<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:57:57.257-08:00</updated><category term='Drinking'/><category term='Hy Gynoid'/><category term='Terms'/><category term='hosed'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts or Ravings, which ever the case may be!</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts about Life, Second Life, and it's many lessons</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-3896314953933287202</id><published>2009-06-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:18:03.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect PBJ</title><content type='html'>How to make the perfect PBJ, as dictated by a 3 year old.....&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Wheat Bread(the spongy kind),&lt;br /&gt;Skippy Super Chunk Peanut Butter,&lt;br /&gt;Boysenberry Jam&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplies;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Plate&lt;br /&gt;Knife&lt;br /&gt;Glass&lt;br /&gt;Napkin&lt;br /&gt;Chair&lt;br /&gt;1 Granny&lt;br /&gt;1 Rufus(the dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SjKNP2s9LQI/AAAAAAAAACo/z92SSzZ6NIE/s1600-h/andreaspbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SjKNP2s9LQI/AAAAAAAAACo/z92SSzZ6NIE/s320/andreaspbj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346491011163827458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag the chair over to the island, get the frozen bread out, Take out two pieces, place on plate. Get Jam from Fridge. Get Peanut Butter from pantry.&lt;br /&gt;Climb on chair, direct said Granny to open Peanut butter jar, hold at angle so I can watch, scoop out peanut butter with knife. Then cover every inch of bread, leaving no bread showing.&lt;br /&gt;Open Jam Jar, let me smell, and scoop out a huge lump of jam with spoon, spread on other piece of bread. "Hand 'poon to me for the lickin".&lt;br /&gt;Then kiss both pieces of bread(making the kiss noise) put back on plate, use knife to cut into triangles(see attached photo).&lt;br /&gt;Make the granny carry it upstairs to our office, place on table turn on Sponge Bob... TADA!!! Perfect-- Spank You Granny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-3896314953933287202?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/3896314953933287202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=3896314953933287202' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/3896314953933287202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/3896314953933287202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-pbj.html' title='The perfect PBJ'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SjKNP2s9LQI/AAAAAAAAACo/z92SSzZ6NIE/s72-c/andreaspbj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-522927007065715749</id><published>2009-06-11T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:36:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to mend a broken heart</title><content type='html'>After a year of feeling like shit. I finally got a name put to it. Coronary Heart Disease. Months of fighting, pleading. They finally listened. I saw a Cardio Dr. 3 weeks ago, got the diagnosis, drugs and told to go home and rest. 3 days later.. told surgery is scheduled. Can't take the risk. &lt;div&gt;2 weeks later, splayed out in an operating room,  tube being snaked up and through my body. (yes it hurt like a mofo). I had a chance to experience the fine line between life and death. Every time the ballon expanded, chest pain to kill a cow. Finally after 45 minutes of expand, reset, expand, they seated the stints and fixed the 90% blockage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazed I didn't have a heart attack(ok astounded) they seal me up, put me back together.. Tell me it was close, but my life as I knew it is over.. New diet. Exercise. (like duh..  what did they think kept me alive all this time. *rolls eyes*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically the upshot is, ya can't choose your genes, but you can choose how you live your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to five miles a day... Thank God I can still breath, and I'm not worm food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh and BTW.. red wine can save your life... just sayin  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be good humans, love each other. Make me proud to know you.  I love you all.. -- Huggies   Colette Tuteur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-522927007065715749?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/522927007065715749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=522927007065715749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/522927007065715749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/522927007065715749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-mend-broken-heart.html' title='How to mend a broken heart'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-20405784919525659</id><published>2009-06-07T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:05:38.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to measure your life</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention recently; that a lifes, after all is said and done, is not measured by our deeds or accomplishments, but rather by our dreams, realized &amp;amp; unrealized.&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, goals and aspirations lead the way for future generations to be inspired and lead.&lt;br /&gt;To judge a life buy deeds and or actions places you in the precarious position of Judge &amp;amp; Jury.... &lt;br /&gt;I find my self in the unique position of looking back over my life. I am thankful for my dreams realized and unrealized, the friends and family I have.  I love  you with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all, I am honored to be in your lives...   Isobela Capalini/Colette Tuteur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-20405784919525659?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/20405784919525659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=20405784919525659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/20405784919525659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/20405784919525659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-measure-your-life.html' title='How to measure your life'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-4505511921044497084</id><published>2008-09-22T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:40:27.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizelinor.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-4505511921044497084?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/4505511921044497084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=4505511921044497084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/4505511921044497084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/4505511921044497084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-you.html' title='Who are You?'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-3384569198276656907</id><published>2008-08-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:26:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this survey from Case.. he's brillant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;/strong&gt; not as far as I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you own a gun? &lt;/strong&gt;yes, several 1 hand gun, 6-8 rifles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What flavor do you add to your drink at sonic?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't go to Sonic, Jason is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? &lt;/strong&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? &lt;/strong&gt;Costco one with Mustard and 'Kraut would be killer right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Eh toss up.. Elf, It's a Wonderful Life, and Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;/strong&gt;hot tea but all we have is Coffee, so I drink that until I am able to walk upright and make the stinkin tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Can you do push-ups? &lt;/strong&gt;Hardly.. What would possess anyone to do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Age?&lt;/strong&gt; see #9-- Ditto Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? &lt;/strong&gt;Anniversary Ring, and Antique Amber earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;/strong&gt; Pfft-- SL and Quilting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Favorite Actor?&lt;/strong&gt; Will Smith.. Duh with a body like that? who are ya joking... geez he's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;/strong&gt; Dunno, can't think about it right now, looking at question, 26, email, and Itunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's one trait you hate about yourself? &lt;/strong&gt;procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Middle name? &lt;/strong&gt;Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;/strong&gt; I need more tea, This Joe Bonamassa album is killer, gawd I have to make dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday/today: &lt;/strong&gt;Nothing, other than a business meeting, I didn't venture out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Name three drinks you regularly drink?&lt;/strong&gt; tea, water, Beer/wine/whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Current worries? &lt;/strong&gt;I need to make more money or win the lottery, and figure out how to make the tables work on my web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Current hate right now? &lt;/strong&gt;Really stupid people, that have a good side order of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt; Right now at this moment, would be the beach, Hawaii, body surfing (minus the sharks), nice picnic lunch, maybe a beer or 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? &lt;/strong&gt;I was on SL at a friends gig, they rang in the New Year. I got totally toasted on line with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;/strong&gt; Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this.&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm Maybe Tycho, or Ajay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you own slippers?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes unfortunately in the freakin Desert it gets as cold as the Artic in the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Jammie shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? &lt;/strong&gt;ack no! one wrong move, and ya go flying off the bed, shot gun style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Can you whistle? &lt;/strong&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? &lt;/strong&gt;If I can be Tycho's 1st mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt; what ever is playing on the Itunes list, usually blues, maybe even Angel from Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Favorite girl's name? &lt;/strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Favorite boy's name? &lt;/strong&gt;Nicholas &amp;amp; Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What is in your pocket right now?&lt;/strong&gt; iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? &lt;/strong&gt;Tycho's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; plain ugly white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? &lt;/strong&gt;broke my foot crossing the street with a baby in arms, had the choice to I crush him or let the leg go... Leg went, foot broken in 3 spots... ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you love where you live?&lt;/strong&gt; It's a roof, and a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/strong&gt; 4, but only watch one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? &lt;/strong&gt;accck  hmmmm RL, Cindy and Joce, SL all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. How many dogs do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; 2 dogs, 2 cats, 3 turtles, 1 snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt; who would have a crush on me, good God, no one I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. What is your favorite book(s)? &lt;/strong&gt; Shakespeare's Sonnets, Tolkien (all of them), Dr Suess (all of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt; Glendale CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Favorite Sports Team?&lt;/strong&gt; Packers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. What song(s) do you want played at your funeral? &lt;/strong&gt;Funeral for a Friend (Elton John)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What were you doing at 12AM?&lt;/strong&gt; Working.. finishing up some artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? &lt;/strong&gt;oh crap, already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-3384569198276656907?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/3384569198276656907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=3384569198276656907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/3384569198276656907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/3384569198276656907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title='Stole this survey from Case.. he&apos;s brillant!'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-7833506802522085521</id><published>2008-06-16T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:56:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Donut Debacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFcLWjEoH9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YUTnzpq5MX8/s1600-h/donut2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFcLWjEoH9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YUTnzpq5MX8/s320/donut2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212647575704313810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned before everyone in my family thinks they are funny.&lt;br /&gt;Not just a little funny. But, the kind of fall on the ground gut laugh funny. (and face it sometimes they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have boys, they eat everything in site. No food substance is safe. All food products are at risk and  subject to ingestion, unless properly marked NOT FOR YOU, with appropriate name. (aka belongs to MOM don't eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind.....&lt;br /&gt;Donuts are a rare commodity in my house. I never buy them. If they want them then it's up to them to go and purchase them.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, (the kind of person that can eat ANYTHING and still weigh 103) bought 2 cream filled donuts, ate one, put the other in a bag with name etc. --"DON'T EAT MINE-" Figuring that it would be plain enough .&lt;br /&gt;Oldest son came home, and like a bullet he was face to face with that donut. Warnings were issued. But as we all know children never listen.&lt;br /&gt;This child's mind works differently. The torture of his sister is and always has been foremost in his mind, anyway he can, he will.&lt;br /&gt;With camera in hand,  glass of milk, he proceeded to document the ingestion of that cream filled donut. WITH play by play cards. Each one written out, placed in front of the donut, giving the full play by play on bite number and taste description. (ummmmmyummmmmmyyyyy) (Creammy) etc..  8 pictures in all. Showing the demise of that poor donut.&lt;br /&gt;Now most would of finished the donut. Not him. Leaves a small last bite. Prints out the images, attaches them to the bag. Puts the bag back into the fridge. Leaves it for her to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll forward to 1am, discovery of said donut. (or rather remains of said donut).&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 104 lbs of fury, unleashed on 6' 180 lb drunk guy. Ice cubes, water, pitcher, nail polish, blush, lipstick. And yes some place there are pictures.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-7833506802522085521?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/7833506802522085521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=7833506802522085521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/7833506802522085521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/7833506802522085521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-donut-debacle.html' title='The Great Donut Debacle'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFcLWjEoH9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YUTnzpq5MX8/s72-c/donut2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-6994230816954567894</id><published>2008-06-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:29:57.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year can do with your life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFba4qFriDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CslZcOChPu8/s1600-h/Glamnationposter_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFba4qFriDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CslZcOChPu8/s320/Glamnationposter_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212594285633570866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we roll through life, and cross paths with people we don't  always realize the full impact that they will have on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have goals and aspirations that go unstated in the backs of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once in a while we get dropped in a position to realize those aspirations and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is my life as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of friends that are amazing. They have changed my life. Where else can you find people that are as nuts as you are, and let you have your way with their club.&lt;br /&gt;I started here in SL a year ago. Wanting nothing more then to have 1-2 friends, a small piece of land, job and be semi able to build.&lt;br /&gt;WOW boy did I over acheive. I have more then 3 friends, a kick ass job as an Officer for Friendly Fire. DJ job. To top it off, I own half a sim with my partner/husband!! AND YES I CAN BUILD!&lt;br /&gt;My friends~ I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-6994230816954567894?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/6994230816954567894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=6994230816954567894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/6994230816954567894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/6994230816954567894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-year-can-do-with-your-life.html' title='What a year can do with your life!'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SFba4qFriDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CslZcOChPu8/s72-c/Glamnationposter_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-2569356550751672731</id><published>2008-01-24T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:47:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Ball Disaster of 2008</title><content type='html'>I am always game to try something at least once, sometimes even more then that.   Scripting seems to be one of the things that I continue to go back and attempt at least once every two weeks, with wild and varied results. I have learned to make pose balls and prim skirts,  (from the wonderful directions given on &lt;a href="http://www.mermaiddiaries.com/"&gt;Natalia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zelmanov's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wonderful blog. ) these are simple and not very complex for most people (well except for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I like scripting (what I can do of it), but we just don't get along.&lt;br /&gt;   So this brings me to today's blog----&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Great Ball Incident of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been on a chair building kick. It started with the fact that I was trying to fix a chair, and then hosed said chair. (don't ask, refer to above paragraph). So in an effort to replace/repair said chair I went on a 6 hour quest to find the awesome sitting script contained in said chair. With script obtained I got down to repairing the old chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I am rambling, but just keep reading!--&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/R55Zm-Ehf7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZMCAWOQYayY/s1600-h/chair_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/R55Zm-Ehf7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZMCAWOQYayY/s320/chair_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160660749045039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the on going chair building process (and trying to use the least amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prims&lt;/span&gt;), I decided that a chair built for two was right up our alley!  Back to Bits and Bobs to acquire just the right pose ball combo. (I had seen one a while back while we were on a testing binge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pose balls in hand, ran home, whipped up the new chair, played with the pieces to get it just right and then installed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poseballs&lt;/span&gt;. Now at this point most of the time you're finished as in - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beendet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rifinito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;terminado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;acabado&lt;/span&gt;! But not me--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon standing back and surveying the finished product I noticed that the balls hung just a little to high over the chair.. NO PROBLEM!! I just need to adjust the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt;' vectors in the script...&lt;br /&gt;I spend the next hour or so attempting to adjust the sitting height. which is comprised of sit, check, adjust, resit, check etc..... Now mind you that this is now 2am Pacific time, I'm a little tired and cranky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a fit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pissieness&lt;/span&gt; I slam the "blue" pose ball with the vector adjustments of 12, 8, 5, I hop on, nothing is different! DANG IT-- time to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted I toss aside the hammer, shower and crawl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day I show off my new chair to Tycho, and talk him into testing it with me! I jump on the chair and wait patiently for him... he disappears, now at this point, my mind is working, questioning the wisdom of those vectors (12, 8 5),  I simply ask--  "Where did you go?"...  his response was, well something along the lines of "Dunno" "Think I'm over the grotto" "Let me camera out and see where I am....."   Just where did the vector point put him? Floating out over the garden area, suspended in midair.  At this point I am in hysterical laughter, I can hardly stand up much less talk and forget walking or typing! After several minutes, Tycho was kind enough to fix my pose balls and put them in their proper spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man deserves a medal, not only does he put up with me on a regular basis, but he finds humor in some of the really dumb things I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have now promised to never do any more adjusting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So building is what I will be sticking with.. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;metaverse&lt;/span&gt; is safe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-2569356550751672731?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/2569356550751672731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=2569356550751672731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/2569356550751672731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/2569356550751672731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-ball-disaster-of-2008.html' title='The Great Ball Disaster of 2008'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/R55Zm-Ehf7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZMCAWOQYayY/s72-c/chair_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-5231159903719094645</id><published>2008-01-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:02:10.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hy Gynoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosed'/><title type='text'>Word of the day--Hosed!</title><content type='html'>Today's word of the day kids is "Hosed*"...  as in "SL is hosed", "the kid hosed his engine" and the all important reference, "my job is hosed this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK with this said, I waited for over a week to see one of my favorite DJ's, Hy Gynoid, at Club Echo Echo, this week. His theme for Monday was a tribute to the "Blues Brothers".  Now I love a good costume party, and I was well prepared with my sexy ass tux.  Of course, there was one person who felt my tux was a little overboard, I think he just didn't like the fact that I looked better than he did in his tux....&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, I waited over a week to hear DJ Hy spin his music and I was set to go with --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tux,&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark glasses, &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great gestures, &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER--- SL had other plans. Shortly after popping into Echo Echo, I crashed! Yes, SL is hosed. Relog, crash again, and again.... Thinking swiftly, I decide to reboot the modem and thus ensued the great search for where son and hubby have placed said modem.... mad dash, searching to find said modem, reboot, wait for computer to come back up, waiting, waiting. Log back on, get back to the show, and no sound... Yes, SL is hosed. RELOG AGAIN, and still no sound. Yes, SL is Hosed. I finish out the entire set that Hy had carefully planned in total silence.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Virginia, SL is Hosed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-5231159903719094645?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/5231159903719094645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=5231159903719094645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/5231159903719094645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/5231159903719094645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/01/word-of-day-hosed.html' title='Word of the day--Hosed!'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458327326683627402.post-7706902558822703147</id><published>2008-01-14T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:49:00.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terms'/><title type='text'>Terms Of Intoxication-- Or The Value Of A College Education</title><content type='html'>An observation/comment made by the college age son, on various terms for intoxication.... &lt;br /&gt;He has realized, (yes, it took 2 years of college to determine this... and this is why I pay for college) that if you add "ed" to any word it will give you a state or level of intoxication. ie Cronk(ed), Hammer(ed), Table(d) etc....&lt;br /&gt;Why does this surprise me, hmm well it really doesn't considering that A. he is my son, B. he is in college, C. I know that there is a C., but do to brain fade I can't remember what it is...  or maybe I was cronked last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458327326683627402-7706902558822703147?l=isobelacapalini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/feeds/7706902558822703147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458327326683627402&amp;postID=7706902558822703147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/7706902558822703147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458327326683627402/posts/default/7706902558822703147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isobelacapalini.blogspot.com/2008/01/terms-of-intoxication-or-value-of.html' title='Terms Of Intoxication-- Or The Value Of A College Education'/><author><name>The Fantablous Colette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18028445642079816041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LVdk4mFCxis/SfYLAg2CJwI/AAAAAAAAACA/cdrFXkqxG5U/S220/c_laughing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
