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               &lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Who’s calling, please?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I believe that to be legitimate considering they are calling my #)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Caller again,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Is this [insert name]?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Who is THIS?” (Now becoming a bit annoyed)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Caller:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“This is [insert name]!” (Getting more rude)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“How can I help you?” (Wondering who this person is… I don’t know them from Adam!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Caller:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;““Is this [insert name]?” (ok, maybe I should have at least answered her question, but they are on MY dime)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Me: “Yes, what can I do for you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Caller:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I am calling to let you know your grill is ready for pickup from Walmart!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Obviously very annoyed with me at this point)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;By now, I am ready to say, “Why didn’t you just address yourself and this ordeal would’ve been averted.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I simply say, “Thank you, I will be there to pick it up, is tomorrow ok?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Caller:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Curtly says, “Yes, of course, that will be fine.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Me: “Thank you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, some will say that it could have been minimized had I simply given the information that was asked for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The point is respect and etiquette.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two virtues lost in today’s society.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My folks taught me to address myself when calling someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s especially professional to address yourself and your company’s name when someone picks up on the other end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is that so much to ask for??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are calling on your phone which you pay for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find it rude and inconsiderate for people to be so presumptuous as to expect to have their requests satisfied without the courtesy of giving the person on the other end the benefit of knowing who you are and at least the business you are calling from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some may argue this is to protect the person whom they are calling their privacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps, but courtesy dictates that you address yourself and state your business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least, the caller should be courteous enough to then state who they are and if they’re calling regarding a business matter, state the company name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-6747429765255712887?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6747429765255712887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=6747429765255712887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6747429765255712887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6747429765255712887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2011/04/phone-etiquitte.html' title='Phone Etiquitte'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-5959727172881753694</id><published>2011-02-04T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:29:27.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replacement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POS'/><title type='text'>HP - Shame on You!</title><content type='html'>After 20 + years of being a loyal customer, HP made it ABUNDANTLY clear they really were not interested in my business any longer. Following 4 attempts at repairing my laptop over the span of a year, they finally agreed to replace it. But not without insurmountable stress and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time the machine was sent in, the repair tag was very clearly completed, documenting every concern with the unit. However, for some reason, it was returned to me after approximately 3 weeks of sitting on the depot repair bench with absolutely nothing addressed. The 3rd attempt, they shipped it to an address out of state. Fortunately, each attempt was met with "Customer or Business not available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th and final attempt to get this thing repaired, including calls to Corporate, who now no longer handles anything customer-related, they agreed to replace the product. Apparently, "the buck stops" at the Case Manager's Department whose decisions are final. I've also learned the hard way about their version of customer service. "The needs of the customer are addressed and handled within HP's Policies &amp;amp; Procedures at all cost." Very cryptic, if you ask me. Translated, HP's Policies &amp;amp; Procedures will be observed, even if it horribly places the customer in a bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly a month and a half, I finally received a replacement. This unit was not acceptable as it had a noisy fan. The fan made a terrible clattering noise which would lead one with a trained ear to believe the fan was either about to fail or the bearings were falling out of the housing. Being resourceful, my first inclination was to tighten the chassis screws. In doing so, I found not just a couple screws loose, but ALL of them. This usually means it is a refurbished machine. Tightening the screws did not resolve the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then contacted a colleague who runs his own computer repair business and discussed the matter. He concurred with my theory that it was indeed a refurbished unit. I then called my Case Manager at HP who became very angry with me when I suggested the unit was refurbished. He said that he needed to discuss this with his superior to see how to handle the situation now but insisted vehemently that it was not a refurbished unit. The CM promised a resolution before the close of business that day and a return call before the evening. As expected, no phone call. No phone call the next day, either. I had to call HIM back. He said they wanted PICTURES of the unit. PICTURES?!?! There is NOTHING to take pictures of! There is no external damage. He clarified with saying they wanted pictures of the loose screws. This was outrageous. I needed a working machine, which was promised to me several times in the past month and they wanted me to play photographer. Not acceptable, so I called Corporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I learned the “buck stops” with the Case Manager’s Dept. but was offered a “Second Opinion.” This is where they refer the case to another CM for their input. Yet another delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a bit. I was first promised this replacement well before Christmas. In fact, the events went thusly: I was first promised a replacement by the 13th of December, then when the 13th arrived, I was given a “window” of Wednesday, the 15th to Friday the 17th. Then he promised me “sometime the week after Christmas.” I was patient and agreeable, and told him that as long as I received it before the 3rd of January, that would be fine. They could not even deliver before then. In fact, I FINALLY received it on the 27th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely unacceptable. There comes a time when policies &amp;amp; procedures need to be set aside in the interest of Customer Service. Apparently, HP feels it’s policies &amp;amp; procedures are more important than the customer. In fact, through all of this, they feel they handled this situation “appropriately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the days of HP being customer motivated &amp;amp; oriented are gone. They have lost a long-time customer and I encourage anyone with electronic needs to go with another manufacturer. Over the years, their quality of merchandise has also suffered greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I seriously doubt anyone in support (Case Managers, techs, ect.) speaks English as a first language. These people are difficult to understand, at the very least. HP needs to hire QUALIFIED staff that care and SPEAK ENGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 2/19/2011:  HP finally sent a working replacement.  A flimsy POS but working.  Also, in response to my letter to the CEO Leo Apotheker, I recieved a phone call from another Case Manager (go figure, huh?) "inviting" me to call back should I have any further issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-5959727172881753694?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5959727172881753694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=5959727172881753694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5959727172881753694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5959727172881753694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2011/02/hp-shame-on-you.html' title='HP - Shame on You!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-3779560374388949865</id><published>2010-08-27T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:00:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Jack: Magic CRAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Magic Jack is first and foremost a resource hog! It installs itself in many places inside your machine as a hard drive, CD/DVD device, Audio device, USB device. It will also create several registry entries to completely embed itself in your machine. This device in essence, assimilates your computer. Causing severe boot time lag, logon lag and, in many cases, performance lags and freezes! You pay $19.95/yr after an initial $39.95 startup. QOS (Quality of Service) is largely not guaranteed and their technical support lacks severely.&amp;#160; If it's too good to be true, it usually is. And trust me; this IS too good to be true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quality of calls are unsatisfactory at best. Many calls experience “dropouts” and static (not my phones nor computers –different phones were tried as well as cords and connections). Not to mention that the computers comes to a grinding halt when the device is updating itself. It can take up to 10 minutes while the GUI says, “Just a moment of patience for a lifetime of free calls…” That moment turns into several minutes, like I said. Faxing is impossible with this device as well. Not that I fax often but do have the occasional fax to send. Getting tech support, or any support, for that matter, takes nearly an act of Congress! There is only one method of contact with these people and that's via Internet Chat. Once you are in a chat room, after explaining your issue, the typical answer is usually pointing out something about your computer. Not unusual, for many service providers. However, these people are relentless! They will go to great lengths to protect the reputation of their product, including and beyond telling you that your computer needs to either be replaced or requires major repair! Suffice it to say that support is really next to impossible because they ignore all the facts. Even trying the unit on another machine with the same results makes no difference to them. Fault is always directed to “your computer.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cancellation is an absolute nightmare. They keep your credit card information even if you instruct them otherwise. However, they will admit that you requested non-auto renew at the time of original setup. Beware, they will charge your cc when you request cancellation. They then accuse you of actually initiating the transaction yourself. They said that I had to logon with an E-mail address I have NEVER heard of (now they are making up information as they go along). Getting your money back is an entirely different ordeal all together. Not only do they require you to verify all given info, they then instruct you to provide your bank’s fax #. This is information not readily accessible to the general public. But in order to complete the transaction, this information seems to be crucial. After arduously searching for the information they request, you are then given a ticket #, assurances that this will be processed within 2 hours and a promise of a follow-up E-mail. None of this happens. No confirmation E-mail, no refund, and when you call to follow up yourself, you are then informed that a REPLACEMENT will be shipped to your location. No where was replacement ever mentioned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Removal is a nightmare as well! Once you remove Magic Jack, it still leaves behind “footprints,” like many other programs do but this one is an exception to the amount left! You are then stuck with the decision to either run Factory Restore or go through your computer with a “fine-tooth comb.” Registry entries, folders and files buried deeply inside your system and, most destructive, the service is still running! The consumer is basically left with this along with a fraudulent charge on their card.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fact is, why would I be interested in renewal with all the issues I’ve encountered? That just makes no sense. They cannot be trusted with financial information, even once.&amp;#160; They cannot support their product (inexperienced techs at best).&amp;#160; And, last but not least, they make up any story under the sun to keep you paying them.&amp;#160; It is a fraud.&amp;#160; Bottom line, Magic Jack is not a safe bet. Tell your friends to stay away from Magic Jack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-3779560374388949865?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/3779560374388949865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=3779560374388949865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/3779560374388949865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/3779560374388949865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2010/08/magic-jack-magic-crap.html' title='Magic Jack: Magic CRAP!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-7394592201967771886</id><published>2010-05-27T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:20:19.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP: Inexcusable Customer Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is not written in my usual “prose,” so please forgive the rawness of this entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my many, many years as an HP customer, I have never received such inexcusable treatment! I am completely astounded by the stupidity and complete lack of customer service. Over the years, I have had my share of issues but they are usually resolved properly. I have purchased many, many products from HP from networking systems, commercial printers, personal computers, laptops and All-In-One printers and other equipment for personal use. I've recommended HP to my customers and others. Those days have come to an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why: For the past 3 months, I have been going round and round with these fools over a myriad of issues with my pc. After two repair depot servicings, in which nothing was fixed, despite my pains-takingly completing their repair form. One would think (hope, actually) that if an Executive Case Manager was involved, issues would be taken care of appropriately. Not the case here. Instead, after a month of the CM not returning messages, my machine crashed... I mean crash and burned! So, I am forced to send it in yet a second time. One would hope that the second time they would get it right. One's hope would be misplaced in this situation. Not only was the unit not repaired, despite enclosing a copy of the original repair form, it was sent to the wrong address in a DIFFERENT STATE! Let me back up a bit. This is the 3rd CM involved, who did not even bother to confirm the shipping address. The 2nd dropped the ball, much like the first one. However, the 2nd one decided to break a promise... to make several attempts to contact me within 3 days. She made only 1 attempt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn't bad enough, after I wrote an extensive letter to the President &amp;amp; CEO, Mark Hurd, I received a phone call from yet another CM. She had the unmitigated gall to ask if I would be willing to send my unit back to them a 3rd time. This is not only laughable, but an insult to my intelligence. WHY would I want to even consider trusting them after such blunders? I have no way of believing they would even send it back to the correct address... heck, for all I know, they'd try sending it to S. Claus, North Pole, let alone even fix it. Apparently, my extended warranty is worthless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real shame. Since Carly Fiorina stepped down, HP has changed in a very, very negative way. I just don't care anymore. HP has lost a long-time, loyal customer and any credibility. Unfortunately, HP is so big, they probably couldn't care less. One customer. Well, this one customer is going to discourage anyone he can from buying HP.  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It's 2010!  Yeah, I've been out of touch on this site.  Sorry about that.  I'm sure I've lost a lot of fans but, it is what it is!  Anyway,  I'm going to change things up a bit!!  Watch for essays I've written regarding dog psychology.  New kick?  Call it what you will, but I've abandoned the I.T. gig and now going to school to study Veterinary Medicine.  Since I've always loved animals, I thought I might as well do what I really love, and that's care for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will try to keep things updated here.  Check back often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-5988300506532052396?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5988300506532052396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=5988300506532052396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5988300506532052396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5988300506532052396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Has The Time Gone????'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-2339150020450259960</id><published>2007-12-30T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:46:12.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper stickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>NEWEST AMERICAN BUMPER STICKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;1) (On an infant's shirt): Already smarter than Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;2) 1/20/09: End of an Error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;3) That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;4) If You Want a Nation Ruled By Religion, Move to Iran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;5) Bush. Like a Rock. Only Dumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;6) You Can't Be Pro-War and Pro-Life at the Same Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;7) Hey, Bush Supporters: Embarrassed Yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;8) If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;9) Of Course It Hurts: You're Getting Screwed by an Elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;10) Which God Do You Kill For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;11) George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;14) America : One Nation, Under Surveillance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;15) They Call Him "W" So He Can Spell It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;16) Who Would Jesus Torture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;17) When Bush Took Office, Gas Was $1.46 a gallon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;18) Jail to the Chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;19) No, Seriously, Why did we Invade Iraq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;20) Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full of Crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;21) Right!, like Jesus Would Own a Gun and Vote Republican!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;22) We Need a President Who's Fluent In At Least One Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;23) We're Making Enemies Faster Than We Can Kill Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;24) Bush Doesn't Care About White People, Either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;25) Where Are We Going? And Why Are We In This Handbasket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;26) Rich Man's War, Poor Man's Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;27) Is It Vietnam Yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;28) The Republican Party: Our Bridge to the 11th Century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;30) You Elected Him. You Deserve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-2339150020450259960?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2339150020450259960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=2339150020450259960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/2339150020450259960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/2339150020450259960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/12/newest-american-bumper-stickers.html' title='NEWEST AMERICAN BUMPER STICKERS'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-1039254344353185566</id><published>2007-12-25T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:14:06.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a safe and sane New Year!  Don't drink &amp;amp; drive (might spill and make a mess in your car! hehehe - stolen from a friend's email).  Hope everyone enjoyed their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Chargers beat the hell outta Denver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-1039254344353185566?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1039254344353185566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=1039254344353185566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/1039254344353185566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/1039254344353185566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-1078724381439462306</id><published>2007-12-18T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:17:05.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho No Mo???  Give Me a Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Recently, a report out of Australia states that Santas are prohibited from saying "Ho Ho Ho!" to kids this year.  Instead, "Ha Ha Ha!' is to be substituted.  What is this world coming to??  That's NOT Santa-like!Sorry if it offends some, but let's get real!  Once again, as said in my previous post, "If you can't take a little bloddy nose, don't come out to play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes, I understand the term "ho" is derogitory when USED IN CONTEXT to describe an indescriminate woman.  But certainly not in this context!  What next, the gardening tool by the same name will be changed to something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;The 3 Ho's have been synonymous with Santa for centuries and certainly not something that should be changed just because of those that might be offended by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Get over it, for cryin' out loud!  As I'm told all too often, "Don't be so damn sensitive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-1078724381439462306?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1078724381439462306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=1078724381439462306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/1078724381439462306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/1078724381439462306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho-no-mo-give-me-break.html' title='Ho Ho Ho No Mo???  Give Me a Break!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-8374817169988144938</id><published>2007-12-18T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:18:02.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Immigration Reform and the Demise of the American Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I realize I will be stepping on many toes here but I am using one right STILL in effect in the US and that is Freedom of Speech.  Besides, if you do not like what I say, you don’t have to read it.  Those in favor of Amnesty, giving privileges to those that have NO rights, keep in mind, this IS spelled out in our Constitution.  Perhaps reading it one day might be of benefit to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’d like to talk about something I call Quality of Service.  This is a term used by computer manufacturers and the like, but it is also applicable in customer service.  Anywhere you go today, there is a 70% chance you will find someone behind the counter of your favorite restaurant, fast food joint or bakery that BARELY speaks English, let alone understands the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress momentarily to make a point before making my point.  There is nothing wrong, in my opinion with immigration.  People from other countries SHOULD be welcome here, but should be expected and required to follow the SAME process the MAJORITY of immigrants do. By the same token, should an American Citizen choose to move to another country, Australia, for example, there are certain stringent requirements to be met before citizenship is granted. First, let’s make this perfectly clear:  An individual comes to America seeking some form of improvement in there lives.  Let’s face it, America is known as the Land of Opportunity.  With me so far?  Good.  Unless one is actually BORN in ANY country, they should have NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER to be handed Citizenship.  Natural Citizens are the ONLY individuals that are supposedly born with the rights AND RESPONSIBILITIES of their respective country.  While no person can control where they are born, it is not another country’s problem nor responsibility.  That’s the hard, cold fact of life.  We are, however, given the tools to make improvements for ourselves and loved ones, but each of these should be earned, not handed out.  Nobody deserves a free ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On several occasions, I have either witnessed or experienced first-hand the frustration of having to repeat oneself over and over because the clerk cannot understand English, the Standard of this country.  Many times, requests are misunderstood even after many attempts at clarification, still is delivered wrong.  Long ago, employers required fluent English before even considering hire.  Today, in our softened society, that is no longer the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the fact that, in order to be employed in a foreign country, one must speak the native language FLUENTLY!  We do not require that here.  Why?  Because we are soft. We don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.  To consider the feelings of others to such a degree is absurd.  We all heal from having our feelings hurt!  It’s not a bullet wound, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, thanks to NAFTA (North American Free Trade Agreement), we’re selling out to other countries!  Maybe it helps big business, but those that need jobs are in even more of a dilemma.  Once again, the language barrier!  In bygone years, one had to contend with someone either not really knowing the product or just plain stupid.  But at least you could understand one another most of the time and make some progress, even if it meant escalating the call.  Now, one has to overcome the language barrier on top of the afore mentioned issues. Call escalation is a battle in itself, wasting time AND money on both ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in free medical care, unless it is provided to ALL, Citizens and non-citizens alike.  The Insurance Industry is a sham, robbing us blind, but that’s another topic of discussion.  However, too many Illegal Immigrants (Aliens, as they were once called but due to Political Correctness, that term is no longer accepted) are being given medical care at tax-payer’s expense.  Education is given at no charge.  While I do believe in education and providing adequate medical care, why should Natural-Born Citizens have to pay for their own as well as those that have entered this country illegally?  Because we have grown soft, making “those ‘less fortunate” our responsibility.  That sounds very Good Samaritan but the problem is, we have issues of our own that remain unaddressed such as homelessness, unemployment, poverty, not to mention a corrupt Judicial System and Government!  There is a biblical reference to removing the log from your own eye first before addressing the spec in someone else’s eye which actually was rewritten from an ancient Pagan belief which escapes me momentarily.  You might say, “That applies to judgment of others, etc.”  Sure, but it actually has other applications, if you think about it.  With all the issues in our country going unaddressed, we truly have no business taking on the responsibility of fixing other peoples problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, how America has grown so soft in the past 40 years is beyond me.  All it took was ONE generation to go to hell.  Okay, nobody had the best childhood.  So what?  Put your big boy/big girl pants on and get over it already!  It’s the PAST!  There is no sense in making society responsible for your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another point just mentioned.  The past is the past and let it be. Society does not seem to learn from their mistakes the way they used to.  Blame is placed on how they were treated to justify their actions today.  I hear people whine about how terrible they had it as a kid, so this is why they beat the crap out of their kids or do not act responsibly with money, jobs or in general decision making.  Has society gone so wrong that we have to worry about others conforming to their ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is wrong with society, kids are treated like precious porcelain.  Newsflash!  Children are VERY resilient and actually thrive on discipline!  Spanking is NOT abuse!  Beating repeatedly with a fist, stick, shoes, etc are, though.  There IS a medium.  Discipline, not abuse.  Yes, there is also positive reinforcement, but sometimes, a good old fashioned swat to the butt is in order!  We do not discipline our children, so they think they can get away with anything.  They are spoiled and expect society to hand them everything.  Yet, many still cry abuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the American society has grown soft.  We ignore the problems at home and give away the farm because it suits us.  Truth is, there is no “poor immigrant.”  We’ve made THEM rich while we grow poor.  We are giving away America, our very way of life as well as our security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the terrorists will not spell the demise of America.  Rather, America will perpetuate the downfall of a once mighty nation.  We are giving it away to the LOWEST bidder!  NAFTA, Immigration Reform, Gun Control all spell W-E-A-K-N-E-S-S!  The world sees this, takes advantage of it and we simply let them.  The problem is, being strict and firm do not constitute “meanness!”  Holding people to certain expectations is not cruel and inhumane, rather it helps them be stronger, contributing partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until September 11, 2001, the US had NEVER been invaded since the end of the Revolutionary War.  Not one single nation has launched an even nearly successful attack on our soil.  Why had Al-Qaeda been successful?  Because of our WEAKNESS!  How does this relate to our discussion?  Simple.  We are decaying from within due to our bleeding-hearts as a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t take a little bloody nose, then don’t come out to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I do not believe in immigration.  See paragraph 3.  While I feel English should be the primary language, if one is going to live and work in this country, they should AT LEAST speak and understand it fluently.  Knowing other languages, such as German, French, Spanish are pluses in order to communicate with travelers.  I also believe that medical care should be Socialized, but ONLY provided free of charge to CITIZENS while available at a cost to others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilingual signage is also ridiculous.  If signage needs translation, why not translate for ALL languages?  If you want to be “fair” to everyone, might as well go all the way.  However, if one chooses to live in a country, it should not be up to the government to accommodate them.  Learn the language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, we are giving away our very sovereignty by allowing Immigration Reform, NAFTA, etc. to be taken to such extremes.   Not to mention bleeding hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;One other threat to ponder:  Google "Texas Border War."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-8374817169988144938?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/8374817169988144938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=8374817169988144938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/8374817169988144938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/8374817169988144938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/12/immigration-reform-and-demise-of.html' title='Immigration Reform and the Demise of the American Society'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-6280861262944658672</id><published>2007-11-19T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:41:02.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Arizona Trip, Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;My apologies to my loyal visitors for the lack of posts lately. Just not been motivated or inspired lately. Your continued visits are greatly appreciated, so please don't give up on me, I should soon have some new inspiration to write again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Recently returned from Arizona to help celebrate my Better Half's step-dad's 80th Birthday. Was one helluva celebration. It was held at a local Golf Club and the theme was based upon all the things he's done over his lifetime. From farming to automotive mechancs, he's pretty much done it all. Turnout was great, lots of people and the food was good too! This man has relatives from all over the US as far east as Michigan, who, by the way, were not expected to show up! But when they did, was he ever overwhelmed. It was an amazing day for him and I was proud to be a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0HBpgrEbkI/AAAAAAAAACI/JG4KJfn9wUo/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134597969068453442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0HBpgrEbkI/AAAAAAAAACI/JG4KJfn9wUo/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;At 80, Hank is very active, despite his handicap. He has a metal and wood-working shop where he's constructed, repaired and even invented a few things. Builds furniture and other useful things out of the saguaro cactus (sample pictured here).He's taken two electric carts, one working and the other not, and has turned one into a "power cart" where he's able to get up close to his work and the other, from the spare parts of the first, made it run even better. I think Hank is an inspiration to us all and an example that no matter how old you are chronologically, you are as young as you think you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;The following are some pics taken on our way there. I will post a few pictures from the actual party once I receive perm&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9JArEbiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A2OQEjPb7VU/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134593012676193826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9JArEbiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A2OQEjPb7VU/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ission from my girl's parents. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9IwrEbhI/AAAAAAAAABw/__mRtEqzLLo/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134593008381226514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9IwrEbhI/AAAAAAAAABw/__mRtEqzLLo/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Some amazing Arizona sunsets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9IgrEbgI/AAAAAAAAABo/tIrDhm1kyF8/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134593004086259202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9IgrEbgI/AAAAAAAAABo/tIrDhm1kyF8/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Holbrook, which I believe was the "setting" for the movie/cartoon "Cars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9JQrEbjI/AAAAAAAAACA/DbTOZiLyiC8/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134593016971161138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0G9JQrEbjI/AAAAAAAAACA/DbTOZiLyiC8/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One amazing woman! :) Tawnie taking a break from video-taping the festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It was an enjoyable trip. Getting to know Hank was an experience. He even makes his own fudge! No recipe, no measuring devices, simply his two hands (clean, of course! *chuckle*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Thanksgiving was quiet, just Tawnie and Josh (and myself, of course!) Tawnie prepared an EXCELLENT bird of16 lbs.  There were all the "trimmings" of course and the usual Pumkin and french apple pies.  We got stuffed like turkeys. (sic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;That's 'bout it for now. :)  Again, sorry for the wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-6280861262944658672?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6280861262944658672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=6280861262944658672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6280861262944658672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6280861262944658672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/11/arizona-trip-thanksgiving.html' title='Arizona Trip, Thanksgiving'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/R0HBpgrEbkI/AAAAAAAAACI/JG4KJfn9wUo/s72-c/IMG_2258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-4266000683625651459</id><published>2007-09-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:21:35.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXvpo1ElI/AAAAAAAAABY/BLIoRal5vKg/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796934696800850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXvpo1ElI/AAAAAAAAABY/BLIoRal5vKg/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXwJo1EmI/AAAAAAAAABg/rWT-NWbkSUU/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796943286735458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXwJo1EmI/AAAAAAAAABg/rWT-NWbkSUU/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXFZo1EgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RAI8iXimcE4/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796208847327746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXFZo1EgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RAI8iXimcE4/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXFpo1EhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2QtMW-RYkdY/s1600-h/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796213142295058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXFpo1EhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2QtMW-RYkdY/s320/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGJo1EiI/AAAAAAAAABA/KudtYHjMuz0/s1600-h/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796221732229666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGJo1EiI/AAAAAAAAABA/KudtYHjMuz0/s320/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGZo1EjI/AAAAAAAAABI/n6u0K0lWvZY/s1600-h/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796226027196978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGZo1EjI/AAAAAAAAABI/n6u0K0lWvZY/s320/La+Jolla+Tide+Pools+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGpo1EkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xDELZ181F8w/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108796230322164290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXGpo1EkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xDELZ181F8w/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a photo montage... some pictures I've taken recently. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-4266000683625651459?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4266000683625651459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=4266000683625651459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/4266000683625651459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/4266000683625651459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RuYXvpo1ElI/AAAAAAAAABY/BLIoRal5vKg/s72-c/IMG_2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-6304850381612603131</id><published>2007-08-22T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:35:45.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAFTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illegals'/><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;What do NAFTA &amp; Immigration have in common? Language and free-rides. What's happening is this country is being given over to Spanish-speaking people! Everywhere you look anymore, there is a spanish translation for signage, informational pamphlets, etc. It is not even a requirement to speak English in order to work in the US! Undocumented workers are taking cash under the table, receive FREE medical care at tax-payer's expense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you cry "PREJUDICE!" let me explain where I am coming from. I have NO problem with immigration, in it's traditional sense. I have no issue with Free Trade where it provides opportunity for ALL, not just foreign countries. What I DO take exception to are non-citizens expecting a free-ride or hand-outs. Jobs being sent over-seas that were performed locally, thereby displacing English-speaking workers. This is what's happening as a result of NAFTA and Immigration Anmesty! If you don't believe me, then open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans, what is it like for you to call Dell, HP or even your own credit card complany for help with a bill or computer issue and your call is answered by someone who BARELY speaks English, let alone fully comprehends your concerns? Frustrating at the very least. Then, if asked to speak with someone who speaks English AT LEAST fluently, preferrably as a 1st language, be treated like you've just accused "Joseph" a.k.a. Habib of Terrorism! I don't know about you but if we are talking about money owed or money in my bank, I want to understand and BE understood inexplicably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about lost in translation: Baja Fresh has a policy of "advancing" Spanish-speaking employees if they learn English. However, cooks and back-end workers many times do NOT speak a word of English. Even though front-end workers (counter help) may be bi-lingual, SOMETHING is usually lost in translation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is the PRIMARY language in this country, at least it was the last I checked. Americans seeking employment in foreign countries are usually required to learn the native language in order to progress or enjoy any form of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we just GIVE citizenship status to illegals? I have no problem with individuals going through the proper channels, learning the language and PAYING their share of taxes. Nobody gets a free ride in this country, so why should illegals? My tax dollars should not be used to subsidize someone who is in this country illegally. EARN your status, just like everyone else. Born here is one thing, I can do nothing about it any more than anyone else can control where they were born. If you were not born in this country, earn your citizenship just like you would require me to if I went to your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of the bleeding hearts that want to hand over this country. It's time to get tough and require what other countries require of us. If I have to work for a living, pay my taxes, insurance, etc. to survive and receive medical care, so should everyone else.  America is called the Land of Opportunity, but each of us has to work for where we are.  No double-standards, free-rides or hand-outs.  Natural-born citizens are not afforded this luxury, immigrants shouldn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAFTA is hurting us more than helping. The value of the dollar is diminishing because of the lower paying jobs, unemployment is up because jobs are going overseas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-6304850381612603131?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6304850381612603131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=6304850381612603131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6304850381612603131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6304850381612603131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-6047459628158479854</id><published>2007-08-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:00:25.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>It's ALL About ME!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since the last blog update and I am sure my one or two visitors have grown bored of reading the same ol' crap that's been there for so long. Sorry if your life consists of checking up on my blog but I only have one thing to say to that: Okay, so, GET A FREAKING LIFE ALREADY!!! I did, so should you! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay, onward and upward, so the saying goes. Changes, oh, 'dem changes... hehe. Well, I THINK I've found myself... finally! Or it's a beginning anyhoo. One of the biggest changes will be to make the big pulling my ass-roots out of Vegas and "Getting the Hell Outa Dodge!" Since the Milgard Layoff, Work's been sporatic at best. A gig here, a gig there just does not pay the bills. Well, if ol' David Carman (may the fates have their way with his wretched soul!) hadn't screwed me over BIG time, I would not be in this predicament. Darling Partner Tawnie sez, "Put yur Big Boy pants on and GET OVER IT ALREADY!" Okay, nuf sed. I'm getting over it and moving on... and moving out. It's not ALL DC's fault, the tech industry in Vegas as well as manufacturing and construction have taken serious down-turns and there just are not any real paying skilled jobs anymore. Not to mention that Vegas employers just can't play it straight. Fine, I will take my toys and leave. *chuckle* My skills will be better suited for those that appreciate them anyway. However, this won't happen much before March. So, I have about 7 months to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Josh starts High School this year. Cannot believe he's grown soo much. Nearly as tall as I am, if not as tall, he's grown to be quite a guy. He's taken the divorce well, if not better than anyone could expect. We spend most days together, other days he's with his mom. I think this has only brought us (Josh and myself) closer as Dad &amp;amp; son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Darling Partner's sister will be moving as well. Accepting a job offer in Washington State, she's nearly packed and ready to go. Spend most of the weekend helping. Exhausting yet productive and successful, Probably will drive the truck for her. Within a year's time, we should all be about a state away from each other: Me n' Tawnie in Oregon, when that time comes, it'll sure be nice to get out of this heat for good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Changes, new beginnings. Life's full of changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-6047459628158479854?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6047459628158479854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=6047459628158479854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6047459628158479854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6047459628158479854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/08/updates-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s ALL About ME!! ;)'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-6396978649269892615</id><published>2007-05-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:29:29.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Vista - A Personal and Technical Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Recently, my son and I received new notebook computers with Windows Vista preinstalled.  As a technician as well as a gadget/technology freak, I will give both a personal and a technical view.  First, the personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Vista is a "pretty" operating system but slow to start up.  Many of my old applications are not compatible with it.  One of my biggest disappointments was Starry Night Enthusiast 5.  This just would not even begin to install.  I am very disappointed that I have to purchase the new version due to an OS upgrade.  Many other of my personal programs do not run on it either, such as Norton Utilities.  Apparently, Symantec Corp. has elected to no longer offer compatible versions.&lt;br /&gt;In short, my personal opinion is that Windows Vista is a "pig with lipstick!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;My professional opinion is:  Wait until Service Pack 2 is released.  Historically, MS has worked out original bugs with SP1 releases but only creates more that are usually corrected with SP2.  Boot time has more than doubled, compatibility issues as well as some networking anomalies.  Other concerns are mis-reporting issues such as network connection.  Even though I have an Internet connection, the tray icon shows either no connection or limited connectivity.  System Restore does not work either.  My company will NOT be migrating to Vista in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;So, if you are fine with XP, stay with it.  Remember the old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it"?  Well, this holds true here.  XP may not be perfect by any means (when has MS actually done something right), but it's a far cry better than Vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-6396978649269892615?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6396978649269892615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=6396978649269892615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6396978649269892615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/6396978649269892615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/05/windows-vista-personal-and-technical.html' title='Windows Vista - A Personal and Technical Perspective'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-5288074417334531768</id><published>2007-04-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:16:59.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;My son turned 14 today.  I don't think I could be more proud of him, successful with the Sax (Alto AND Tenor!), has a definite direction in life as he plans to produce movies.  Having a few scripts written as well as a true motivation to make a movie.  We're hoping he is accepted into VoTech next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It is inspiring to see him grow as he becomes a man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Happy Birthday, my Son! I am VERY proud of your success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-5288074417334531768?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5288074417334531768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=5288074417334531768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5288074417334531768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/5288074417334531768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/04/14-today.html' title='14 Today!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-9201679284153700693</id><published>2007-03-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:22:37.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnavox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='console'/><title type='text'>An Old Relic -- Testament to a Dying Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RetUjPoxdvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yAWRzn8Hf8w/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038213572613732082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RetUjPoxdvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yAWRzn8Hf8w/s320/tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Found this blast from the past in my new apartment when I moved in a couple of weeks ago. Surprisingly enough, it STILL WORKS! Tunes into cable with clear picture and sound. Only problem is no remote. Well, the cabinet has shown some abuse too but not too bad considering it's of a dying technology. Gonna try selling it, so wish me success! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-9201679284153700693?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/9201679284153700693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=9201679284153700693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/9201679284153700693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/9201679284153700693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-relic-testament-to-dying-technology.html' title='An Old Relic -- Testament to a Dying Technology'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RetUjPoxdvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yAWRzn8Hf8w/s72-c/tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-4702628707930374044</id><published>2007-03-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:02:54.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Found this on the web and thought it was pretty funny.  Hope you can read it, I know it's a little small, so if you cannot read it, just let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jdhnv.com/images/blog/friend00068.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-4702628707930374044?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4702628707930374044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=4702628707930374044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/4702628707930374044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/4702628707930374044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-2098189329997517401</id><published>2007-02-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:34:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Cleaning Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Here Kitty, Kitty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Toilet Cleaning Instructions : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;4. The cat will self-agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet; the cat is actually enjoying this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash and rinse". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can and quickly lift both lids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom and run outside where he will dry himself off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RdXcdAb8UhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qf_jLA0P50w/s1600-h/Pissed+Off+Wet+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032170549547913746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RdXcdAb8UhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qf_jLA0P50w/s320/Pissed+Off+Wet+Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Sincerely, The Dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RdXcrAb8UiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z7CXWEQK_vo/s1600-h/Laughing+Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032170790066082338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RdXcrAb8UiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z7CXWEQK_vo/s320/Laughing+Dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-2098189329997517401?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2098189329997517401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=2098189329997517401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/2098189329997517401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/2098189329997517401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/toilet-cleaning-instructions.html' title='Toilet Cleaning Instructions'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BrjMoMLYd1I/RdXcdAb8UhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qf_jLA0P50w/s72-c/Pissed+Off+Wet+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-117134283764278527</id><published>2007-02-12T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:00:37.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Go Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>What makes you go "Hmmm..."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we saw people moving furniture in the dark.  That's somthing that makes me go "hmmm..." *chuckle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-117134283764278527?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117134283764278527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=117134283764278527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117134283764278527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117134283764278527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-that-make-you-go-hmmm.html' title='Things That Make You Go Hmmm...'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-117083607648852303</id><published>2007-02-07T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:14:36.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Methods to Cut Costs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, my continued unemployment has forced me to make some cuts.  To begin with, no more HiDef CATV.  Yup, just average, every-day Cable.  Okay, that's cut about $50 off my monthly expenses.  Cell phone, slashed by another $40 -45 by dropping to Verizon's smallest package for $39.99/month.  Also moving to another apartment.  A downstairs unit will save me more, including electricity.  Not sure about gas, though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;That said, Moving Day is once again upon me.  This Saturday is the big day.  I just hope my upstairs neighbor is not heavy-footed.  One thing I cannot stand about apartment living is listening to neighbor's stomping, playing loud TV or music.  Signing another year lease will hopefully get me into a good position by this time next year to getting into another house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;One thing I have not mentioned about this unit I currently occupy is that the stairs are precarious!  Very narrow tread and steep.  I've taken a tumble already twice, Josh has stumbled as well as a guest or two.  So, this should be a move for the better not only financially but safety as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Rounding up help is not the easiest chore, either.  That should be interesting, because NOBODY likes to move, not even moving someone else.  I know Josh and I cannot move this furniture down the stairs. But it will all work out in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Wish me success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-117083607648852303?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117083607648852303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=117083607648852303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117083607648852303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117083607648852303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/methods-to-cut-costs.html' title='Methods to Cut Costs'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-117055901706448974</id><published>2007-02-03T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:36:34.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After the Big "D"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes, there IS life after the Big "D" and I DON'T mean Dallas! As lonely as it is, I do believe we are both happier for the decision. I find apartment living passable, but still prefer my own place. Hopefully, if I can get back to work soon enough, I'd like to move into a house by the end of the lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my profession, however, it is not that easy to start where you've left off after being laid off. A step back (sometimes two) is mandatory. Okay, so I've done the Help Desk thing again, now it's time to use my skills rather than warming a seat and holding the floor down. Too bad the people you owe money to like Telco or Gas/Electric, even Landlords are NOT forgiving. Money still goes out regardless of what comes in (or not).  But I have to keep plugging away, to give up would be worse than admitting defeat.  Besides, I need to keep the roof over my head and my truck.  No quitting.  Discouraging as it may be, I KNOW there will be an end to this and I will be back to work wondering where my time is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Railroading has been put on hold although Josh and I do occasionally run the train when I go to the house. Since my schedule has been so unpredictable, I've managed to fit in a little rail-fanning. Here are some pix taken the other day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/1600/642645/0130071314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/320/962286/0130071314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/1600/388826/0130071314a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/320/558804/0130071314a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/1600/83992/0130071315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1363/1248/320/669277/0130071315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Not bad with a camera phone, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Please keep a friend of mine in your thoughts and prayers as he has suffered a stroke and is currently in ICU. Fortunately, despite the bleak prognosis of 20% survival, he's actually doing well. His wife is very encouraged by his progress. When visiting him the other day, he seemed lucid and recognized me, so that is a good sign too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-117055901706448974?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/117055901706448974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=117055901706448974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117055901706448974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/117055901706448974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-after-big-d.html' title='Life After the Big &quot;D&quot;'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-116788160141931489</id><published>2007-01-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:46:38.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... And Goes On... and... On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2007. Things are still looking a bit bleak. Had a short-term contract which ended just after Christmas. Oh boy! Nice time to lose a job, no matter what the reason, be it budget cuts or whatever. I do, however, have some hope, a few positions matching my skillsets popped up on Monster today, late, but today. Hopefully something will come of those leads... I am ...optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Divorce is final. As of December 27, I am once again single...well...sorta... not "on the market" so don't anyone get any ideas. *chuckle* And, yes, this means you, but will remain nameless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Holidays were actually quite nice. Christmas &amp; New Year's were spent with supportive friends and New Year's was especially pleasant, watched all 3 Lord of the Rings Extended versions. Got some sleep too! It was nice, but glad they are behind us for another year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers this coming year... most importantly the coming weeks as I'm hoping for success finally.  They say 7 is a "lucky" number, perhaps this will be mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-116788160141931489?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/116788160141931489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=116788160141931489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116788160141931489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116788160141931489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-goes-on-and-on.html' title='... And Goes On... and... On...'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-116282124071462772</id><published>2006-11-06T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:54:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Monday is the beginning of a new work week for most.  Unfortunately, I am still seeking employment after my unexpected lay-off on Oct. 13.  What a blow.  Things are alright, I am surviving.  If not for the support of friends, that coupled with the divorce which should be finalized by the end of November (if not sooner), I do not know where I'd be.  Been out of the house for two weeks and the adjustment period continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;These events alone tend to drive people insane, to drink or drugs.  But I've been strong and, again, if not for the help of friends, I have no idea where I'd be.  Note to those that have "expressed interest":  NO I am NOT "on the market!"  Please stop inquiring.  Well wishes, etc. are always welcome but any more than that is unwelcome attention.  If, however, you'd like to send care packages or money to help me through these difficult times, feel free to email me for my mailing address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-116282124071462772?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/116282124071462772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=116282124071462772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116282124071462772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116282124071462772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-116178913325594059</id><published>2006-10-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T08:12:13.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changing Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There is really too much on my mind recent weeks to really be able to sort things out to express my thoughts here at this time.  I can only say this, life is like a story book.  Chapters can end unexpectedly on the next page.  Apparently, this is the end of a long chapter.  Turn the page, next chapter begins.  Major shakeups in life bring new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;More later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-116178913325594059?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/116178913325594059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=116178913325594059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116178913325594059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/116178913325594059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-changing-events.html' title='Life Changing Events'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115881176185333311</id><published>2006-09-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:09:21.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces &amp; Zits: A Time Most Would Rather Forget</title><content type='html'>Today, my 13-year-old son had braces "installed."  Brings back memories to my time of the dreaded metal in my mouth.  Poor kid is so distraught, he cannot eat, can't close his mouth properly and the whole hygene routine is arduous!  It's tough to keep a positive outlook, because your future looks so bleak with the rail-road on the teeth.  Railroading's fun, but not when you have to live with one in your head!  Tonight, even eating bread was a "derailment," as he put it.  I call it a train-wreck, by the way he's acting.  Not that I blame him, remember, I've been there, done that and even got the t-shirt but NEVER want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone through this myself as a youngster, I feel his pain. In fact, from the moment we signed the contract and paid the Ortho, I felt this bit of dread.  Fortunately, today, kids find it "cool" or it's just in, unlike "my day," when "Bracey-Faces" were considered freaks.  Then again, I was a freak (still am, I guess) to begin with! *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years seems so long to a teen-ager.  It will be over before he knows it, though and he'll finally have straight and healthy teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, he's not battling the Bulge of zits!  Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115881176185333311?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115881176185333311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115881176185333311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115881176185333311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115881176185333311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/09/braces-zits-time-most-would-rather.html' title='Braces &amp; Zits: A Time Most Would Rather Forget'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115843781327817542</id><published>2006-09-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:30:30.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/NeverForget.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/NeverForget.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me open by mentioning the Anniversary of September 11th. Our hearts should still be with those families that suffered such horrible losses on that Dark Day of Terror. Let’s NEVER forget lest these innocent lives be lost in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is now more than half over and it's finally cooling off. This morning, it was 57 degrees with a breeze. BRRRRR! Had to go back inside to grab a sweater! Okay, while many may be in even colder climates, that's damn cold compared to 110-115!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is nearly over too! Halloween Shops are popping up all over the place so All Hallowes Eve (or Saints Day, depending upon what calendar you're looking at) will be upon us. Then it will be Thanksgiving and THEN Christmas. Where has the year gone!!! Much has happened this year for me between selling and buying our homes, two moves. Then, at work, 3 Migration projects. First, we migrated our users to Active Directory, then to Outlook and now we're in the midst of a NEW Active Directory migration. Whew!! Enough all ready! The year ain't even over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football season is upon us and, even to MY surprise, the Chargers are actually doing quite well! Smearing the Raiders on ESPN last Monday was not exactly the best victory, but a victory never-the-less. Yes, they have no passing game, and they do still suck big time. So, this says little about the Raiders. The ONLY reason I am a fan of the Chargers is because they're my Home Town Team. I support em but still know they're probably one of the worst teams in the league. I will, however, be watching each game I can. Like tomorrow's game against Tennessee. I have hopes that one day soon they will once again make it to the Super Bowl and perhaps this time actually win rather than just lay down like they did so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've promised more pix of the house but I've not gotten around to that as of yet. Soon though, I promise. But don't hold your breath! *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, in the spirit of Halloween, I'm sharing some pictures the wife sent me in Email. This was entitled "Why Dogs Bite People. As you look, you will see this is a damn good reason to bite someone! I'd love to hear any reader's comments on this, too. So post your comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/11.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/10.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/10.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/9.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115843781327817542?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115843781327817542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115843781327817542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115843781327817542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115843781327817542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-ramblings.html' title='More Ramblings'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115725337512257495</id><published>2006-09-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:16:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"39 And Holding!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I believe it was Jack Benny who coined that phrase!  But I will never tell EXACTLY how old I am.  September 1 was my Birthday.  The nuts at work decorated my cubicle with Thomas the Steam Engine, in reference to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingoftrains.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Model Railroading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;hobby.  However, I did feel like 7 again, a little anyway. *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Wife cracked me up with a gift that we both could use.  Since she's into dragonflies, apparently she has been wanting these cool mugs with the little insect stenciled on the side.  So, that was what she bought me!  LOL!  Hmmm... a sly way to get something SHE wants but we can "share" them.  Slick, real slick! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Plans for this weekend:  NOTHING!  Yep, that's it, NOTHING.  Just sit around and relax.  Hope all who reads this has a safe and enjoyable Holiday.  Stay sober, stay alive! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115725337512257495?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115725337512257495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115725337512257495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115725337512257495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115725337512257495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/09/39-and-holding.html' title='&quot;39 And Holding!&quot;'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115690895591244073</id><published>2006-08-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:35:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Back from AZ.  Mom's OK for NOW.  Back to work tomorrow... UGH!  But, the great thing is, work 3 days, then a 3-Day Weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;While in AZ, took a break from Ma and went to visit a couple of friends in Mesa.  While waiting for one to finish church, we visited the Confederate Air Force Museum.  Fantastic displays of vintage planes and WWII memorabilia.  Pictures to come soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Time for bed.  4:30 AM comes very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115690895591244073?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115690895591244073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115690895591244073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115690895591244073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115690895591244073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115665621247176468</id><published>2006-08-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:23:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>In Arizona as I type this entry.  Problems with mom have prompted a visit to find a good solution.  It's that time when the kids have to become the parent.  Not fun to say the least.  However, fortunately,  it actually has not been so serious and detrimental as I had feared.  While her Parkinson's has progressively become worse, she is still able to care for herself for the MOST part.  It's the other that distresses me.  So, the debate begins as to whether or not she should move closer to us in Vegas.  Sure would make my life much less stressful and she would have someone close as well as her grandson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115665621247176468?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115665621247176468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115665621247176468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115665621247176468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115665621247176468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115609294300072566</id><published>2006-08-20T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:03:17.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Support &amp; Blondes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Received this in my Inbox recently and found it quite humorous. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: What kind of computer do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Female customer: A white one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi, this is Celine. I can't get my diskette out.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Have you tried pushing the Button?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, sure, it's really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No, wait a minute... I hadn't inserted it yet... it's still on my desk... sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Your left or my left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Good day. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Male customer: Hello... I can't print.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Would you click on "start" for me and...&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I 'm not Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try, it says 'Can't find printer'. I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says he can't find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I have problems printing in red...&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Do you have a color printer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Aaaah....................thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: What's on your monitor now, ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me at the 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: OK&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Did the keyboard come with you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard? Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Ah...that one does work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Your password is the small letter "a" as in apple, a capital letter V as in Victor, the number 7---&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Is that 7 in capital letters ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== =============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: can't get on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Are you sure you used the right password?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Can you tell me what the password was?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: What anti-virus program do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Netscape.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: That's not an anti-virus program.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oh, sorry...Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I have a huge problem. A friend has placed a screen saver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I'm writing my first e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: OK, and what seems to be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the circle around it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman customer called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Are you running it under windows?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "No, my desk is next to the door, but that is a good point. The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his printer is working fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: "Okay Bob, let's press the control and escape keys at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the screen. Now type the letter "P" to bring up the Program Manager."&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't have a P.&lt;br /&gt;Tech &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt;: On your keyboard, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: "P".....on your keyboard, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please note, Ctrl/ESC do NOT bring up the Task List.  The information above is erroneous.  Pressing the Ctrl &amp;amp; ESC keys brings up your Start Menu, then pressing "P" highlights Programs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115609294300072566?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115609294300072566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115609294300072566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115609294300072566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115609294300072566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/tech-support-blondes.html' title='Tech Support &amp; Blondes'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115605196076005932</id><published>2006-08-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:32:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, 2006 is nearly gone, sold our 1st house and bought a new one all in 6 months, I'm approaching 41  (dyslexia kicked in and 14 was there originally! *chuckle*), Josh is headed back to school and will be starting the 8th Grade.  That is the most shocking.  Kids just grow up way too fast these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;This evening after a nice supper at Claim Jumper, we drove past a Halloween Store.  Shit!  It's not even September yet!  My Birthday (Sept. 1) needs to happen before all that freaky shit can begin!  Just kidding.  But my real point is, where the hell has 2006 gone???  The first 6 months seemed to crawl by.  Now that all the chaos of real estate is behind us, it actually seems like yesterday the year began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;My mother, suffering from the advanced stages of Parkinsons and living in Arizona now has had two situations that has prompted us to consider trying to convince her to move here to Vegas.  In most of our lives, the time comes for the child to become the parent.  Certainly not a comfortable situation to be in.  So, in the coming weeks, we will be traveling to AZ to discuss the matter.  Wish us luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;At work, the major project of this year is complete.  We've migrated all users from Blotus Chokes (Lotus Notes) to Microsoft Exchange.  This was a learning experience for me as I had never been involved in something like this.  Not a better way to learn than to be thrown in as a key roll in the project.  Now that all users are using Outlook, I've been asked to provide formal training.  So, another first for me.  Thus far, training has been received quite well.  This also serves as a resume builder.  As I've never taught a formal class before, it's been another one of those growth experiences.  In this case, the rule, "Those who can do and those who can't teach" does NOT apply. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;The house is finally "settling" down.  We're all but complete with initial Walk-thru items and a few Warranty items.  It did seem as if it would never end.  It's nice to come home from work and relax rather than await a contractor.  It's not over yet though.  Still a few items to deal with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Have I bored you enough yet? *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115605196076005932?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115605196076005932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115605196076005932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115605196076005932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115605196076005932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115488845176708920</id><published>2006-08-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:20:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail Fanning</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've decided to cross that line. When I first started this blog, I promised not to do much discussion of railroading. That's gonna change effective immediately. It's my blog and I'll "railroad" it if I want to!!! *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are pictures of the UP RR sightings in my area, taken with my Motorola RAZR v3 camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/yoUPee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/07-27-06_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/07-27-06_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/yoUPee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/07-27-06_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/07-27-06_1108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115488845176708920?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115488845176708920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115488845176708920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115488845176708920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115488845176708920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/rail-fanning.html' title='Rail Fanning'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115488700351542557</id><published>2006-08-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:33:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Trekkers</title><content type='html'>If you like Star Trek, even just a little, you may be interested to know that we met &lt;a href="http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/"&gt;Wil Wheaton&lt;/a&gt;, who played Wesley Crusher in “Star Trek-The Next Generation.” Apparently, Wil is now living in Las Vegas and plays Poker for a living! The thing that amazed me most about him was the fact that he was genuinely curious about who the hell I was and not acting like a celeb that was just spotted by a fan. No, not Wil. We also enjoyed a very nice but brief conversation about blogs and Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was actually the one that knew him through her blog and a copyright issue she experienced with Wal Mart which was highly publicized on the web as well as many newspapers. So, this was their first “real life” meeting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not ask for his autograph, nor did I drool all over him, but my wife did! Just kidding. Although I do not do that sort of thing anyway unless they’re hot chicks. *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had occurred at the Rio Hotel and Casino where we had also met Penn Jilette of Penn &amp;amp; Teller. I have to tell you, the man is grumpy and not terribly friendly. Oh well, I bet he is approached by more people than he can count and probably is weary of stupid questions like, “Aren’t you…?” or “Didn’t I see you on…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you’re in Vegas whether visiting or actually living here and interested in a real feast, don’t miss &lt;a href="http://www.yolies.qpg.com/"&gt;Yolie’s Brazilian Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt;, which actually emphasizes the BBQ (Not your American-style BBQ, mind you). Located near Flamingo on Paradise Rd., the establishment is upstairs in a cozy environment. The food is barbequed behind a glass where if you’re seated properly, you can actually watch as it is cooked. The food and service are EXCELLENT! We have been there 3 times over the years and never tire of it. Very suitable for special occasions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115488700351542557?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115488700351542557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115488700351542557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115488700351542557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115488700351542557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-trekkers.html' title='For the Trekkers'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115431814113600310</id><published>2006-07-30T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:08:33.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to RC Willey Corporate Headquarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following is a letter sent to RC Willey (Names removed for obvious reasons):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;July 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC Willey Corporate&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: [DELETED]&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 65320&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City UT 84165&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear [DELETED]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is to inform you of the exemplary customer service provided by [DELETED]. Also, to express my displeasure with my overall experience with RC Willey, Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DELETED] has acted very professionally and helpful in this very trying experience. She is very sympathetic and has taken personal responsibility in finding an agreeable resolution to this issue. This is a trait very rare in the Henderson store. I believe very strongly that she is an example that others should follow. From nearly the beginning of our trials, she has been extremely willing and able to help, following-up with me as necessary (which has been quite often) and renewing her promise to see us through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 9, 2006, when delivering our appliances, the driver had been very rude and inconsiderate to me as well as my son. Further, while using the dolly to bring my new refrigerator into the house, he proceeded to damage my threshold. There had been other issues concerning the service loop when hooking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, our dining room furniture had been delivered damaged. While that driver had been courteous enough to call it in for me, which I greatly appreciated, it had been discovered that set was back-ordered. We soon decided to make a re-selection when the option had been given us. Our sales person, [DELETED], had not informed us that this selection had been placed on back-order as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must note here that [DELETED] had been very rude and condescending towards me on the phone. Even after waiting a month and one half, she had told me to be patient and had interrupted me several times yet insisted I listen to her when she was speaking. She refused to follow up with us until new information was received, even if weeks had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we have been treated poorly, made to deal with constant delays, damaged furniture as well as been “talked down to” by more than one associate, including warehouse personnel. Please keep in mind that the ONLY person that has been truly helpful is [DELETED].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending nearly $10,000 in your store in a single day, one would come to expect much better treatment. Consequently, the amount someone spends in your stores should not determine the level of service or simple respect afforded to a customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, despite the exemplary behavior of [DELETED], my family will never shop your stores again. Drastic changes should be made to improve customer service to the level [DELETED] provided so well without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good luck if you choose to shop RC Willey. I would not recommend it though. We are STILL awaiting completion of the insurance claim regarding the front door threshold and have FINALLY come to completion on getting furniture right and without damage. This chapter can now be closed. Couldn't have been any sooner though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115431814113600310?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115431814113600310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115431814113600310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115431814113600310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115431814113600310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-letter-to-rc-willey-corporate.html' title='Open Letter to RC Willey Corporate Headquarters'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115428574922138541</id><published>2006-07-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:55:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY Some Sense of Normalcy!  (Normal? WTF is THAT???)</title><content type='html'>Well, after a very long, frustrating and busy first half of the year, it seems things are falling into place.  I sometimes have to ask myself if it was just a bad dream.  Well, not all of it was a bad dream.  Much were mixed blessings as nothing came without its set of issues.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Listing of events in order of occurance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sold first house!  (On Market the First part of January)&lt;br /&gt;- This was quite the bitter-sweet closure.  Because we absolutely hated the neighborHOOD as it was going to Section-8 residents, it was time to leave.  The house we loved and miss in a way but it was time.  Josh is now 13 and just about as tall as me.  We simply were running out of room! &lt;br /&gt;- The sale didn't come without drama.  Between a nearly worthless real estate agent, whom shall remain nameless, nice enough, but really got under the skin quite easily.  Many things did not happen as business-like as they should.  We will leave it at that.  Suffice it to say, I do NOT advise nor recommend using Direct Realty for your Real Estate needs.&lt;br /&gt;- Our lives were turned quite literally inside out.  Not upside-down, but actually inside out as stated.   NOBODY likes to be kicked out of their own home every weekend, even in the anticipation of selling.  Not to mention the cost of having to leave the lights burning.&lt;br /&gt;- Sold the house in April, so fortunately not on the market for as long as it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;2) Apartment living – YUK!!! &lt;br /&gt;- Apartment living just does not suit us.  Dealing with inconsiderate neighbors and concerns over someone burning the place down.  (Our first week, someone had a kitchen fire, forcing everyone out of the building for several hours)  No one was able to kill the alarm for quite some time either that Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;3) Builder delays! Oh, the DELAYS!&lt;br /&gt;- Rather than being in the apartment for just 3 weeks as planned, we were subjected to the roach-infested hell hole for a month and a half!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;4) Purchased furniture and appliances from RC Willey&lt;br /&gt;- NOT a recommended source (see later blog entry coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;- Waited 30 more days from purchase for delivery due to continued builder delays.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;5) FINALLY close on new house in May!&lt;br /&gt;- We were in but not without a set of issues.  However, the superintendent provided us EXCELLENT service, contrary to the Sales Team.&lt;br /&gt;- Most issues resolved in a very timely manner, barring flaky contractors.&lt;br /&gt;- House is HUGE!  Almost too much room for us to use.  In about 5 years, if Josh chooses to move out, not sure what we’ll do with all that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of advice from someone who learned the hard way:  NEVER buy your landscaping from the Builder.  $3200 for irrigation, rocks and a few ugly-assed trees is a complete rip-off.  No choice in trees was given and the Design Center was completely unwilling to do anything unless we paid another $1000.  Live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are expecting any type of customer service from the Sales Dept. or Design center, DO NOT buy your home from D. R. Horton.  Alternatively, if you want an excellent quality home and are willing to work through the first couple of months of fixing some items that should have been complete before move-in, then it’s the house for you.  I am not referring to the minor touch-ups, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re pleased with our purchase, though. Also, I would recommend weekly frame-walks, regardless of the builder’s attitude. It is YOUR home that you are investing your hard-earned money into.  Be particular and it will pay off.  There were a large number of items the builder and contractors cannot possibly catch. For example, the surround system would have been installed downstairs in the living room, as is standard in these homes.  We chose the loft.  This was caught during a post-drywall walk.  That’s as close as someone can come to building their own home without the ability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While unpacking and organizing continues, things are finally coming together and we now have some time to just “chill” and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to come soon, including the back yard where we have made some changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115428574922138541?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115428574922138541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115428574922138541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115428574922138541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115428574922138541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-some-sense-of-normalcy-normal.html' title='FINALLY Some Sense of Normalcy!  (Normal? WTF is THAT???)'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-115414560380177567</id><published>2006-07-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:07:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For What It's Worth...</title><content type='html'>For my 1 or 2 visitors... pics of the house! Yeah, I'm still around... just VERY VERY busy lately!   But these are mostly downstairs.  Upstairs to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_3627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_3627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_3633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_3633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_3631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_3631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_3650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_3650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-115414560380177567?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/115414560380177567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=115414560380177567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115414560380177567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/115414560380177567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-what-its-worth.html' title='For What It&apos;s Worth...'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114892356619910085</id><published>2006-05-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:35:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of Our Honored Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/flag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not to sound morbid, but that is what Memorial Day is all about. Not picnics, BBQ's and holidays where you can get away from work and normal routine. While it is a great excuse for all of these things, how many of us REALLY stop to think about the lives given in the name of our Great Country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Each of us, no matter how "patriotic" we may think we are, takes our freedom for granted. If not for the many that lost their lives in pursuit of preserving such freedoms, we would be speaking Russian or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without getting too deep, all I ask is that you take a moment to simply give thanks for the sacrifices given for your freedoms that you enjoy daily. Not just today, but EVERY day. For we may soon see a time when these freedoms may no longer be available to us. Sure, I gripe, bitch and complain about many things, but I am thankful for my freedom to do such things. Yes, I admittedly take many of my freedoms for granted. So, once you've done that, go enjoy the time you have with your families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America and Happy Memorial Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114892356619910085?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114892356619910085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114892356619910085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114892356619910085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114892356619910085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-memory-of-our-honored-dead.html' title='In Memory Of Our Honored Dead'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114886903253268109</id><published>2006-05-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:39:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Dog Night or, perhaps Old Dog Night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/3DNconcert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/3DNconcert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;How long since my last post? At least as long as these Dogs are old? Just kidding. On Friday, we went to see Three Dog Night in concert at the Silverton Hotel &amp; Casino. I have to admit, this was probably the most fun I've had in ages. Had a chance to really let my hair down, so to speak... if I HAD hair that is! LOL! But for old farts, after they warmed up, sounded pretty darn good! Most of what they sang I remember. Does that date me? Kinda sad, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/3DNconcert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/3DNconcert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't it? Seriously, this is when music was MUSIC! But, damn, THESE guys ARE old! I'm surprised they remembered to bring their voices out of mothballs as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Seriously, this was a great experience. I've not been to a concert in years and this one was great! Even downloaded their 35th Anniversary Album afterwards. (Do you REALLY think I'd pay $20 for a CD that can be downloaded for $10 from iTunes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;On to other things. Walk-thru on the house is next week!! Finally out of this apartment... the light at the end of the tunnel is getting bigger and brighter! Went by this weekend and sure looks nearly ready. Need appliances, alarm system trim-out and fixtures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Josh finishes 7th Grade in a week too. It's wonderful yet saddening to see them grow up so dang fast. His biggest concern is girls. *chuckle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And so it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114886903253268109?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114886903253268109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114886903253268109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114886903253268109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114886903253268109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-dog-night-or-perhaps-old-dog.html' title='Three Dog Night or, perhaps Old Dog Night?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114641112816655484</id><published>2006-04-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:27:47.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Anthem in Spanish????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;What the hell is this garbage?? We as a nation have become little more than bleeding hearts for others. While I agree with helping people that want to immigrate to this country with jobs, housing, etc. but I feel we have pushed it too far to accommodate them. First, they do not have to learn our language, ENGLISH! That should be a prerequisite as with anything else. In order to find a job in this country, one should know the English language fluently. Second, our tax-payer's dollars are spent on bi-lingual signage. Third, the State of California provides FREE medical care to Immigrant Workers. They work here, take our money to their country (many immigrant workers keep their families back home in Mexico) yet they can bring them here for FREE medical care while we have to pay extravigant insurance costs. There is something seriously wrong with that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Now, they want to translate the National Anthem for them! No other country in the world has done this. Might as well get rid of the American Flag for chrissakes and fly whatever flag they want. Hey, let's just GIVE our country back to them and then some. The more we give away the store, the less we will be a sovereign nation and that, gentlereader is an unacceptable situation. Prejudice, you say? How do you justify giving away the store to someone who thumbs his nose up at you in the process??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Quite frankly, I believe that when Francis Scott Key wrote "The Star Spangled Banner," he had intended it to remain in English.  Otherwise, surely he would have written it in other languages.  The poem was written to match the meter of the &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; song, &lt;a href="http://www.bcpl.net/~etowner/anacreon.html"&gt;"To Anacreon in Heaven."&lt;/a&gt; In 1931 the Congress of The United States of America enacted legislation that made "The Star-Spangled Banner" the official national anthem... IN ENGLISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;If you want to come to work in this country, then by God, become a Citizen! Contribute to society like the rest of us by paying your taxes AND insurance. I think it is desecration (sp?) to, in essence, GIVE them our National Anthem. It was written in English and should remain that way, officially. If you want to translate it into your own tongue and sing it to yourself that way, then by all means. However, know the English version, at least out of respect for the country that gave you all these things that you take home to your families in your own country.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114641112816655484?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114641112816655484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114641112816655484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114641112816655484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114641112816655484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/national-anthem-in-spanish.html' title='National Anthem in Spanish????'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114619432496332453</id><published>2006-04-27T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:18:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, my last post was a lame attempt to generate some activity.  It was a bluff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our home has officially recorded into the buyer's name yesterday and we've been paid.  But not after a list of stresses.  Once it seemed like it would smooth out to the end, something else came up.  One thing is for sure, if I NEVER do this again it will be too soon!  But it is finally in the past, now is the HUGE house to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114619432496332453?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114619432496332453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114619432496332453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114619432496332453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114619432496332453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/sold.html' title='SOLD!!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114524332087906299</id><published>2006-04-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:09:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin.</title><content type='html'>This is my final entry. Tired of posting to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114524332087906299?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114524332087906299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114524332087906299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114524332087906299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114524332087906299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/fin.html' title='Fin.'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114467780361840802</id><published>2006-04-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:04:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It's half-way through my 4-day weekend and so far, it's been spent working on the move in one form or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Friday Evening: Originally planned to take Josh out for his Birthday supper but changed his mind at the last minute and decided to stay in for the night. Suited me just fine, actually because I was exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Saturday: Spent the morning and part of the afternoon doing some packing. Then planned to go to storage for some re-organization. Then, in the afternoon (after a fitful nap) took my son to P.F. Changs for his 13th Birthday. This was something he wanted to do as well as get a Bundt cake from Nothing Bundt Cakes. If you have one of these in your area and never tried their cakes, I recommend you do so. Probably the moistest, richest and most flavorful cake I've ever eaten. Josh enjoyed himself immensely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Sunday: Packed a little more, after sleeping in til 7:30... a real feat for me since I normally cannot sleep past 4 am. This, however, was due to watching "The Chronicles of Narnia" until 11 pm, then finally to bed around midnight. If you've not seen it, I recommend this as well. Very well done screen-play of C.S. Lewis' writing. Anyway, that should have gone under Saturday's entry. In any event, had trouble sleeping so came down at around 3:30 or 4 and crashed again on the futon. Then did I sleep until 7:30 but it sure felt good. Then Josh and I went to storage and spent about 2 hours reorganizing the storage unit. Did a pretty good job, even if I do say so myself. See all our junk below. *chuckle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;[Picture was SUPPOSED to be here!] Hmmm... well, as usual Blogger.com is not cooperating. It seems every other time I attempt to upload pictures, their server is not responding. Whatever, will try to upload one later. I wish they'd get competent administrators to run this site. But, back to the day, we've received word that Monday, May 22 is our Final Walk-thru on the new house! Still waiting on our buyer to decide WTF they want us to do regarding the Home Inspection. Ain't nuttin like waiting on a snail to cross a football field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Monday: The fun continues with cleaning out the garage and possibly another trip to Storage. Then, depending on our moods (another difficult night sleeping... ugh!), who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Tuesday: We'll see... maybe wash the truck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Check back for more excitement. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114467780361840802?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114467780361840802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114467780361840802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114467780361840802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114467780361840802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/4-day-weekend.html' title='4-Day Weekend'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114437236324591657</id><published>2006-04-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:07:14.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th, My Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;13 years ago today, my son, Joshua was born. Despite the frustraitons he gives his mother and me, I am proud to be his Dad! He's brought joy (and, yes, some anguish) into our lives. Early on, I vowed to raise our children in a better fasion than I was raised. In other words, NO abuse. I've achieved that, and very pleased with how he has turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;At first, though, it was touch-and-go with his health. Josh was born 1 month and 1 day early at a whopping 4.13 lbs. The amazing thing was that I was not only able to catch him but clean him up as well! Disgusting, you say? Not if it is your own son. I was also blessed to cut the cord. His first year was a little scary, though. Despite the high Apgar scores of 9 out of 10, he still wound up back in the hospital a few times. One of which we nearly lost him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;But all of that is past, 13 years later, he's made his mom &amp; dad very proud. He's taller than his mom and ALMOST as tall as me!! Having become VERY skilled on the saxophone, 3rd Degree Blue Belt in Kung Fu and also posesses a very vivid imagination. If he gets his act together, which most do after a few years, he will be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Joshua has been a blessing to me and will continue to bless our lives. I would have it NO other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;~~~~~~Happy Birthday, my Son!~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;And, yes, it is fine for a Dad to tell his son, "I love you, Buddy!"  I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114437236324591657?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114437236324591657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114437236324591657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114437236324591657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114437236324591657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-13th-my-boy.html' title='Happy 13th, My Boy!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114419475877236519</id><published>2006-04-04T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:54:12.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We officially opened Escrow on Monday, April 3. I feel very encouraged by the actions of the buyer because she has asked for the Home Inspection &amp; Appraisal scheduled immediately. After a few false-starts, it seems like this transaction is finally moving forward. Our buyer closes on her home on the 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only problem is we need to be out by the 1st of May. Therefore, we had to find a month-to-month rental, which was not an easy feat when most places either require a minimum 6-month lease or are in a very seedy part of town. And it also appears our new house may actually be ready a little sooner than originally announced. This could actually be in our favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I NEVER have to go through this again, it will be too soon! I am hoping to grow old and die in this new house because the stress involved in a contingency sale is simply too high. Perhaps if we are able to save up enough before-hand and sell first, THEN find another home, it MIGHT be simpler. But, I don't want to go through this again. I am not looking forward to renting an apartment even for a month. It's small enough here at 1408 sq.ft., let alone 1000. But at the end of all this, we will be in a 2200 sq. ft. house. Breathing room! Perhaps this is merely the "darkest before the dawn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And, it's not over yet!  When her house closes on the 17th, I will then, and only then relax... then REJOICE! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114419475877236519?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114419475877236519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114419475877236519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114419475877236519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114419475877236519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/escrow.html' title='Escrow!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114400023663758439</id><published>2006-04-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:50:36.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking In Public – A Commentary (Or a Rant, If You Prefer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Smoking has been proven to be “Hazardous to your health” by the Surgeon General.  There is debate about 2nd-hand smoke being hazardous as well.  In any event, it is offensive.  From a personal perspective, why would anyone want to destroy their bodies?  How is smoke even at all healthful?   Besides that, what makes it enjoyable?  It certainly does not taste very good, let alone smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know perhaps a few “considerate” smokers, but it still is offensive because the smell gets into their clothes and others around them smell it as it mingles with their body odor.  Let alone, when around an INconsiderate smoker, it gets into YOUR clothes, hair (if you have any *chuckle*) that comes home with you and smells up your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California has set an excellent precedent by banning smoking in public areas.  What about in traffic?  Imagine sitting at an intersection waiting for the green light and someone pulls up next to you smoking.  While it is in their car, it still lingers over to you and then smells up YOUR vehicle.  Moving is not possible, rolling up your window is an option, but WHY should *I* be made uncomfortable because of someone’s selfish habit?  My window is down to enjoy the fresh air, not down only to be rolled up because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else, I should have the right to breathe clean air and not inhale someone else’s smoke.  People should have the right to do as they please with their own bodies, so long as it does NOT infringe on MY rights!  Nor should I be subjected to their smoke lingering on my clothes.  Go home smelling of smoke to a clean house, the scent becomes an odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No non-smoker (and many smokers) are not terribly fond of inhaling smoke when dining.  Almost as distracting as a noisy family in the booth next to you is breathing someone’s cigarette smoke.  Not conducive to an enjoyable dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress to discuss chew, which is another disgusting habit.  Not for the chewing aspect but those that spit.  Some think it’s appropriate to spit into a garbage can or even a cup then throw it into a garbage can.  That liquid does NOT remain contained and has god knows what bacteria the “chewer” has.  SOMEONE has to handle that at some point.  Then you have the inconsiderate ones that spit anywhere they please, even if it is “accidentally” on an innocent bystander.  NOBODY likes to be spit on, not to mention that it is an assault.  Again, there is bacteria that is potentially spread, let alone how disgusting and rude it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, smoking is equally as disgusting.  Both are horrible habits which are harmful to all around.  Many smokers, like chewers that spit, leave their “mark” behind by smashing their butts on the ground, left for someone ELSE to pick up.  This is a complete lack of consideration for others as well as the environment.  Perhaps someone should smash smoker’s butts into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going into many stores, there are ashtrays on top of garbage cans.  This is not meant as an invitation to “smoke here.” Though many ignorant people seem to think so.  In actuality it is store management telling smokers to keep their butts outside!  Smoke included!  Instead, employees and customers alike congregate around these cans, which are located strategically outside the front entrances so that the public is required to walk through the smoke in order to enter the store.  This, folks, is a complete lack of consideration for others.  Again, why should I be subjected to YOUR habit of destroying your own body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, smoking is a horrible habit that truly does adversely affects not just the smoker themselves, but also those around them.  Have a little class.  A little kindness goes a very, very long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114400023663758439?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114400023663758439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114400023663758439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114400023663758439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114400023663758439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/smoking-in-public-commentary-or-rant.html' title='Smoking In Public – A Commentary (Or a Rant, If You Prefer)'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114399298156464526</id><published>2006-04-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:49:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Send PARENTS Back to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Time for a little comic relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I promise you cannot read these and not laugh out loud.   These are REAL notes written by PARENTS in a Tennessee school  district...   (Spellings have been left intact.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;1-- MY SON IS UNDER A DOCTOR'S CARE AND SHOULD NOT TAKE PE TODAY. PLEASEEXECUTE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2-- PLEASE EXKUCE LISA FOR BEING ABSENT SHE WAS SICK AND I HAD HER SHOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;3-- DEAR SCHOOL: PLEASE ECSC's JOHN BEING ABSENT ON JAN. 28,29, 30, 31, 32 AND ALSO 33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;4-- PLEASE EXCUSE GLORIA FROM JIM TODAY. SHE IS ADMINISTRATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;5-- PLEASE EXCUSE ROLAND FROM P.E. FOR A FEW DAYS. YESTERDAY HE FELL OUTOF A TREE AND MISPLACED HIS HIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;6-- JOHN HAS BEEN ABSENT BECAUSE HE HAD TWO TEETH TAKEN OUT OF HIS FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;7-- CARLOS WAS ABSEN YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE WAS PLAYING FOOTBALL. HE WAS HURT IN THE GROWING PART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8-- MEGAN COULD NOT COME TO SCHOOL TODAY BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN BOTHERED BY VERY CLOSE VEINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;9-- CHRIS WILL NOT BE IN SCHOOL CUS HE HAS AN ACRE IN HIS SIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;10-- PLEASE EXCUSE RAY FRIDAY FROM SCHOOL. HE HAS VERY LOOSE VOWELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;11-- PLEASE EXCUSE PEDRO FROM BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD (DIAHRE,DYREA, DIREATHE), THE SH**S. NOTE: [WORDS IN ( )'s WERE CROSSED OUT]. (Love it! :-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;12-- PLEASE EXCUSE TOMMY FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD DIARRHEA,AND HIS BOOTS LEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;13-- IRVING WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE MISSED HIS BUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;14-- PLEASE EXCUSE JIMMY FOR BEING. IT WAS HIS FATHER'S FAULT.{You know, this could be legit! ;-) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;15-- I KEPT BILLIE HOME BECAUSE SHE HAD TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BECAUSEI DON'T KNOW WHAT SIZE SHE WEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;16-- PLEASE EXCUSE JENNIFER FOR MISSING SCHOOL YESTERDAY. WE FORGOT TOGET THE SUNDAY PAPER OFF THE PORCH, AND WHEN WE FOUND IT MONDAY. WE THOUGHT ITWAS SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;17-- SALLY WON'T BE IN SCHOOL A WEEK FROM FRIDAY. WE HAVE TO ATTEND HER FUNERAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;18-- MY DAUGHTER WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY BECAUSE SHE WAS TIRED. SHE SPENT A WEEKEND WITH THE MARINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;19-- PLEASE EXCUSE JASON FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. HE HAD A COLD AND COULD NOT BREED WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;20-- PLEASE EXCUSE MARY FOR BEING ABSENT YESTERDAY. SHE WAS IN BED WITHGRAMPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;21-- GLORIA WAS ABSENT YESTERDAY AS SHE WAS HAVING A GANGOVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;22-- PLEASE EXCUSE BRENDA. SHE HAS BEEN SICK AND UNDER THE DOCTOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;23-- MARYANN WAS ABSENT DECEMBER 11-16, BECAUSE SHE HAD A FEVER,SORETHROAT, HEADACHE AND UPSET STOMACH. HER SISTER WAS ALSO SICK, FEVER AN SORETHROAT, HER BROTHER HAD A LOW GRADE FEVER AND ACHED ALL OVER. I WASN'T THE BEST EITHER, SORE THROAT AND FEVER. THERE MUST BE SOMETHING GOING AROUND, HER FATHER EVEN GOT HOT LAST NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114399298156464526?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114399298156464526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114399298156464526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114399298156464526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114399298156464526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-send-parents-back-to-school.html' title='Let&apos;s Send PARENTS Back to School!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114398823062992992</id><published>2006-04-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:33:18.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is Where the Fun Begins"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now, it is a waiting game. Received a verbal acceptance from the buyer, now awaiting the signed counter-offer. Our proposal which included a Rent-back offer was rejected. While I understand someone being concerned over whether or not the seller will leave at the agreed-upon time, there are always ways to ensure this will happen. Our buyer wanted no part of that, after a couple of indecisive calls from them, they decided they wanted to take posession on the 30th of April. So, we countered back with our asking price and NO incentive, to which we've received a verbal, as stated before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The next step is to figure out where we will live for the following month, barring any delays by the builder. This means an apartment (UGH!) and very possibly more storage. This, of course, will incur more cost and moving. I wonder if there is a temporary rental clause in my homeowner's insurance or if I would have to purchase renter's insurance for the month? The trick is, however, finding an apartment not located in a rough part of town, miles from work that will allow a month-to-month agreement without having to sign a 6-month lease. Obviously, that will not be acceptable considering the pending completion date of the new house. Walk-thru is still scheduled for the last week in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;This also poses another problem with work. We are conducting a Physical Inventory on the 28 &amp;amp; 29th of April, of which I will be playing a key-role. Too bad it's not really "playing." *groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114398823062992992?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114398823062992992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114398823062992992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114398823062992992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114398823062992992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-where-fun-begins.html' title='&quot;This is Where the Fun Begins&quot;'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114390181123885577</id><published>2006-04-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T06:30:11.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Bidding Wars Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;FINALLY!  A LEGITIMATE offer! Someone actually serious about our house has arrived.  Yesterday, I received a call from a realtor that had shown the house on Thursday.  While I had a good feeling about this one, I kept it to myself until the 2nd showing.  This one just felt “right.”  And I do believe we “planted” ol’ Saint Joseph in the front planter box just two weeks prior.  *chuckle* &lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;Then, the call from my Agent announcing that we can expect what the buyer’s Agent considers a “fair” offer.  She also wanted to see the house yet a 3rd time yesterday afternoon.  That amounted to little more than a drive-by, which is just fine.  Soak it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a word was said to any colleagues, friends, other members of the family about this.  With the exception of Josh, we kept it under wraps until we had confirmation of a real offer, which actually was quite reasonable.  While coming in only 3K below our asking price, the buyer did ask something quite peculiar, nearly 9K in incentives. “Okay, then,” I said, “We’ll see the 9K, and raise them 1K.”  In effect, raising the price by 8K, or thereabouts, so about 10K is actually realized by the buyer.  Who has 10K in their pocket to simply GIVE away?  Not many that I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We launch the Counter Offer this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive thoughts and prayers are still needed and appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114390181123885577?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114390181123885577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114390181123885577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114390181123885577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114390181123885577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-bidding-wars-begin.html' title='Let the Bidding Wars Begin!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114369081213229665</id><published>2006-03-29T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:53:32.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Time Draws Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;One week from Monday will be April 10, the end of our extended Contingency on the new house.  So far, no legitimate offers, no traffic since Saturday and no calls, either.  It nearly came down to firing our agent, but instead we decided to lower the price once more.  Now we have priced below market, at $299,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;So, in about a week, we will have to decide to ask for another extension, which will take us to the end of the month.  Whether they allow it or not remains to be seen.  We'vehad too much stress and hassle for this NOT to work.  I will not accept failure!  This HAS to work out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;All goes as planned, Josh and I will be able to pick up our model railroading hobby that we miss so much.  Although, we do not miss the fact the layout took up a lot of space, in the new house, it will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Continued positive thoughts and prayers our way are appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Anyone (qualified) want to buy a house?  *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114369081213229665?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114369081213229665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114369081213229665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114369081213229665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114369081213229665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/decision-time-draws-near.html' title='Decision Time Draws Near'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114324728218910620</id><published>2006-03-24T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:41:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-selling Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna bitch.  Okay.  If you don't like it, then go away.  I'm really sick of all the flakes, losers, and time-wasters.  If you're not serious about buying a house, then don't waste my time!!  If you are afraid someone's going to say "no," then don't get the seller's hopes up especially after they try to help you out!  If fear is preventing you from getting that loan, then go back to your apartment and fuckin stay there for all I care.  But TELL ME!!  Don't bitch about the carpet, that can be changed!  It's maddening when someone makes such a rediculous offer that to counter would be an exercise in futility.  On an UNSIGNED offer form, no less!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not trying to sell this place for my health, either!  This is really NO FUN!  Too much stress.  Now we are facing the real possibility of losing the house we want because NOBODY'S SERIOUS!  We've priced competitively yet few actual lookers.  Most flake out and don't even show or call.  Real Estate is cutthroat, don't let anyone tell you differently.  If I NEVER have to go through this shit again, it will be too goddam soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, now that I've gotten that off my chest... what can I kill. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114324728218910620?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114324728218910620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114324728218910620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114324728218910620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114324728218910620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-selling-blues.html' title='Home-selling Blues'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114308532723482704</id><published>2006-03-22T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T04:23:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/marley-and-me_lg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/marley-and-me_lg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;If you'll look down the side-bar of my blog page, you will see that I am currently in the midst of a "dual-read." One of which I have to 'feature' here. It is called "Marley &amp; Me," an absolutely endearing and hilarious account of the life of a Yellow Lab. A read I HIGHLY recommend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Although I am merely half way through this book, I can safely say that you really get to know him almost as if he is right there with you. John Grogan writes in such vivid detail that the reader is experiencing this first-hand. I guarantee that if you have any regard for animals, you will be crying then laughing throughout this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I know Labs are nuts, but Marley really deserves the Pulitzer Prize for all-out nuttiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just found out, the author has a website AND blog!  &lt;a href="http://www.marleyandme.com/blog/"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;  Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, again, doesn't EVERYONE have a website these days? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114308532723482704?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114308532723482704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114308532723482704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114308532723482704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114308532723482704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/featured-book.html' title='Featured Book'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114299511836163688</id><published>2006-03-21T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:40:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go, “WTF?!?!?!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Today, my RE Agent called informing me of what I call a “non-offer.”  Her partner showed our home this morning.  The person had no Realtor at the time of showing.&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, my agent received an offer via fax.   There were 3 major issues with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         1)  It was unsigned.  That would make me stop and say, “WTF?” Then tell the bone-              head that sent it to get real.  Well, not in so many words.&lt;br /&gt;         2)  Although he told my agent that he had no realtor, this fax came from one.&lt;br /&gt;         3)  Worse of all, his offer was absurd.  More than $20,000 less than our asking price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either this dope is on crack or is an investor.  Possibly just a complete moron.  My agent feared I may be really angry.  However, why get mad?  He’s not worth it.  I have a saying, “Rave on Cat-shit!  Somebody’ll cover you up!”  That’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very strange weather for the latter part of March in Southern Nevada!  We had a cold front blow through packing a One-Two punch!  In the morning, it rained.  And it RAINED.  Dumped a lot of snow on the surrounding mountains and the obvious traffic snarl’s.   Then, it seemed to clear up.  Then, suddenly, early in the afternoon, BAM!  And I mean BAM!  Darkness fell across the land, there was a flash then BAM!  Thunder rolled across the Valley, brining with it sleet and maybe a little snow.  None of it stuck, but it made for some fascinating weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make one go, “WTF?!?!?!”  *chuckle*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114299511836163688?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114299511836163688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114299511836163688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114299511836163688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114299511836163688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-that-make-you-go-wtf.html' title='Things that make you go, “WTF?!?!?!”'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114291274162333422</id><published>2006-03-20T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:45:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It’s been a couple of weeks since my last entry so I thought it wise to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weekends, we have had Open Houses.  The first weekend was an utter failure.  So much that we about lost hope.  Then, it dawned on me that Nascar was in town and, of course, the dismal weather.  Although Sunday was nicer, it did not translate into anything promising.  So, we’ve lowered the price in hopes of bringing in more potential buyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend, we figured that we had nothing to lose but relaxing time, and not much of that since we would have to essentially be on stand-by for potential buyers.  So, we allowed for another weekend OH and the final.  Saturday was not terribly encouraging.  However, Sunday was much more promising.  As of today, there are 2 potential offers (nothing concrete or inked as of yet) and one scheduled to view Tuesday morning based upon a referral.  Though hopeful, we are optimistic since this is the closest we have come to an actual offer.  I won’t be celebrating until the contract is legal and the ink is dry, however.  Then, and only then, can we move forward on the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your continued positive thoughts and prayers are requested and appreciated.  One thing we have done is taken a St. Joseph statue and buried it in the front yard near the door in hopes of the legend coming true for us. Seemingly enough, it has already made a difference.  Although, I wonder if perhaps it was the lower price that has interested more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to all this being completed and in the new house.  Not as much for the house but the stress factor.  Whomever said that this was an exciting time was quite the masochist and completely out of their mind.  We will be happy when we finally have this one sold and settled in the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest at work is I'll be updating the Windows Server by doubling the RAM (memory) and applying the latest ServicePack.  It's only Windows 2000, but it gets the job done.  Once it has been upgraded and patched, we'll be migrating to Active Directory which will eliminate a number of issues.  This will be a large project for Q2.  Otherwise, it's just the same old BS in different forms, different days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114291274162333422?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114291274162333422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114291274162333422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114291274162333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114291274162333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114187446705284689</id><published>2006-03-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:22:58.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Guys This Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Wife out spending the evening with a long lost friend, so us boys are left to fend for ourselves. *chuckle* That's not so bad, after my lunch today, perhaps it is best a full meal was not prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;So, homework finished, showers completed and supper (as it were) is also finished. Now we settle in for a quiet evening watching "Harry Potter &amp; The Goblet of Fire. Not one of the best of the series but a good movie. Knowing me, though, I'll probably be asleep half way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;By the way, a few positive thoughts, prayers, etc. would be VERY much appreciated in regards to selling this house. We were granted a 30-day extension on our Contingency contract. This weekend, Open House. So, hopefully Forces &amp;amp; Powers That Be will move in our favor!  Had a looker that seemed interested today, they plan to look again tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114187446705284689?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114187446705284689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114187446705284689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114187446705284689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114187446705284689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-guys-this-evening.html' title='Just the Guys This Evening'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114178950354538434</id><published>2006-03-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:09:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Progress In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Taken with my camera phone (RAZR) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06i.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06i.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06h.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06h.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06n.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06n.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%203-7-06q.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%203-7-06q.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114178950354538434?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114178950354538434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114178950354538434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114178950354538434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114178950354538434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/house-progress-in-pictures.html' title='House Progress In Pictures'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114145201590160874</id><published>2006-03-03T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:00:15.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Real Estate News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Our builder, rather, salesman, FINALLY gave us our copies of the contract we signed back on January 10.  What a surprise when it was revealed that we had until March 10 to have an offer on this house.  Purchase of our new home is on a contingency contract.  In other words,  the equity in this house will be used towards the down on our new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Knowing now that we have only until the 10th, two things happened:  1) Wrote a letter asking for an extension, especially considering the new house will not be ready until the last week of May.  2)  Lower the asking price of this house by $5K.  Previously, we averaged only one looker per week.  We can only hope that lowering the price will bring in more people and hopefully an offer soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114145201590160874?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114145201590160874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114145201590160874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114145201590160874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114145201590160874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/latest-real-estate-news.html' title='Latest Real Estate News'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114126678358363432</id><published>2006-03-01T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:33:03.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Post SOMETHING, I Guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Not much to post this week, but since my last posting was on the 19th of February, I should post something.  Since this has been the Week from Hell, this will be more ranting than anything else.  So, I suggest you avert your eyes or move to the next blog if you are looking for something "uplifting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt;  I have used the term Mucking Funday for Monday's like this.  Well, there is NOTHING like not being appreciated.  Then, consider being reprimanded for something you really had nothing to do with aside from noting and reporting it!!   Suffice it to say, without whining TOO much, that people can be so short-sighted they forget the feelings of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt;  Calmer than Monday but still a Day from Hell.  Fighting Realtor and Sales Agent over houses, still do not have copies of contracts signed nearly TWO months ago!  Sales Agent has a VERY non-chalant (sp) attitude.  Let’s get real here, we’re buying a .5 Million dollar home!  One should receive much better service.  Found out our Contingency Agreement expires on the 10th of March, so had to lower the price by $5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt;  Today was, well, subdued.  Really detest when people expect you to be cheery and happy all the goddam time!  Normally, I am pretty level, even-tempered and serious with a little dry humor peppered in.  That’s my GOOD mood.  Quiet and non-talkative and more “to-the-point” than usual and, well, a little grumpy is my bad mood.  Okay, don’t we all have that right?  So long as you don’t bite people’s heads of, that should be acceptable?  Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything is a struggle, even for the smallest things.  Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114126678358363432?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114126678358363432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114126678358363432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114126678358363432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114126678358363432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-post-something-i-guess.html' title='Should Post SOMETHING, I Guess...'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114040816733134704</id><published>2006-02-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:09:59.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da ROOF is On Da HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_2396.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_2396.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_2414.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_2414.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114040816733134704?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114040816733134704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114040816733134704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114040816733134704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114040816733134704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/da-roof-is-on-da-house.html' title='Da ROOF is On Da HOUSE!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114002970617386952</id><published>2006-02-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:42:33.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Offer on House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Just the other day, we were informed that there may be an offer as late as this coming weekend on our house! Over the weekend, apparently despite the hassles of getting onto the property with no gate code which the Association holds with a tight grip, someone actually fell in love with the place according to my Agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;So, we're hopefull but not overly optimistic. This is as close as we've ever come to having an actual offer. Then comes the dreaded negotiations. We're also hopeful that the buyer will be willing to do a rent-back deal because moving twice is out of the question. Not to mention largely impossible since apartment communities only rent to people willing to sign a 6-month lease. That's the case here at least. Who wants to move TWICE in two months anyway? Rather "bite the bullet" and pay the high rent for a couple months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Check back in a few days to see if we've received that offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Update, 1 March.  No offer.  Apparently this woman who had "fallen in love" with the place decided she wanted to see how much MORE house she could afford.  To date, we have heard nothing from her.  We're hopeful, however, that lowering the price will bring more traffic.  Keep a positive thought for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114002970617386952?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114002970617386952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114002970617386952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114002970617386952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114002970617386952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/potential-offer-on-house.html' title='Potential Offer on House!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-114002930810358833</id><published>2006-02-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:48:28.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Leavin' On A Jet Plane..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Here I sit awaiting boarding my flight to SAC.  I HATE flying.  Aircraft designers certainly did not have comfort in mind when building these flying cattle cars.  Pack as many in and be done with it.  I really wonder if any of these designers logged any flight time in a passenger seat?  Above all else, I will miss my boy the most... and, of course, my lovely wife.  It will be two nights/3 days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I'll be attending an MIS Conference with a bunch of other propeller-heads! *chuckle*  Hopefully I'll derive some benefit from it, Microsoft will be represented to discuss MS Exchange (Outlook) and other things like that which would probably bore the non-geek-types. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Will keep you posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-114002930810358833?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/114002930810358833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=114002930810358833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114002930810358833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/114002930810358833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Leavin&apos; On A Jet Plane...&quot;'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113979546837249883</id><published>2006-02-12T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:51:08.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Home Selling Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;After being run out of our home twice this weekend for nothing, finally these people came to look only to nearly lose them all together!  We live in a gated community and the management company does not like to give out gate codes.  This has cost us potential buyers and this one was nearly included.  Fortunately, someone drove up and let them in.  Not sure if that is going to break any potential deal, I just know I'd be turned off by that situation.  I don't think they care why, just that it probably looks like the homeowner wants to sell but not give out the gate code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I guess I'll have to fight my Association for that code.  Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113979546837249883?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113979546837249883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113979546837249883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113979546837249883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113979546837249883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-home-selling-woes.html' title='More Home Selling Woes'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113976293454604323</id><published>2006-02-12T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:48:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Time Steamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/dhs1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/dhs1526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;A friend sent me this picture and I wanted to post it here. It's a vintage photo.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It's a real shame that people don't have much interest in trains.  Many will say that they're "Fun for kids," or "eh, it's just a train, big deal."  What people tend to forget is that trains played an integral and VERY important part in our American history as well as other parts of the world.  Trains helped conquer the West, brought commerce to little "shanty towns" and moved people in the most efficient manner of the times.  Even today, trains can go where other vehicles cannot.  Trains hold a romance and in some cases, mystery that other things do not.  So, next time you see a train, remember this, "That's how the West was Won!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks, Marn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113976293454604323?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113976293454604323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113976293454604323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113976293454604323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113976293454604323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-time-steamers.html' title='Old Time Steamers'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113952567406070378</id><published>2006-02-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:54:34.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New House Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;For those intereste&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%201-17-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%201-17-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d, I have taken a few pictures of the progress on our new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%202-1-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%202-1-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Progress as of 1/17/06&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;2/1/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%202-9-06a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%202-9-06a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%202-9-06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/New%20House%202-9-06b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/New%20House%202-9-06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Today - 2/9/06                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113952567406070378?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113952567406070378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113952567406070378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113952567406070378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113952567406070378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-house-progress.html' title='New House Progress'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113944047933181653</id><published>2006-02-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:14:39.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail Fanning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Returning to work this afternoon, I was treated to a rare sight (for me, anyway). At the RxR crossing heading down Gibson, traffic was stopped by a Union Pacific (affectionately known as yoUPee *chuckle*) freight train. I whipped out my hand-dandy little camera phone (remember the Moto Razr?) and managed to get these pix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/yoUPee1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/yoUPee2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/yoUPee2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Those that know me know that my son and I are huge rail fans. Don't get to do much of it but when there is the opportunity, we take it. Anyway, rumor has it, Union Pacific will soon give way to Santa Fe. What I would give to see a Dash 9 on Vegas Rails! Seeing that certainly lifted my spirits, though. Some things we just do not outgrow and this is one of them. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113944047933181653?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113944047933181653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113944047933181653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113944047933181653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113944047933181653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/rail-fanning.html' title='Rail Fanning'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113944029698363984</id><published>2006-02-08T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:27:13.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Man Winter... DEAD?  And other musings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, this is just a little rediculous. It's not even March and we're enjoying 70 degree temps! To quote Channel 8's Kevin Jannison, "We're Livin' Large!" I love the spring time, when it's nice enough to hike and be outside. But the problem is, it seems either Old Man Winter has finally kicked the bucket or forgot Southern Nevada all together. I seem to remember a couple of weeks before Christmas that it got into the 30's at night but we should still be chilly at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Not really complaining, it's just that it would really be nice if we could experience a little winter like last year. In fact, we had about 2 feet of snow the year before that. I guess we're paying for the wet from winter of '04/'05. Would have been great to end this long-standing drought out here in the Wild, Wild West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, I kinda lied in my last blog entry. I managed to catch the last quarter &amp; a quarter of the game. Just as Seattle caught that amazing interception and ran nearly the entire length of the field. In short, if you as me, Pittsburgh won by sheer LUCK. Had they played any other day, Seattle would have beaten them by as much if not more. But, it was only one chance and the Steelers have the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;War with my neighbor seems to be over. She's fired her agent and relisted her home with someone else. Met the guy and he seems alright. Time will tell... not that it matters, he's not MY agent. What I care about is whether or not he practices RE ethically. So far, though, it does not seem like such a bad thing. Although, the puny little sign sure makes me laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, time for a real gripe.  Some may view this as whining, complaining, but whatever.  I want to get it off my chest.  Talking about it seems to help little and it's been said that if you put your thoughts down in writing, it helps sort.  So, here goes.  Ever find yourself in a situation of feeling unappreciated, in fact, TAKEN FOR GRANTED for all of your efforts?  It seems like the schmoe that puts forth the least amount of effort, does something so meaningless is praised to High Heaven.  I've said this once and I'll say it again, I do NOT care for noteriety, recognition or anything like that.  Just a little appreciation.  That goes a LONG way in my book.  Much further than public recognition, which is all fluff as far as I am concerned.  You know, it gripes me to no end to be treated like crap despite all the work I put into something with noticeable results.  But does anyone notice? HELL NO!  Yet some flighty punk, just because he is ultra-friendly, sugar coats everything, gets the "kudos."  Just once in a while, I would love to be told "Hey, good job!  I appreciate what you've done on that project!"  Instead, someone else gets all the attention, all the encouragement for minimal involvement.  This has been the story of my life.  Why is that, I wonder?  The workers go unappreciated while the slackers and suck-ups get all the appreciation and rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;No wonder the work place is filled with low morale and "postal" workers.  You know what I mean!  This is NOT to say I am going to go "postal."  I mean, what would that prove?  NOTHING, just get me in jail or worse.  Nah... not my way anyhoo. I'll move on until the next time something like this happens, then bitch and moan til I get it off my chest and head off to the next one.  Someone once said to me that it's more important that you've accomplished something to your satisfaction because we are our own most critical judges.  Who cares what other people think, anyway?  What matters is, can you live with what you've accomplished?  Yes, then move on.  No?  Figure out how to make it better the next time.  The point is, you wake up and look at YOURSELF in the mirror every morning.  Thank goodness not them! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113944029698363984?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113944029698363984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113944029698363984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113944029698363984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113944029698363984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-man-winter-dead-and-other-musings.html' title='Old Man Winter... DEAD?  And other musings...'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113916844710195636</id><published>2006-02-05T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:30:54.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay... going out on a limb here. I've a confession to make: I have NO interest in the Super Bowl! Not sure why but never really had any interest in sports, except playing them. Watching holds little interest for me.  When I was younger I tried to get interested and actually was for a time. Anyone remember the Coryell Years with Dan Coryell and QB Dan Fouts? All the game fights with the Raiders, now THAT was exciting! I'll catch an occasional game now and then, but usually not an entire one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If given the choice, I guess my Home-town team, the San Diego Chargers would be my pick. Why? Because I'm no flaky "fair-weather fan," that's why!! Sure, they do suck for the most part but I don't choose teams because they win. Now, if I bet on them it might be a different story. Since I'm no gambler (live in Vegas and not a gambler? RIGHT! But it is TRUE!), I pick my childhood favorite, the Chargers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, Super Bowl Sunday at my place is pretty much like any other Sunday. Probably will watch Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet for a short time. *chuckle* But it will be a normal end to the weekend here. No spilled beer, food in the living room or smoking in this house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From what I've seen over the years, professional ball has become pretty political.  Not sure if it is still banned, but I remember when the End-Zone victory dance was considered a penalty.  The only information I've found is because it's not PC?  Then this whole scandal over Janet Jackson's boob being flashed.  BIG DEAL!  It's just a body part!  This country is so concerned over the human body it's sickening.  That's a whole different discussion though.  At any rate, I think that has also soured me against watching sports.  So much in the way of politics and issues surrounding it takes the fun out of it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113916844710195636?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113916844710195636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113916844710195636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113916844710195636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113916844710195636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113901746581987869</id><published>2006-02-03T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:44:25.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another long week comes to a close.  Guess what?  We get to do it ALL OVER AGAIN in just two days.  What Communist Facist PIG came up with a 5-day work-week?  I mean, seriously, folks!  How restful is two days away from the ol' grind?  Saturday, you're beginning to get some rest... MAYBE.  Sunday, you're a little more rested, hopefully than Saturday but you have to get ready for the long 5-day week that's ahead of you.   We need 3-day weekends and 4-day work-weeks.  Work Tues-Friday so there are no Muckin' Funday's (switch the M &amp; F and... aw, hell, you get the picture! *chuckle*)  Then again, there could be consistent Terrible Tuesdays!  The working stiff just can't WIN!  Damn.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, we've had a few looky-loo's but no offers yet.  That's okay, business seems to be picking up and that's a good sign in itself.  We are still almost 4 months out from Escrow on the new house, so this is alright.  We do plan to get a little more aggressive after the Super Bowl, but not hoping for any offers til a little later in the game.  Rent-back can be tough, so the less time we have to live after closing on this place, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113901746581987869?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113901746581987869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113901746581987869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113901746581987869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113901746581987869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-long-week.html' title='Another Long Week'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113847690489264541</id><published>2006-01-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:40:19.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's something to ponder. My neighbor and I put our homes on the market at nearly the same time. She's asking 10G's more than me and actually had the unmittigated gall to tell me to raise mine!!! Perhaps had she asked something like "Why not raise your price closer to my price?" Instead she just says, "Raise it!" Not bloody likely. Sorry, but I intend to SELL my home, not sit in it for a year hoping someone makes an offer. Sure thing, Lady, I'll raise my asking price and we can live in "perfect harmony" (Sung to the tune of Jackson's &amp; McCartney's "Ebony &amp;amp; Ivory")*chuckle* Why raise the asking price of my competitively priced home just to suit her needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, we both placed flyers in the bins hanging on the For Sale signs in front of our homes. Less than one day later, ALL of my flyers are gone but there is still a stack in hers. Hmm... Methinks somethings amiss, Watson! We replace them only to have ALL of them gone the very next day while her's are still intact. Pictured below are our two signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/For%20Sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/For%20Sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simple yet to the point. Flyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;were added after this picture was taken, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why the bin is empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_2065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_2065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hers: &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy!!! When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; they add flyers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ours "mysteriously" disappear and have daily since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sound strange or are we merely victims of children being brats? Odd since only ours are being pilfered. One of these days, we'll catch them in the act. To be honest, it seems to me like her realtor is sour-grapes over the fact that we would not #1, list with him, and/or #2, asking 10,000 less than she is, despite market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Traditionally Superbowl Sunday was the last Sunday of January. Now, it's the first of February! WTF??? Why change something that works? *chuckle* Did it just drift off to a later date? When did the NFL make this change? If memory serves, I believe last year it was the same. But prior to that, I'm SURE it was on the last Sunday of January. Somebody PLEASE shed some light on this for me? Not that it is a big deal... but WTF, dude? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With Superbowl XL coming up, (wait a sec here... does that mean Superbowl eXtra Long or Large or something? *chuckle*) one realizes, January is nearly over with and February is coming very close. Then it'll be March, April (my son will be 13!!!) and before you know it, it's Christmas again!! When's it going to SLOW down??? Doesn't it seem like just yesterday we were ringing in the New Year? WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Earlier this school year, my son complains the bus driver has the radio cranked up so loudly that he cannot even hear himself think. Not only is it loud, but music he despises, cRAP!! Recently, he came home reporting that the bus driver said "Some parent called and complained now we can't have music." So, what happens next? students bring THEIR radios and it's Radio Wars on the bus. But does the driver do anything about it? Nope. WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then GAS PRICES!!! Around Christmas, for a gallon of Regular Unleaded, prices dropped to nearly $2/gal. Now it's back up to $2.50 and coninues to rise. There have been no reports of disasters or any reason why, just is. WTF's up with THAT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WTF? ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113847690489264541?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113847690489264541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113847690489264541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113847690489264541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113847690489264541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/wtf.html' title='WTF????'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113807195839493422</id><published>2006-01-23T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:00:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I thought I'd be spared this. *groan* Okay, I'm a "good sport" so will respond to the tag. So, I will have a little fun with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I have Had in My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Radio (not on-air talent, but the fun stuff, I "made things go" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Alarm Installation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Carpet Layer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Systems Administrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Actually, I've also laid brick, worked retail, even run my own business. STILL do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Could Watch Over And Over:&lt;br /&gt;Not really many these days. But I could watch these a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Mutiny on the Bounty (the Original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Actually pretty partial to the Original Trilogy, but what the heck! Also, my boy and I like Lord of the Rings. Lost count of how many times we watched THAT over the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Under a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;In a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;In a sewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;In the DOG HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;(Who let the Dawg out? Woof Woof Woof!)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Taunton MA (Pronounced Taunton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;North Dartmouth MA (Pronounced Noath DaatMuth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Nevada - Where we live now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Four TV Shows I Love To Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Friends (NO you DON'T have to be gay or a woman to like that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;PORN, BABY!!!! Oh, wait, that's not TV. *chuckle* Umm... Sunday Afternoon Bowling? Heck, I don't really like TV in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Four Blogs I Visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;This is not a good question... I only visit 2 besides mine and not daily. Normally working on the Net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://zeelv.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;ZeeLV's Spot on the WWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://marnies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Bitch N Moan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Sorry, failed that one. So WHAT???? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Foods I Love:&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM... my FAVORITE subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Homemade Chicken Enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies, ESPECIALLY if they are still a little doughy in the center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;DARK CHOCOLATE!!!! Has to be my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Asparagas. Yes, a veggie. Got a problem with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Four Albums (artists) You Can't Live Without:&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one. Since I like so much music, but still a little picky. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Russ Freeman &amp;amp; The Rippingtons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Cusco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;My ALL-TIME Favorites: Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;2nd All-Time Favorite: Electric Light Orchestra, better known as E.L.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Four Vehicles I have owned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;1965 Ford F-100 Pickup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Ford Ranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;2005 Ford F-150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113807195839493422?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113807195839493422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113807195839493422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113807195839493422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113807195839493422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-thought-id-be-spared-this.html' title=''/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113763867778311679</id><published>2006-01-18T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T18:26:34.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky-Loo's!  Especially Those That DON'T Even Go IN!! And Other "Fun" Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selling a home can be an EXTREMELY frustrating and difficult process. Imagine being called and told someone was heading to see your house so "Get up, get out &amp;amp; get going... NOW!" Yes it was frustrating. But, as much as I hate hearing this, we have to consider, "What if WE were the potential buyer?" Put ourselves in their shoes. We most certainly would not waste a moment of our time looking at a house that we were not interested in due to proximity to a pool. I look at it this way, I'm more interested in people that are serious about our home that will potentially write a deal than some dim-witted looky-loo which is what this one would have amounted to. Sure, we were tired, hungry and cranky as hell! But, remember, we want serious buyers. Just as well they didn't even go inside. However, what annoyed me to no end was the fact the realtor didn't have the decency to call ours until after 7 PM! Courtesy would dictate that you notify the seller or agent as soon as you get back into your car! Busting our asses getting the house prettied up for show then leaving at practically a moment's notice and no courtesy call to say, "We're done, you can come home now!" But, here is a prime example of how self-absorbed society is anymore. I really don't think that is too much to ask considering the efforts put into making the place presentable. Not that we are slobs or anything, not by a long-shot. Bet some idiots would be waiting hours for that call and not have the sense to go home and check after about an hour. Now THAT would be hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Callers that don't leave a message when you miss the call. Ever have your cell phone ring multiple times throughout the day with a # you do not recognize or just don't have the time to answer yet they don't have the decency to leave a damn MESSAGE!! Sheesh! If your call is SO important, LEAVE A &lt;a href="mailto:F*#@ing"&gt;F*#@ing&lt;/a&gt; MESSAGE!!! (702) 944.9000 is the one that has been harassing me all day! Try calling the # back and all you get is SILENCE. WTF is this all about? As I hack this out, my wife's cell rings with the SAME #. She answers SILENCE! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP? Calling people at random for no goddam reason? What's the sense in THAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Believe it or not, it HAS been a great day. Accomplished quite a bit today, in fact, even on Monday AND Tuesday. Despite the Mucking Funday it was, still much was accomplished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come home DEAD tired, snoring in front of the TV by 8 (when my "bed time" is actually 9:30 *chuckle*). Am I really getting old or what? I've been told I'm "Over the Hill" at 40, but I just don't buy it. I've always thought OTH was 50! In any event, I just can't keep my eyes open after 8 most evenings anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, now a REAL rant! WTF is someone doing dumping a 3-year-old in a DUMPSTER!! What a goddam MONSTER! Apparently, a week or so ago, the body of a 3-year-old girl was discovered in a DUMPSTER here in Vegas! Here's the story in our local paper. It's gruesome. Plain SICK!! &lt;a href="http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2006/Jan-14-Sat-2006/news/5357127.html"&gt;http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2006/Jan-14-Sat-2006/news/5357127.html&lt;/a&gt; As a loving parent, you can't help but cringe and fight back a sob. Tragic just does not begin to describe it. There really are no words to describe such an act.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sorry for such a negative blog entry, but just had to get that off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113763867778311679?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113763867778311679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113763867778311679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113763867778311679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113763867778311679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/looky-loos-especially-those-that-dont.html' title='Looky-Loo&apos;s!  Especially Those That DON&apos;T Even Go IN!! And Other &quot;Fun&quot; Stuff'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113721259064717392</id><published>2006-01-13T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:23:10.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Things seem to be moving along MUCH better after the "false-start" earlier this week.  Apparently they now see things OUR way.  When we returned the next day, the salesman was really quite accomodating.  So, it looks like we will be getting our new home after all.  Not until later this year, however.  Although we need to sell our current house first, which all indicators point to a speedy sell, it looks like an early Summertime move.  Something I wanted to avoid at all cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;The options that are being thrown in are excellent as well.  Surround system pre-wire, category-5 networking, decorator switches, tile, etc.  The location of our lot is quite an advantage too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Meeting with the loan officer went really quite smoothly.  It's just the montly payment that scares the hell out of us, which is nearly twice our current payment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow, we make our (hopefully) final trip to storage.  One never knows what kind of garbage that has been stored for so many years until time to move.  But what seems to be garbage is actually items we may need.  Now, the house is ready to be shown with the exception of one closet.  That will be addressed at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;I truly do not relish the thought of having strangers in my home, especially in my absence.  But, I guess it is part of the price to be paid to sell one's home.  What gets me is one of my neighbors actually told me to RAISE the price!  We're already priced in the upper-mid -range for our community.  No, we'll keep it priced as is and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;Updates coming as they happen.  Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113721259064717392?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113721259064717392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113721259064717392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113721259064717392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113721259064717392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113668899702252373</id><published>2006-01-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:05:09.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, the joys of selling and buying a home. Why builders and escrow companies have to make it so difficult for potential buyers is completely beyond me. Every little thing has a rediculous charge associated with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are listing our current home and intend to purchase a new one as soon after as possible. However, I have never heard of Earnest Monies being so extravigant! Has anyone ever dealt with D.R. Horton? Despite the nice homes and quality building, they require $15,000 in Earnest Moneys which really is outrageous. Quite discouraging for a homeowner intending to purchase on contingency. It is JUST a house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The cost of homes these days is pretty high as it is. Then one is still expected to pay out thousands more for everything under the sun it seems. Really quite discouraging. Why does home buying have to be so stressful? It really should be an enjoyable and exciting experience. Instead it is a ROYAL BITCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113668899702252373?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113668899702252373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113668899702252373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113668899702252373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113668899702252373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/real-estate.html' title='Real Estate'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113624768701953712</id><published>2006-01-02T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:21:27.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Tomorrow, it is back to the "old grind."  Amazing how fast 11 days can go, especially when on vacation.  On one hand, it seems like just yesterday I was working.  Yet, it also seems I've been away for quite some time.  Will be interesting to see what conditon the dept. is in upon my return.  I do know there have been some changes in the company and some are not exciting.  Apparently accountability has been taken to a whole new level.  We are now required to provide weekly and monthly updates to General Management, giving a run-down of pretty much everything that has gone on in the dept.  I guess it could be worse.  I tease my boss by calling him Darth Fluff.  Darth because he is much like Vader in that he "keeps changing the terms".  His response is always "Perhaps you feel you have been treated unfairly?  Pray I don't alter the terms any further."  Fluff because he is the Finance Manager and always "fluffs" the numbers according to the GM.  Hence, Darth Fluff! *chuckle*  It's really all in fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;People make a great deal out of New Years.  Truthfully, it is ONLY another day.  Really nothing like Christmas, Thanksgiving or birthdays.  New Year's resolutions, like rules, really are made to be broken.  Therefore, I merely set goals for myself for the next 12 months.  Here are 3 of them:  1) Move into the new house BEFORE summertime hits.  Moving in Vegas is a real chore but during the summer, it is a BITCH!  No more.  Getting too old for that!  2)  Increase income by a minimum of $5K/year, and, 3) Ramp up my free-lance business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;2006 does appear to have many challenges ahead.  I hope I am ready to deal with each accordingly and be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113624768701953712?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113624768701953712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113624768701953712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113624768701953712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113624768701953712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-vacation.html' title='End Of Vacation'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113604302211556028</id><published>2005-12-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:30:22.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005, Where Did It Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The end of yet ANOTHER year.  It is amazing how quickly time actually goes by.  And it only seems to be increasing in velocity.  It seems like only yesterday we were watching the ball drop in Times Square and then watching the fireworks on The Strip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2005 was a good year for me.  A great number of blessings and opportunities came my way.  2006 looks to be at least that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's wishing each of you and yours a very SAFE and Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113604302211556028?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113604302211556028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113604302211556028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113604302211556028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113604302211556028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-where-did-it-go.html' title='2005, Where Did It Go?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113595758633876330</id><published>2005-12-30T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:46:26.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Route 66 Historical Museum - A PhotoBlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, Josh and I went to Kingman AZ to see the Historical Museum.  Really quite fascinating.  Here are some photos of the sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1580.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1580.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1577.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1577.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1590.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1577.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1595.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1580.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1588.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1588.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1590.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1590.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1595.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1595.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1600.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1608.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1609.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1613.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1611.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/IMG_1611.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Josh was a little freaked by this last area.  Since the building the museum is in was formerly a power station, this area could have been used for anything.  Nobody could tell us exactly what.  Looks like a nice place for a haunting! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113595758633876330?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113595758633876330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113595758633876330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113595758633876330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113595758633876330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/route-66-historical-museum-photoblog.html' title='Route 66 Historical Museum - A PhotoBlog'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113569199418167436</id><published>2005-12-27T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T05:59:54.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Super Hero Are You?</title><content type='html'>Just for fun, I took this little quiz that was sent to me by one of my contacts. Take it and see what your results are and share them in the Comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero"&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="80" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="80" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="75" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="70" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="60" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="55" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="50" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="45" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="45" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="30" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="25" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are dark, love gadgets&lt;br /&gt;and have vowed to help the innocent&lt;br /&gt;not suffer the pain you have endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero/pics/batman.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero"&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113569199418167436?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113569199418167436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113569199418167436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113569199418167436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113569199418167436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-super-hero-are-you.html' title='What Super Hero Are You?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113553770873293680</id><published>2005-12-25T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T11:14:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas is here, presents are unwrapped and supper is about to be prepared. I believe that perhaps my son has enjoyed his most exciting Christmas ever. We bought him the Anakin Skywalker Force FX Lightsaber and a Nano Pod as well as various other gifts that pleased him to no end. Except, of course, the socks his mom bought him, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made out pretty well as well, with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/starrynight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/starrynight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/starrynight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife also made out pretty well with her Senseo Coffee maker and 2G SD card for her camera as well as other nice gifts, of course. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel free to respond with your experience Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the important fact to remember is the Reason. Look deep into your heart and soul, you will find the True Meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113553770873293680?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113553770873293680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113553770873293680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113553770873293680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113553770873293680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='Christmas Is Here'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113539544741990402</id><published>2005-12-23T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:56:58.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Time Away From Routine</title><content type='html'>Finally, at long last, my vacation begins!  11 days of no trouble-calls, Production issues, server backup tapes or difficult staff!  I'm going to take this time as an opportunity to rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year, I have struggled to nearly single-handedly rebuild and reform a failing network.  Upon my arrival, there had been serious hardware and software issues.  No security or any form of control in place to prevent complete melt-down of the entire infrastructure.  Instead of &lt;a href="http://compnetworking.about.com/od/hardwarenetworkgear/g/bldef_switch.htm" target="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switches&lt;/a&gt;, the server rack was filled with &lt;a href="http://compnetworking.about.com/cs/internetworking/g/bldef_hub.htm" target="top"&gt;hubs&lt;/a&gt;!  Most certainly not the proper way to run a network.  These were promplty removed with switches of my recommendation. &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=spyware" target="top"&gt; Spyware&lt;/a&gt; had been another huge contributor to the instability of this system.  A complete lack of accountability of users was another cause.  Once most of the issues had been resolved, I'd finally been able to bring on more help.  Unfortunately, this help had become more of a hinderance than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most IT Professionals tend to be alloof and unfriendly.  One of the things I have always emphasized is customer ethic.  Quite franky, I believe I've created a more "user-friendly" IT Dept. at this facility.  Apparently it is not enough because I'm frequently asked by a few, "Why can't you be more like "Thomas?"  By nature, I am a serious and focused individual.  Very dry sense of humor but friendly and cordial for the most part.  However, like everyone else on this planet, HUMAN.  In the most difficult of situations, It was suggested that I become more "cheery" like "Thomas."  Unfortunately, "Thomas" has a knack for shirking his responsibility and socializing more than completing tasks.  I've never thought of the workplace as a forum to make friends or to be overly sociable.  One must be friendly, but professional.  Well, back to my point.  "Thomas" has effectively taken credit for all of the successes I have done throughout this year and seems now to be the IT "Hero" of our company.  One would think that would reflect on the department but in this case, it only makes me look quite mean and unsuccessful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I mentioned my customer ethic.  That is still in effect.  However, when this individual is on the scene, rather than exercising professionalism and courtesy, we have a situation of socializing and carryings on.  While I understand this appeals to many, there is a job to do.  Yet, I stress that I do exercise good customer service.  I do, however, "shoot from the hip" and do not mince words.  Yet, many seem to prefer the less direct politically correct approach.  How is directness rude, when it IS delivered in a courteous manner.  There is a proper time and place for everything, correct?  Apparently, being overly sociable is more important than "keeping the users up and running."  Structure and procedure is mandatory in any professional setting.  New policies have been implemented which many insist upon circumventing and outright avoiding.  Our social dragon-fly "Thomas" accommodates these acts, further undermining what improvements have been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close this rant, in essence, Professional Ethic is a four-letter-word in today's workplace.  Professionalism and seriousness is considered unfriendliness and technical success is unimportant.  Prevention of complete systems failures are now credited to the "friendly" guy.  Why is seriousness considered being unfriendly and, in some cases, anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my return in 2006, there are to be changes.  New challenges and opportunities.  Hopefully more self-development opportunities enabling advancement.  On one hand, if given this opportunity, I would like to remain with this company.  If not, then perhaps I am to seek elsewhere.  Truth is, I'd prefer not to.  In many respects, I have an ideal situation here.  How often does one live less than 10 mins away from work?  While the pay is not the greatest, it is a steady paycheck and has been for a year.  I know where I am going to be my next work day.  Can one actually say that about contracting?  No, I'd take this situation, however frustrating and discouraging at times, over contracting any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told recently that a good leader looks for opportunities to improve himself and those around him.  Looks above the chaos and finds solutions.  Is not discouraged and continues to strive for success.  A true leader is not determined by how he can manipulate others to his bidding, rather, guiding those with him in a common cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I do not have to deal with these things for the next week.  But what else gets me is the weather! 70 degree daytime temps on Christmas?  Last year, it was completely different.  At least I have the time to be with my son and perhaps get away for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a joyous time, though.  What a joy it is to see your children's eyes light up when opening presents they've been wanting or the surprise of something they did not think they'd receive.  Time to be with family and forget the cares of the world.  I believe that is what Christmas is all about.  Love.  Family. Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those reading this, blessings to you and yours in this Joyous Occasion.  Merry Christmas and a SAFE and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113539544741990402?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113539544741990402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113539544741990402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113539544741990402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113539544741990402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/vacation-time-away-from-routine.html' title='Vacation, Time Away From Routine'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113486530207131235</id><published>2005-12-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:21:42.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days And Counting!  VACATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In just 5 days my long-awaited vacation begins!  Since September, I've been anticipating a week-long rest from the chaos of the Plant.  Running a network in this condition with difficult to please internal customers can truly weigh on a person.  Generally, IT Departments are run by those with little customer ethic and hence are grumpy, unapproachable and all-around unpleasant.  While we strive to produce a customer-friendly atmosphere, there are always those that want more.  Despite one's best efforts, it is impossible to please everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This will be a splendid time to "fallback and regroup" and be prepared to start the New Year.  Taking the week between Christmas and New Years will also allow time to spend with my son.  Maybe a week full of rail-fanning and if there is snow on the mountain, perhaps we will go to Mt. Charleston and build a snowman or two.  Of course, the required snow-ball fights will be part of the venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It will be nice to not have to be concerned about deadlines, network issues, etc. for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113486530207131235?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113486530207131235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113486530207131235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113486530207131235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113486530207131235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-days-and-counting-vacation.html' title='5 Days And Counting!  VACATION!!!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113289532719057906</id><published>2005-11-24T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:25:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to You And Yours! Hope you didn't eat TOO much, save some for the cockroaches! Hey, they gotta eat too, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now for the important stuff! *chuckle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my Christmas Wishlist. If you're feeling generous, your act of selflessness will be appreciated. Maybe Santa will be really good to me this year, I've been a REALLY good boy! NOT! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://weeklyad.circuitcity.com/circuitcity/default.aspx?action=browsepagelarge&amp;storeid=2397258&amp;amp;rapid=200766&amp;pagenumber=5"&gt;Philips 51" HDTV&lt;/a&gt;, only $799 tomorrow (Black Friday) at Circuit City. Hey, with the bitchen' sound system I have, time to dump the ol' Zenith 27" NTSB tube set. Archaic technology now. Sure doesn't do &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; the justice they deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) Step (running) boards for my truck. Already looking pretty "trick," but this'll be even better. Easier for short chicks to get in without me having to boost 'em in -- not that I do anyway. You know who I'm talking about. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) Bedliner. Practical feature Ford neglected to include in the new F-150 line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://onlinestorez.cingular.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phones/cell-phones.jsp?v=1&amp;amp;q_categoryId=2283000006&amp;q_deviceId=cdsku9870054"&gt;Motorola Razor&lt;/a&gt;. Once owned a StarTac which was my favorite. I understand this is essentially the replacement model. A &lt;a href="http://onlinestorez.cingular.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phones/cell-phones.jsp?v=1&amp;amp;q_categoryId=2283000006&amp;q_deviceId=cdsku9870054"&gt;Treo&lt;/a&gt; would be even better instead. But will settle for the Razor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5) Gift Certificates to JCPenny and/or Mervyn's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) A New Pair of boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) Ionic Breeze Professional from Sharper Image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) Blue Man Group Tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://store.starrynightstore.com/stnien50.html"&gt;Starry Night Enthusiast 5.0&lt;/a&gt; E.T. Phone Home! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.celestron.com/prod_pgs/bino/skymaster.htm"&gt;Celestron Skymaster Astronomy Binoculars&lt;/a&gt; So E.T. can see his house. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey, if you REALLY want to help me out with these things, drop me a note and I'll tell ya where to send the $$. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EDIT, 17Dec:  Item 4 can be crossed off your list.  Due to an unfortunate mishap and flat feet, I've actually been able to turn an unpleasant situation into something quite pleasant.  I now own the black Razr v3!  Which, by the way, really is quite a phone.  Though not the Treo, still a step up from the v551!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113289532719057906?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113289532719057906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113289532719057906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113289532719057906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113289532719057906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-10-christmas-wishlist.html' title='Top 10 Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113293212626695116</id><published>2005-11-24T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:22:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Say On Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's something for a little chuckle.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things To Say On Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.Talk about a huge breast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. It's Cool Whip time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Whew, that's one terrific spread!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Are you ready for seconds yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Don't play with your meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. You still have a little bit on your chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. How long will it take after you stick it in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. How long do I beat it before it's ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113293212626695116?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113293212626695116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113293212626695116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113293212626695116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113293212626695116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-to-say-on-thanksgiving.html' title='Things To Say On Thanksgiving'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113262951177424346</id><published>2005-11-21T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:18:31.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retrosexual Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I get an Amen...??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Retrosexual movement. "&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to vent. I have had it. I've taken all I can stand and I can't stand no more. Every time my TV is on, all that can be seen is effeminate men prancing about, redecorating houses and talking about foreign concepts like "style" and "feng shui." Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, transsexual, metrosexual, non-sexual; blue, green, and purple-sexual - bogus definitions have taken over the urban and suburban world!&lt;br /&gt;Real men of the world, stand up, scratch your butt, belch, and yell "ENOUGH!" I hereby announce the start of a new offensive in the culture Wars, the Retrosexual movement. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Code :&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that term only because they are female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual DEALS with IT, be it a flat tire, break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you. If you are still having sex, you are a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an end cap (possibly 2 end caps if you include shaving goods.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This falls under the "Dealing With It" portion of The Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in his house on national TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some is inevitable, but major reinvention of yourself will only lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she ain't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak wood chipper accident, favorite sports team being moved to a different city, favorite bird dog expiring, etc. You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie – and ONLY a Windsor knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can – or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign that you are riddled with fear. Guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just plain fun to fire one off in the direction of those people or things that just need a little "wakin' up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying. There are very few reasons that a Retrosexual may cry, and none of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release is swearing, stomping or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a Retrosexual can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of a pet (fish usually do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body part, or loss of major body part on your pickup truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a commuter train, and a pregnant woman, heck, any woman gets on, that retrosexual stands up and offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so-called men still in their seats with a disgusted "you punks" look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge properly, and with the correct emphasis and pronunciation. He also knows the words to the Star Spangled Banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged or in a serious healthy relationship - i.e., hunting, boxing, shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard) without sliding all over or driving under 20mph, without anxiety, and without high-centering his ride in a snow bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it lands is where he damn well wanted it to land. Except on his truck--that would happen because of a "force of nature", and then the retrosexual man's options are to Cry, or to DEAL WITH IT, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but any elderly person or person in military dress (except 2nd Lt's) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but the Retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them for serving their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man doesn't need a contract -- a handshake is good enough. He will always stand by his word even if circumstances change or the other person deceived him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113262951177424346?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113262951177424346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113262951177424346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113262951177424346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113262951177424346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/retrosexual-movement.html' title='The Retrosexual Movement'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113254158616973021</id><published>2005-11-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:56:27.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something A Little Fun... What Peanuts Character ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Franklin" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousnowhere/1064197208_r_franklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Franklin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousnowhere/quizzes/Which%20Peanuts%20Character%20are%20You?/"&gt;Which Peanuts Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took this little quiz out of curiosity and was quite surprised at the result.  Actually had considered myself more like Good Ol' Charlie Brown.  I guess we learn more about ourselves every day as well.  Check it out and share your results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113254158616973021?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113254158616973021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113254158616973021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113254158616973021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113254158616973021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-little-fun-what-peanuts.html' title='Something A Little Fun... What Peanuts Character ARE YOU?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113251796604831334</id><published>2005-11-20T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:19:26.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Our Humanity, In a Nutshell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've not posted much lately, but this morning had a bit of inspiration.  I've been doing a lot of re-thinking of my life and life in general.  This is something that has come to me and I'd like to share with my readers.  Please comment, if you wish, whether you agree or disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humanity has become shallow as a whole and hence lost sight of true reality.  Reality does not stop at that which is seen, rather it is barely the beginning!  There is so much that is unseen.  Some say the Human Adventure lies in space.  While space is exciting and something we must explore and learn about, there is so much more to be learned from within ourselves.  Space is not the Final Frontier.  The Final Frontier is our true being, our spirituality and how we connect with the cosmos and all of creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If we can move beyond the flesh, realize this is a mere shell that contains our very essence, our spirits, what/whom we REALLY are, then the possibilities are endless.  Unfortunately, man has a natural desire to dominate.  Hence, religion.  Religion is merely a man-made institution to control the masses.  There is, of course, the Greed Factor, but that's a whole new discussion.  Rules and regulations about how to behave have been put into place to keep people in check.  In truth, that which we do not understand terrifies us.  Therefore it MUST BE EVIL.  Wrong answer.  The unknown is just that, the unknown; an opportunity to expand our knowledge and grow from it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling another only begets chaos.  When two or more are in sync, of the same mind-set, events unfold naturally, without resistance.  It is much easier to produce desired results with cooperation rather than control.  Acceptance, as Osho teaches, leads to contentment and far less frustration.  When society learns that simple theory, wars will cease, harmony will flourish.  The problem is, mankind needs to shift focus from selfish desires, accumulating wealth and pursuits to that which comes more naturally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing I have found in my life is that goals, whether material or otherwise, are more satisfyingly obtained with cooperation and harmony rather than control and frustration.  In many cases, those goals we set out to obtain turn out to be less important than we had originally thought, especially if the road to that goal was fraught with frustration and the need to control the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113251796604831334?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113251796604831334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113251796604831334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113251796604831334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113251796604831334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/11/truth-about-our-humanity-in-nutshell.html' title='The Truth About Our Humanity, In a Nutshell!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-113010675453320244</id><published>2005-10-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:40:43.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petroglyphs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/2005-F150a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pet·ro·glyph -n.&lt;br /&gt;A carving or line drawing on rock, especially one made by prehistoric people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last weekend, we went to Sloan Canyon, inside of which is Petroglyph Canyon. In order to get there, you must off-road for about 2 miles. Since I'd just put new wheels and all-terrain tires on my truck, this would prove to be a good test!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/2005-F150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/2005-F150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/2005-F150a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/2005-F150a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/2005-F150a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures taken where Wilderness Area began, where no motorized vehicles were permitted beyond this point. So, we could drive no further and had to walk the rest of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The hike was great. Some photos taken in what was reportedly Sacred Ground of the Anasazi. With the breeze that was blowing, one would swear to hear voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/sloancyn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/sloancyn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/sloancyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/sloancyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/sloan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/sloan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/sloan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/sloan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/sloan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/200/sloan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-113010675453320244?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/113010675453320244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=113010675453320244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113010675453320244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/113010675453320244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/10/petroglyphs.html' title='Petroglyphs'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112827589925745166</id><published>2005-10-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:58:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to Boulder City and checked out "Art in the Park" (Fart in the Dark? *chuckle*) and actually had a pretty good time! We looked at all the high-priced hand crafts, listened to some really ecclectic music (a group called Andean Nation who played, you guessed it, Andean ethnic music, but really classified as World/New Age). We also toured the famed "Haunted" Boulder City Hotel. There, we enjoyed the Hoover Dam Museum. Pictured below are a couple of pictures we took inside the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/aitp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/aitp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured to the left are some of the tools used by workers on the Dam. There were a number of other tools used, many developed for the project. As the Dam(n) tour states, there was absolutely nothing wasted. Workers crafted their own furniture, lighting, even eating utensils out of materials found onsite. Also another interesting fact was that during the summer months, they would sleep UNDER the bungalows, going topside only to wet their blankets in order to keep cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pictured below is a man that looks strikingly similar to my late grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/aitp2.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attending functions such as these, one tends to run into people they know. On this one occasion, however, we managed to make a couple of new friends... but with friends like these, who needs enemies! *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/aitp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/aitp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it is said that a picture is worth a thousand words... 'nuf sed&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112827589925745166?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112827589925745166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112827589925745166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112827589925745166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112827589925745166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-in-park.html' title='Art in the Park'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112640679239910701</id><published>2005-09-10T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:46:32.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fry's Electronics - The Downfall of Customer Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my opinion Fry's Electronics should be put out of business and it's executives tried as if they were involved with the Enron scandal!  Then, each employee should be shot for plain ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Despite their desceptive low prices, in the end the consumer winds up getting nailed one way or another.  Either there is no help or customers receive a major run-around.  The incompetence of the store is outrageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Case in point:  A few weeks ago, I was in need of a couple UPS's (battery backups).  Unable to locate them in their original location, I proceeded to look in other places.  Finally, I found I needed assistance. I was told "Sorry, I don't know what a UPS is" by not one, not two but 3 idiot associates!  In order to locate them, I had to locate a manager.  One associate had the audacity to tell me to find another associate to assist me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Most recently, I purchased an external hard drive which had two $20 rebates.  The store printed out two forms to be completed and mailed to the manufacturer, both of which required the usual original UPC code.  The problem with this was the fact that there is only ONE ORIGINAL.  To make a long story short, Fry's promised to contact the manufacturer and resolve this for me the following business day.  1 week went by and no call back.  When I contacted the store recently, I was shuffled around to different associates.  In the end, I had been disconnected 3 times, which resulted in the associate denying having done so that *I* hung up, not her.  Having gone through that, I was told I would have to wait until Monday for them to call the manufacturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This was not the ONLY time this had happend.  Fry's has a bad habit of "dropping the ball" and denying any knowledge.  Hmmm.... sounds like our very US Gov't.  Anyway, I saw the pattern forming again.  Remember that this was only for a total of $40.  Considering what I had been through, I decided to ask them to resolve this internally, which apparently was unreasonable.  Despite the circumstances, I was still required to mail in the first form.  A complete lack of customer service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Had they taken ownership of the situation from the beginning, I would have agreed.  But, again, this had become a real issue due to their mishandling of it.  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my opinion, boycot Fry's.  Do not shop Fry's, put their sorry stores out of business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112640679239910701?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112640679239910701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112640679239910701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112640679239910701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112640679239910701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/09/frys-electronics-downfall-of-customer.html' title='Fry&apos;s Electronics - The Downfall of Customer Service'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112587975450878919</id><published>2005-09-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:49:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/F1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/F1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just before my birthday, I finally got into one of the new F-150's! One of the last '05 models. Since the lease was about up on my '03, I thought, "why not?" Although I've leased my 3 previous trucks, it was time to make a purchase. This rides like a dream! Everything Ford touts this truck to be is true. Much more spacious, smoother ride, tighter turning radius and more. Ripped out the stock CD-stereo and installed a Panasonic AM/FM, MP3/WMA, XM-Radio ready unit. And that's only the beginning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been a Ford Man all my life, even my first vehicle was a Ford F100, model replica pictured below.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/1965%20F-1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/1965%20F-1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Unfortunately, I had no pictures of the original vehicle, so this will have to do for now unless I can find something more closely matching the one I had.   Even l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;earned in it, too! So, I guess you could say "it's in my blood," but truth be told, I've had fewer problems with Ford Trucks than any other vehicle. In fact, not one single issue with my last one. I'd highly recommend a Ford, if you've ever wanted one, now is the time. Don't really recommend their cars tho... I think the Ford Motor Company should stick to what they do best, building tough trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's really spacious inside, feels like a car almost, but higher up. My son has plenty of room in the back with the crew cab. No hesitation on accelleration when running A/C full blast with these V-8's! Sound system is fantastic and it's a lot of fun to drive. Came with a full towing package, too! Center console is so HUGE you can get lost in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112587975450878919?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112587975450878919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112587975450878919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112587975450878919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112587975450878919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112545230556166889</id><published>2005-08-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:38:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's not derogatory, it's TRUE! Stranger things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/signs/austria.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/photos/signs/austria.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112545230556166889?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112545230556166889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112545230556166889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112545230556166889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112545230556166889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/fucking-town.html' title='Fucking Town!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112492839975636594</id><published>2005-08-24T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:11:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/oops1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/oops1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably what the engineer said when he remembered to look back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;EDIT:  8/28/05:  After closer examination, it's plainly obvious this has been Photoshopped!  Note the struts beneath where the bridge actually is.  Not to mention that the car on the end would not be dangling like that, as it would certainly come uncoupled from the rest of the train!  Interesting photo, none-the-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112492839975636594?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112492839975636594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112492839975636594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112492839975636594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112492839975636594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-shit.html' title='OH SHIT!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112403745846618555</id><published>2005-08-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:39:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusionment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;n : freeing from false belief or illusions [syn: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=disenchantment"&gt;disenchantment&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=disillusion"&gt;disillusion&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes we go through life thinking and feeling things are a certain way. Then suddenly, one day, *WHAM!* You get a wake-up call! It could be subtle or it could be dramatic. One way or another, that illusion being lived out is gone. When reality sets in, it can be quite painful. You think you know someone, or at least that you have the same mind-set as another but when reality bites, it becomes painfully obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even when relationships grow cold or stale, one wants things to be at least some semblance of what things were. In any committed relationship, there should be NO "status quo!" Some tend to lax into a false sense of complacency and not put forth enough effort to maintain said relationship. One partner is many times misperceived as longing for blissfulness and birds singing, swooning and fawning over each other when the other simply wants to be closer, more like a relationship than a business partnership. On the other hand, one partner wishes the other was more logical and predictable.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one expects bliss 100% of the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Where and when did we go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112403745846618555?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112403745846618555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112403745846618555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403745846618555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403745846618555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/disillusionment.html' title='Disillusionment'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112403660676438883</id><published>2005-08-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:23:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As time passes, people grow closer together or drift apart.  Sometimes, it takes a while to realize that.  Priorities, goals, interests divert, one likes some things, another likes other things.  But the fact is, either people grow closer or drift apart.  It's a fact of life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112403660676438883?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112403660676438883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112403660676438883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403660676438883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403660676438883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/growing-apart.html' title='Growing Apart'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112403638984457287</id><published>2005-08-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:19:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change is inevitable.  Change is constant.  Change is sometimes for the better but mostly it is for the worse.  Change can seemingly sneak up on you and suddenly you open your eyes to it even though it has happened long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Live is full of changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112403638984457287?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112403638984457287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112403638984457287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403638984457287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112403638984457287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112390861837730002</id><published>2005-08-12T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:50:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheesecake Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight, my family and I went to supper at the Cheesecake Factory.  In short, just go there for the desserts, SKIP dinner.  In fact, don't even bother waiting for a seat.  Instead, simply order your cake for pickup and get out.  Why?  It's just not worth it otherwise.  They should stick to making cheesecake!  Service is less than acceptable, food is outrageously priced and the wait is horrendous.  If you're told your wait is going to be about 45 mins, expect AT LEAST a half hour more unless you have the guts to go to the counter after your promised time and refuse to budge until they seat you.  Although that even took about 10 more minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Once seated, service was passable.  Food, like I said, although palletable, was outrageously overpriced.  You see, we go for the whole experience.  The food has to be good, service at least acceptable and the wait should be at least close to the promised time.  I don't mind paying $80 and up for a really well presented and delicious meal.  While in San Fran (See previous blog), we were treated to just that.  Pricey but worth every penny.  Whereas here, tonight's experience was quite different.  The only similarity was the high price tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In short, I give the food a C-/D+, service a B (our server was really attentive--VERY important in a good dining experience), and overall experience, I give a D.  As in, DON'T BOTHER to eat at the restaurant.  Like I said, go for the desserts but leave the food in the kitchen. *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Perhaps Vegas restaurants can take notice of San Fran with their impeccable service and well prepared food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112390861837730002?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112390861837730002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112390861837730002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112390861837730002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112390861837730002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheesecake-factory.html' title='The Cheesecake Factory'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112294553485281815</id><published>2005-08-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:18:54.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya THINK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112294553485281815?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112294553485281815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112294553485281815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112294553485281815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112294553485281815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/08/ya-think.html' title='Ya THINK?'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112286562994567767</id><published>2005-07-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:07:09.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 31, 2005 - 5 Months Left This Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where has the year gone? It seems only yesterday we were watching the Ball drop on Times Square. So much has happened in so little time! Are we accelerating to destruction?  No, I think time just goes by faster as you grow older.  Come to think of it, in just a month, I turn the Big 4-Oh.  Oh, crap.  Nearly middle aged.  Once again, time seems to be winning the battle.  There's no stopping it, it just keeps on turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before we know it, it will be 2006!  UGH!  Well, one thing I plan to do before the year's out is trade in my truck.  The lease is up a the end of '05.  Currently, I have an '03.  What do you think of the new design of the Ford F-150?  I think it's certainly a step in the right direction.  Even test drove one a while back and there are many improvements, including quieter cab and a smoother ride.  Anyway, to my point.  Since I learned to drive in a 1965 Ford F-100 (yep, same year I was born), I plan to make sure I get a 2005 F-150 this time.  Celebrating 40 years of that old heap which is probably in pieces now.  But there were some great memories...  like "fun" at Lake Miramar with my wife, though she wasn't my wife then! *chuckle*  Maybe we can recapture them.... ;)  Seriously, I plan to pick out a red one, since my old truck was red and I even remember the license plate which I plan to personalize on the new one.  Nostalgic, perhaps, but it might be fun to sorta bring back the past.  Or is it a "blast from the past?"  Who knows, whatever it is, that's my goal before the end of this year: Get into a RED 2005 F-150, personalize the plates to commemorate the old Red Truck.  Hell, might even just put "Red Truck" or something like that on the plate!  Then recapturing old memories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then, my boy starts the 7th Grade next month!  Kids grow up way too fast.  I still remember changing his diapers, holding him on one arm.  Though he's taller than his mom now, weighing in at 117lbs, it is hard to believe that just 12-1/2 years ago, he fit right on my forearm!  Considering his birth weight at 4.13 lbs, he's turning into quite a guy!  He's overcome all odds and now is an accomplished sax player and 4th-Degree Blue Belt in Kung Fu.  Probably could take out his Ol' Man if he wanted to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have now lived in Southern Nevada for 14 years, and 5 of those in this very house.  This month, in fact!  Moved in on July 27, 2000.  Even in those 5 short years, things have changed so drastically.  The nearest freeway to our house was approximately 3 miles away, now one is just over 3 City Blocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though these are just a few examples, it goes to show that if you blink, life passes you by before you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112286562994567767?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112286562994567767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112286562994567767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112286562994567767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112286562994567767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-31-2005-5-months-left-this-year.html' title='July 31, 2005 - 5 Months Left This Year!'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112225482161893249</id><published>2005-07-24T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:00:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gadget - PalmOne Tungsten T5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/Palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/Palm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few years ago, I bought my first PDA, or Personal Data Assistant. Also known as a Handheld. These "nifty" little devices can do anything from keep track of your contacts, e-mail, read e-books and other limited functions. Pictured here is my new Tungsten T5, which comes with Bluetooth Wireless capabilities and with an expansion card, Wi-Fi Internet. All this, including listen to MP3's, watch movies, play games and surf the web (Wi-Fi) are possible with this gadget. Primarily, it automates my job where I no longer have to use paper logs, instead I can enter the information and synch it up with my computer. This alsk comes with handwriting recognition. So, taking notes during meetings as well as keeping track of my daily tasks is simple. 256M memory and a 1G card gives me a lot of storage space. I think Palm has come a long way with their OS, and in my opinion, better than Windows Mobile. The PalmOne operating system is very stable now, unlike in previous years. With the proper applications, I will be able to remotely control some workstations at my office from home once I receive my Wi-Fi card. In short, it's a handheld computer. It's also highly customizable.  Note the background picture.  So, you don't have to look at any boring wallpaper on your PDA.  Oh, one other thing, Drive Mode allows you to plug it into your desktop or notebook computer and use it like any other external storage device. Hat's off to Palm for their advances. To any business professional, I recommend this unit. Blackberry has nothing on Palm, aside from a mess. *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958630-112225482161893249?l=qballrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/feeds/112225482161893249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958630&amp;postID=112225482161893249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112225482161893249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958630/posts/default/112225482161893249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qballrail.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-gadget-palmone-tungsten-t5.html' title='New Gadget - PalmOne Tungsten T5'/><author><name>QballRail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03477617815500451796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.kingoftrains.com/images/QBall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958630.post-112225236161705467</id><published>2005-07-24T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:08:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, M$ Names The Next Release of Windows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/1600/vista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1363/1248/320/vista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slated for release late this year, Micro$haft has finally named the newest release of Windows. Rather than being referred to as Longhorn, officially, it is named Windows Vista. PC Magazine has released their idea of what might have been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(see the full article at &lt;a href="http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1895,1839879,00.asp"&gt;http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1895,1839879,00.asp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Miller, PC Magazine Editor-in-Chief: "Windows 06? 07? 2010?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jo Foley, Microsoft Watch Editor: "Some have suggested Windows XP Service Pack 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Gottesman, PC Magazine Executive Editor: "I think they'll follow Apple's lead and name the OS after an animal. Probably Windows Elephant. Really big. Really powerful. Quite smart, too. But still a big target for bad guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Steinhart, PC Magazine Features Editor: "Windows XQ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John C. Dvorak, PC Magazine columnist: "How about Windows DOA.? Meaning Derivative Operating Application, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Spangler, Baseline Community Editor: "CashCow 2006? Better Late Than Never 5.0? Likeyoureallyhaveachoiceanyway Professional?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laarni Almendrala Ragaza, PC Magazine Online Section Editor: "Windows Finally Except for Few Bugs That We Will Tinker With Until The Next OS Comes Along Professional Edition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Hoffman, PC Magazine Staff Editor: "If they keep pulling interesting features, I might suggest WinDoze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Kaplan, ExtremeTech Editor: "Windoesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Ulanoff, PC Magazine Online Editor: "All Your Apps Are Belong to Us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Fisco, PC Magazine Technical Director: "OS Xl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Murphy, PC Magazine Intern: "Windows 2: Bugs in the Hood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Santo Domingo, PC Magazine Lead Analyst: "Windows CU—Compulsory Upgrade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Pike, PC Magazine Features Editor: "Windows AT—Antitrust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Dluginski, PC Magazine Associate Managing Editor: "Windows Longawaitedhorn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Sullivan, PC Magazine Lead Analyst: "I think they need to have a more humanistic, approachable name with cultural cachet that will remind us of both childhood fantasy and, of course, the crunching heavy metal of Black Sabbath: Windows OZ. Think of the marketing possibilities: You could have an Apple-like commercial where Judy Garland sings 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' and then slowly fades into Ozzy Osbourne singing 'Over the Mountain'—with the tagline: 'Welcome to OZ…Windows OZ.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And some of my ideas, "WindBlows XP2, Another experience of the same ol' same ol.." "We'll try it again, maybe get it right, maybe not. But in any event, your computer's going to crash but you still have to pay for licensing." "Windows X-Pee"  Because you're pissing away hard-earned money.  Could be MUCH cheaper.  Quite frankly, the only thing M$ actually got right was when Windows 95, 98 &amp; 2000 came out. But why abandon a good thing?  Even when they have it, they don't realize it's good.  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