<?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-31611305</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:15:47.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-7350246638547734223</id><published>2010-07-04T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:41:01.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone still blog?</title><content type='html'>So here I am...reset my password after 3 years hiatus.  It was a hoot reading my old stuff about how I will continue to post regularly.  I'm not even sure if anyone still blogs - so if any of my "followers" are out there - let me know.  I'm not up on Twitter, and can barely text on my phone.  Let me know if this thing is still on... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-7350246638547734223?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/7350246638547734223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=7350246638547734223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/7350246638547734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/7350246638547734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2010/07/does-anyone-still-blog.html' title='Does anyone still blog?'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-117556123796296698</id><published>2007-04-02T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:47:17.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The aging process or just a rant?</title><content type='html'>Clearly, since this is my second post of the year, I'm having trouble keeping up with my goals for 2007 and the blogging. I'm still here, but it takes me a while to get riled up enough to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion I am getting older, but I don't have to like it.  These are just a few things I've noticed in myself, but had hoped they weren't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did it become ok for the local "oldies" station to start playing 80's music?!?  I did NOT get a memo about this.  I swear it wasn't THAT long ago when I was hearing music from the 50's, 60's or 70's and I was fine with it.  All of a sudden I've started to hear songs by Duran Duran, Richard Marx, or Elton John (more later about him).  I nearly drove off the first bridge I encountered after this discovery.  This is NOT okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did I start making those groaning noises my parents made when they got out of bed?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did 9pm or 10pm become too late to go out and do anything??  Nowadays, if I'm already out it's fine, but if you want me to go out at 9pm it had better be important and I really have to like you.  Although you can always call until 11pm - just don't make me go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did loud music, or loud cars or both start to bug me??  This may be attributed to the teenagers/kids/punks that live behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did I start calling them teenagers/kids/punks and stop calling them my age group or just a few years younger??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When did I start getting a little giddy about cutting coupons?  They do not have to be grocery coupons, but can also be Bed Bath &amp; Beyond coupons or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When I did start thinking I have to get my domestic duties done before I can go out and play with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh and back to Elton John. The man is an icon and has about a million songs, give or take. Why is it the only songs I hear on the radio from various stations are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny &amp;amp; the Jets, Don't Go Breakin' My Heart, Rocket Man, and last but not least Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Elton John, but it's time to let these four songs rest and some of the others out to play. Another victim of this is Billy Joel - again a million hits, again I'm a fan, but the one hit I hear over and over is Piano Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-117556123796296698?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/117556123796296698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=117556123796296698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/117556123796296698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/117556123796296698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2007/04/aging-process-or-just-rant.html' title='The aging process or just a rant?'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-117073820227587619</id><published>2007-02-05T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:03:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes for 2007</title><content type='html'>So here it is 2007 and my first posting of the year. My, my how time flies. I certainly wasn't jet-setting around the world or anything...it was just a hiatus. Oh and just because I've been on a writing hiatus - does not mean I've been out of touch with your blogs. Congrats to MapleMama and Contessa on their weight losses!!  Kudos Ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of Things to do in 2007. Let me be clear they are not New Year's Resolutions.  They appear that way, but once the word resolution comes out - it's over.  Why?  Because I fall into the majority of people who ditch the resolutions after a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on the list...well here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel obligated to put on the top of my list...be a better blogger.&lt;br /&gt;By that, I mean I will try to post at least once a month (and since this is February, I'll try for twice this month.)  I will learn how to make my blog a user-friendly space with links.  So more bells and whistles as well as links to all the great blogs I like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose weight...really no explanation is needed, but I've set my sights on 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;It's a small amount, but yet if I lose 10 - then I can lose another 10.  I have an asterisk next to this item onmy list, because it will be an ongoing thing.  I've done it in the past and I can do it again.  Recently, I went to the Dr. and was told I was 3 pounds lighter than last year.  This is good.  However, I thought I was 3 pounds heavier - so does this mean I can count it as 6 pounds?!  LOL!!  I have made slight changes in my diet to date and have increased the amount of water intake.  Small steps...and speaking of steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2a. Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;When the temperature hasn't been below zero (with or without wind chill), I try to take a walk during one of my breaks at work.  It's only around the block twice - but it's twice more than I did before.  There have been as many as four of us at one time, and the fresh air is good to clear our heads as we get into the homestretch of the workday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save money.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I've set my sights on a small amount, but with another asterisk.  If I meet my asterisk goal - I can shoot for another.  I haven't started this one yet. The experts always tell you to pay yourself first...not always as easy as it sounds.  Although I do admit to having a recent spurt of retail therapy, but everything was on sale. (yes, really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a. Build my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 pairs of shoes and actually threw away 3 pairs of shoes.  I bought 3 new tops, after I had cleaned out my closet and donated 2 bags of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. De-clutter my abode.&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a bang at the beginning of January and as previously mentioned cleaned out my master closet.  I have plenty of empty hangers and while I don't intend to refill them all, I do intend to use some of them.  However, every room in my home needs some sort of de-cluttering work.  I tend to start on one pile in one room and next thing I know...there are bright shiny objects distracting me and the piles have multiplied.  I have paperwork to sort and, of course, receipts to go thru for tax purposes.  I have various items for a yard sale which I can't do in this climate in February.  I have just regular old stuff to toss - but I have to go thru some of the piles in order to get a toss pile.  Oh and while I only have to support myself, I work a full time job, and 2 part time jobs. This leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy more of life...it's too short not to...&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough to write, but have work to accomplish.  Enjoy friends and time with them.  Take time to read, laugh, have fun and sleep.  I've decided to try one new recipe a month.  It might have only 3 ingredients, but that counts.  I'm not going to be on Iron Chef America anytime soon, so it doesn't have to be fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until the next posting this month - enjoy my Random Thoughts...and feel free to share your own "Things to do in 2007".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-117073820227587619?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/117073820227587619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=117073820227587619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/117073820227587619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/117073820227587619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2007/02/changes-for-2007.html' title='Changes for 2007'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-116329392416965319</id><published>2006-11-11T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:12:04.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I've posted, but sometimes life gets in the way...&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be more consistent - I have a lot of topics to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Veteran's Day - November 11th.  We are thankful to all the Veterans who have protected us in war, to those who have lived and died to save our country.  While I am thankful to all of the Veterans, this is not a memoriam to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 8th anniversary of my Mom's death.  She died at the young age of 60 after suffering a brain aneurysm.  She had hip replacement surgery the week before.  It was her second night home from the hospital.  There are a million conversations we never got to have, funny things I never got to tell her and everything else in between.  But the events of 8 years ago between the 10th and 11th of November I can re-live almost every moment.  It was 10 of the longest hours of my life from the onset of her aneurysm at home to her last breath at the hospital.  While I can re-live those moments, I can't bring myself to type them, this is hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the phone calls made afterwards to friends and family.  I had some friends and family at the hospital, some stayed all night, some stayed a few hours, some called other family.  I had to have my favorite Uncle on my Dad's side tell my best friend, MapleMama, because I couldn't do it.  They work at the same place.  MapleMama had to tell her Mom.  The four of us had become somewhat of a team.  MapleMama and I are only children of divorced parents.  We may as well be sisters.  Our Moms we had nicknamed Betty Crocker (mine) and Martha Stewart (hers...but when Martha was good not evil).  One of my friends lives on the West Coast - I live on the East.  It was about 4a.m. California time when I called her.  I remember the sweater I was wearing.  I remember making the ultimate decision that no child or parent should have to make about keeping their loved ones alive.  She was not a candidate for surgery as she would have had a 20% chance of survival, and of that 20% chance - there was a nearly 100% chance she would have been in a vegatative state for the rest of her "life".  If you knew Mom - you know she was far too much of a live person to have been kept alive like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the experts tell you about the grieving process, you don't get over it.  You get through it as best you can from moment to moment, day to day, year to year.  People have asked me how I survive or tell me how strong I am.  Some days I can't explain either.  I'm not strong or really a survivor, but I don't know any better.  I still have to get up, go to work and pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to move out of my house where Mom and I lived together.  In fact, I still live here.  I was told to get a dog, because that would fill the void??  I know the cat wouldn't have liked that idea too much either.  I'm sure I was told a lot of things (good and bad) and those details have escaped me over the years.  I remember the smell and colors of the flowers, even a couple of neighbors I didn't know well dropping off flowers to express their condolescences.  I remember the cat having the best days with all the flowers in the house.  The spider mums were the cat's favorite as well as the baby's breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the good things she has missed include friends' weddings (MapleMama's was the best), vacations, boyfriends - specifically Brian.  He's a Yankees fan (hey - opposites attract).  He has a good sense of humor, and they would have hit it off, but she still would have been quicker with her wit.  She was the baseball fan who "trained" me and therefore, became the Red Sox fan I am today.  She was more of a fan though, I think.  How I wished she could have lived to see the Red Sox break the curse in 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all peaches and cream.  I'm not trying to re-write history, but the good stuff is better to remember and the bad stuff I try to forget.  Don't get me wrong there were plenty of tumultuous times while I was growing up.  Of course, if I had known at 15 she was going to die before I turned 30 - I might have been a better teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was a great cook, had a quick wit, was a Red Sox fan, enjoyed the daily crossword and doing crossword puzzles.  She had her hair done every week.  Before she met Dad and before I was even a thought in their minds, she was apparently quite the style maven.  She had told me stories about being able to get one of kind dresses from "the" store in town.  The woman had gone to NYC to shows or top notch stores to get them and bring them back.  The owner would call Mom and say - "I found just the dress for your next party".  We played Scrabble or cards, while watching movies on Sunday in our comfy clothes and eating snacks all day.  Holiday meals ended up being whatever we felt like, not what was expected.  We had the occasional Easter or Thanksgiving Chinese takeout.  Christmas Eve we generally had seafood.  Although from reading this you may not get the impression she was full of life, but she was.  I have her hands and see her when I type.  She was a secretary (when they were called secretaries)at a hospital in different departments for 20 years.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I believe in or if I have any faith left...but I can only hope she may be at peace.  I can only hope she tries to point me in the right direction.  If peace isn't possible, then I hope she has a Dewars on the rocks with a twist nearby and some of her friends to party with...I'll have a margarita and silently toast to her honor with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-116329392416965319?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/116329392416965319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=116329392416965319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/116329392416965319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/116329392416965319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-memory.html' title='In Memory...'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115759328173652109</id><published>2006-09-06T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:41:21.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it - and sometimes it really bugs me. Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone please tell me WHY the directional on a vehicle is hardly ever used? It's NOT an OPTIONAL feature of a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying people should use their directional signal if they're the only people on the road for miles, turning into their driveway at 2 a.m. I'm not advocating a "blinker-happy" society.  Perhaps a happy medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does it at one time or another - c'mon, yes you do.  It might be you, the soccer Moms, executives, college students (or teenage drivers) and your neighbors just to name a few. This particular peeve knows no boundaries, race, religion or ethnicity. I admit I don't always use my directional signal - but if there's no one behind me, no one in front of me, or even sideways (highway) to me...it might be okay once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly...is it SO much effort to use the directional signal in 2 lanes of traffic (or more) to let the people behind you know where the hell you're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stalking you - I would just prefer to NOT rear-end you. Now by that statement you might be thinking - well she's following too closely - sometimes I admit that may be the case and my own fault. HOWEVER, in most situations I happen to be behind you at the intersection along with 10 other vehicles who would like to go straight while you are waiting to turn left. But we don't know you are trying to turn left - perhaps the vehicle stalled, you've had a seizure, or you're letting someone cute cross the street.  Whatever the reason may be - if you had your directional signal on - there wouldn't be any question as to why you aren't moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think driving was a privilege, but from what I see on a daily basis, I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please...try to use both hands while driving, remember the rules of the road. Oh yeah and those rules don't include talking on your cell phone with one hand, smoking with the other, and drinking your coffee.  I know and understand the concept of multi-tasking in our modern society, but couldn't you slow down long enough to be slightly courteous to those around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try it for tomorrow, we can take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115759328173652109?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115759328173652109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115759328173652109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115759328173652109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115759328173652109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/09/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115751060488488066</id><published>2006-09-05T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:43:24.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge shall be sweet...</title><content type='html'>Ah, you may be thinking, I am a woman scorned and plotting my revenge against the evil-doer called "man". Well not this time. Read on, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to work about 15 minutes from home. This is a blessing and a curse. It means I sleep 15 minutes later than I should and might be a little tardy to the office. It also means I can never get home in 15 minutes. Except for lunch. Sometimes I come home for lunch, for tasty leftovers, something in the freezer to zap or I may stop and pick up something - but either way I come home. Once in a while - it's a day or two before payday and the occasional extra expense (or gas for the car at these prices) just may send me over the edge. Today, was simply to get away from the office and my co-workers. I had leftover pizza, not exciting by any means, but it takes away the hunger pains...(and alleviates the annoyance that a particular co-worker inflicts simply by speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take the leftover pizza from the fridge and place two pieces on a paper plate and pop them into the microwave. I figure one minute at 80% power won't burn the roof of my mouth if I let it sit for a few seconds. I pour a glass of Diet Coke and flip thru the mail whilst waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Whaddaya mean "POOF"?? The Micro stops in its tracks, no final beeping to signal hot leftover pizza is ready for consumption. First thought - oh great the power went out. Nope, the clock to the left is still on and not blinking. Second thought - blew a fuse. Ok so I trot down the hall (well not really trot, but I have a long hallway) to check the breaker. Nope - nothing wrong with the breaker either. Back down the hall. Hmmm, third thought - maybe it's the outlet itself. So I plug in the toaster and throw a piece of bread in it. Nope - toast comes out like it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it occurs to me - Micro has met with an untimely demise. So young and in its prime - it can't be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat the cold pizza while pondering this dilemma. Perhaps it was tired, or maybe it doesn't like pizza and refuses to have anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of Micro, I keep my mugs. If I store them in the cupboard I'll never use them. This way they are always at the ready for a cup of hot chocolate. I have to move the mugs to further inspect Micro. So I move them to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up and move Micro to the next available outlet - the living room. I plug it in - but alas - nothing, no lights. I have to face reality. I also have to get back to work. So I load Micro into the car for a trip. I face the Micro door towards the back seat. I don't want it to know where I'm going. It's not going to a farm to live out its final days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to Costco, that's where I originally bought Micro. I don't have my receipt as Micro is approximately 4 years old. My previous Micro was about 15 and just got slower, but no POOF. The customer service people at Costco are very helpful and courteous, but cannot find record of ever selling this particular brand of Micro. Uh-oh - now I have to think - where was I working at the time? Am I sure I bought it there? How much had I paid? So I think and think and recount as much of my past as is necessary for this situation. Did you know they can track all of your purchases by your Membership card? I did not know this, but today was happy that service was available. It took some time but Mr. Dan - Costco Customer Service - was able to give me a credit for Micro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and didn't shed a tear. I don't think Micro saw me leave. I went and got a new cart and found New Micros. I only had two choices, but saw one comparable to what I had. I loaded white Micro 2 in the cart and moved on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I titled this blog Revenge... - well my previous one was about my modern tech/appliance neglect. I think all the tech stuff and the appliances have been talking when I'm not around and perhaps Micro decided to take one for the team to teach me a lesson.  If the hairdryer stages a mutiny over the next few days...I may have to call for reinforcements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115751060488488066?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115751060488488066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115751060488488066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115751060488488066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115751060488488066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/09/revenge-shall-be-sweet.html' title='Revenge shall be sweet...'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115673681051748794</id><published>2006-08-27T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:46:50.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Technology/Appliance Neglect</title><content type='html'>If you're waiting for the rest of my 100 things (or the last 40) - keep waiting. This isn't about that. It's about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my blog for a while, my own fault. I haven't had computer problems, and my hands are not broken. I haven't made any scientific breakthroughs on the design of my blog(obviously), although there is still work to be done. It's not my computer's fault at all (but just in case PC is mad, sorry PC - you rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really prefer to blog while I'm at work, since I'm already on the computer. However, my employer frowns upon that and I need the benefits and paycheck for now. So by the time I get home and settled in, I really don't want to turn on the home computer. I think of topics at work (my collection of post-it notes is growing).  Then I sort of format them in my head, but once I get here - poof, a bright shiny object distracts me. (oh yeah, that would be the disco ball, which I still haven't taken down - refer to my very first blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This technological piece of equipment is not the only one suffering in my life. Poor iPod - she's been charging all weekend and I didn't give her any quality time either. There are tunes to dump, new ones to download and some to do over. (ooo - do overs - another future topic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone should be charged, but it's in the car and I didn't leave the house today. I don't get many calls on it, but it's nice for me to have when I want to order take-out and not use my stove or microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three appliances not showing signs of neglect this weekend are my washer, dryer and television. It was time to show them the love. Who am I kidding? My tv gets love all the time. I watch movies on DVD, movies on tv, movies I have on DVD on tv. Sometimes I just have the tv on for background noise. I watch sports...currently the US Open, but usually baseball. I watch hour long dramas and sitcom comedies, even during the summer when I know they are reruns. However, let me be clear, in my downtime I am not always a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my washer and dryer...it seems like I always have some form of laundry to do. Have I mentioned I live alone?! It's not like I'm doing laundry for the neighborhood, I wear the same clothes over and over. I'd like to be a clothes horse, but then I just think about how much more laundry I'd have to do. Today's wash included clothes for work, sheets, pillowcases and blankets. Don't even get me started on the fact that I need a blanket on my bed in August. That just depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be more regular about using all of the modern technology I have available to me, but they are all going to have to wait their turn. I am only one person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shut off the tv now.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115673681051748794?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115673681051748794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115673681051748794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115673681051748794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115673681051748794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/08/modern-technologyappliance-neglect.html' title='Modern Technology/Appliance Neglect'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115586694913465375</id><published>2006-08-17T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:09:09.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things - Part B</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've come up with a few more things to add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I balance my checkbook to the penny, every time.&lt;br /&gt;52. I get road rage.&lt;br /&gt;53. I do not act upon it, as I'm really too chicken...and it will come back to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;54. I am a loyal and good friend.&lt;br /&gt;55. 1 friend 2 years ago stopped speaking to me and to this day, I do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;56. I will not ask.&lt;br /&gt;57. I love to play board games, but it was sometimes difficult as an only child. :)&lt;br /&gt;58. I love to do puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;59. I learned how to knit this year...actually I re-learned this year. Someone taught me 15 years ago but I forgot how.&lt;br /&gt;60. These last 3 items may be contributing factors as to why I'm still single. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115586694913465375?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115586694913465375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115586694913465375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115586694913465375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115586694913465375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-things-part-b.html' title='100 Things - Part B'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115517915865371421</id><published>2006-08-09T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:05:58.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things - Part A</title><content type='html'>I'm fascinated by the 100 Things. Who started it? I'll give it a try. I don't have 100 at this time, so this may turn into a mini-series. If there are any "rules" to the 100 things, please help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I own 2 hats - both baseball type. One is a Boston Red Sox hat, the other is a Moxie hat from whitewater rafting.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had what I believe may have been a near death experience on that whitewater rafting trip.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would go rafting again.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a Dog &amp; Cat person. Most people are either one or the other, but I love both.&lt;br /&gt;5. My cat, Turtle, died on February 29th (leap year)&lt;br /&gt;6. I have not replaced my cat with another animal.&lt;br /&gt;7. My favorite non-alcoholic beverages are (in no special order): Diet Coke (regular or with lime), very cold water, and lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite alcoholic beverages are (and frozen): margaritas (no salt), daiquiris, mudslides&lt;br /&gt;9. Both sides of my family have alcoholism, so I seldom drink.&lt;br /&gt;10. I LOVE to read - mostly fiction, mystery/suspense. My favorite author is Janet Evanovich, she lives in NH.&lt;br /&gt;11. I never have enough time to read (except when JE's newest books come out).&lt;br /&gt;12. I work 3 jobs to fend off bouts of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;13. I choose not to have children.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love my friends and their children.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm a good secret-keeper, but do enjoy gossip that is told to me.&lt;br /&gt;16. Like Minor Revisions, I was a NKOTB fan (on my iPod too) and went to more concerts than I will admit to.&lt;br /&gt;17. Jonathan spoke to me after a concert once. He was my favorite before that moment anyway. Jordan was my second favorite.&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't like most kinds of beans...including jelly.&lt;br /&gt;19. My favorite kind of chocolate is milk or Swiss milk chocolate - very smooth and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;20. I would love to travel more, but I don't like to fly. There's a 50-50 chance I'll get sick.&lt;br /&gt;21. I worry a lot. It could be about specific or general things.&lt;br /&gt;22. My parents divorced when I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;23. My Mom died 6 months before I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;24. My Dad died 1 month before I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;25. My 30th birthday was not enjoyable, but some of my friends threw me a surprise birthday party (I knew about and hated it.)&lt;br /&gt;26. I have never fully recovered from my parents' deaths.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;28. I still see my ex-boyfriend, but I am no longer in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;29. I watch more tv than I should.&lt;br /&gt;30. I love the occasional lazy Sunday, where I get to stay in pj's all day.&lt;br /&gt;31. I wear glasses. I've had them since I was in high school. My first eye dr told me I should have gotten them in 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;32. I can't wear contacts, my eyes start to spasm if I try to put eye drops in.&lt;br /&gt;33. I'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite tv shows have ended...Friends, Will &amp;amp; Grace, Sex and the City, The West Wing.&lt;br /&gt;35. I belong to a Community Choir.&lt;br /&gt;36. I am an Alto and the Treasurer of the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;37. I LOVE to sing.&lt;br /&gt;38. I like to dance.&lt;br /&gt;39. I've never had a lesson in either, although I think I would enjoy both.&lt;br /&gt;40. Music makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;41. When I laugh really hard, I cry and then I have to take my glasses off.&lt;br /&gt;42. I have friends who enjoy watching me laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;43. My Zodiac sign is Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;44. I would like to be married.&lt;br /&gt;45. I thought I would be by now.&lt;br /&gt;46. I don't want to work full time for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;47. I would like to think money could buy me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;48. I don't like cherries or coconut.&lt;br /&gt;49. I have been to Las Vegas twice...and I'm not there to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;50. I saw Celine Dion's show on her 2nd night at Caesar's Palace. It was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it may only turn out to be a 2 part series...I had more than I thought for this round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115517915865371421?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115517915865371421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115517915865371421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115517915865371421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115517915865371421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-things-part.html' title='100 Things - Part A'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115509561413237920</id><published>2006-08-08T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:53:34.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.</title><content type='html'>I have started a running list of topics for future blogs, but this one is just what the title is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my short existence of being a blogger, I have enjoyed reading other people's blogs - it's a nice escape for a few minutes. I haven't done much exploring, as I rely on the ones I am already familiar with to lead me to the others. Maple Mama is the one I read regularly, followed closely by Berniera. However, I do have to say I, like Maple Mama, have become hooked on Minor Revisions (I have yet to post a comment). I have read about 10 of her postings (although will go back for more history), but I thoroughly enjoy them. I swear, some of things I've read have either been right out of my life or in my head at one time. The little things, not the revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A future topic will be my version of 100 things...although I may do 2 installments of 50...or some random number for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner tonight with 2 friends of mine. We try to get together once a month or so - usually works out to every 6 weeks. I used to work with both of them, but I moved on to another job (actually it's 3 jobs later), one is still there (J) and one was able to "retire" (D). D leads a good life and at the age of 55ish, she barely looks 45. J usually dominates our dinner conversation, but not in a tedious way. She just always has a million things going on, currently J and her husband are building an addition. It's going to be great - I think in previous lifetime she must have been a remodeler and D was an interior designer. I'll have to suggest to them they open a business together. They can practice on my place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have dessert at the restaurant, so a while after I got home I had a candy bar...specifically the Reese's PB cups with Caramel...it satisfied my chocolate craving, but did little else for me. Why turn Reese's into all sorts of different varieties? I admit my curiousity gets the best of me, so I've probably tried all of them. I found the only one I like better than the original is the BIG CUP Reese's. I think the original size has changed in taste over the years (of course, it could be my taste buds...nahhhh) and the BIG CUP has captured the original magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic for another day - candy. Until then....sweet dreams. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115509561413237920?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115509561413237920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115509561413237920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115509561413237920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115509561413237920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/08/misc.html' title='Misc.'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115447973512835022</id><published>2006-08-01T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:48:55.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses v. Thorns</title><content type='html'>I am starting to believe people's destiny is planned before you're born. There are people who land in a bed of roses almost every time. And then there are people who get stuck with a thorn most of the time. I tend to fall into the thorn category. This is only a couple of examples of roses v. thorns, but I may come back to this topic in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point today...A friend of mine won an autographed baseball and baseball bat from Jason Varitek. I have been a Red Sox fan my entire life, it was passed down in my family (my Mom's family). Jason Varitek is one of 2 favorites I have on the team. Now, this friend that won the items is also a huge Red Sox fan, but he was slightly disappointed when he didn't win 1st prize - tickets to a game. It was a raffle at work that he participated in and he was slightly disappointed in the 2nd or 3rd place prize. We don't work in the same place, so I couldn't buy tickets to participate in the raffle. He has had more rose piles (in the time I've known him) than thorn piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine (also today) received an autographed picture of Jon Bon Jovi. She was recently at 2 shows in the front row both times - there's another couple of thorns. Basically the woman she was standing next to - is an aquaintance of the band, and hooked her up with the personalized picture. However, in her defense this friend of mine has had MANY thorns in her life. I just find it funny that today proved to be an especially thorny day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't begrudge them the moments in the sun (maybe a little). I do admit I had a "green-eyed monster" moment at the office today upon hearing this news. Of course my office is a thorn for me...another topic for another day. I'm not saying I have always had bad luck, but my good luck is very few and far between.  I don't really know how to change my thorns into roses.  I realize this isn't going to change the world, but if there's plenty of happiness to go around - I'd like my share. I know it sounds selfish or self-indulgent, but if you know me - I'm really not like that. I'm not asking for much, just don't kick me when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading or "listening" to my...Random Thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115447973512835022?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115447973512835022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115447973512835022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115447973512835022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115447973512835022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/08/roses-v-thorns.html' title='Roses v. Thorns'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115427516228839078</id><published>2006-07-30T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:59:22.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>Well as you can see - Random Thoughts has had a makeover.  It's not completely finished, but a work in progress.  THANKS to MapleMama and Mr. Maple for the new look - the most computer savvy people I know and love!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you won't need a hard hat or anything in reflective wear to read this blog during the construction phase.  Oh and there aren't any fines if you're speeding through this particular work zone.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115427516228839078?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115427516228839078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115427516228839078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115427516228839078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115427516228839078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115413652469251832</id><published>2006-07-28T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:28:44.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of Blue (SOB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This blog is purely for entertainment purposes...if you're looking for something serious - you've picked the wrong blog. :)  This entry is literally my take on various Shades of Blue.  I won't cover all of them, but just a few for kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A little background - my favorite colors have always been purple and blue.  When I was a kid, my Mom painted 6 large triangles in my bedroom.  Each was a solid color of either blue or purple (white background).  The 2 triangles at the bottom started in the corners to the middle of the wall pointing towards the ceiling.  The other triangle started in the middle pointing towards the floor.  The "floor" triangles were the same color and the third triangle was the other color.  On the opposite wall these were reversed.  (If you can make sense of this disaster paragraph - keep reading - it will get better.  I apologize to those in the Educational profession who may read this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway - I still have these colors in my life, the bathroom is purple and yellow.  My home office is "The Blue Room" (hereafter TBR) - where I sit and type these "fascinating" Random Thoughts.  I love TBR - the walls are a bluish-gray with a dark blue carpet with light blue flecks.  I would like TBR to be bigger and better organized, but that's not going to happen today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So with that info - I'd like to go over some things about Blue...in no particular order...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:  It's DARK, STRONG, almost FEARLESS.  A military service is named Navy and I know a Navy pilot.  As a color to wear - I find it goes best with gray (or grey), brown or khaki.  I don't really like it with black - it's too dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cornflower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(plus or minus a shade):  Everybody loves it in the Crayola box.  I have a new appreciation for this SOB.  From what I've been told, I seem to wear it well.  It's BOLD, VERSATILE, and &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;CTIONAL too.  I find it makes me feel a little more confident.  It goes with all of the previously mentioned colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Country Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:  Honestly, not a big fan of the CC...I think it might be a little on the wuss side of Blues.  I can't even find a similar shade in my palette for text.  Perhaps it's depressed as a SOB.  You really only see it in kitchens mixed with white, maybe a pattern of geese with bows around their necks (don't even get me started on that), or perhaps some chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Periwinkle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Simply stated...The best of both blue and purple.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/Sky:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The perfect day with the sun and a light breeze.  We don't get nearly enough of those in this area of New England...and we're not right on the ocean.  Weekend getaways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sapphire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well it's a lovely gem and I envy those with a September birthday.  It's one of my favorite jewels, but I'm lacking in true ownership.  Anything I do have in the sapphire family, I'm certain are "lab created" - but it's better than nothing.  :)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't be offended if I didn't list your fave - post a comment with your...Random Thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115413652469251832?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115413652469251832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115413652469251832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115413652469251832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115413652469251832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/07/shades-of-blue-sob.html' title='Shades of Blue (SOB)'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31611305.post-115379919011314632</id><published>2006-07-24T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:46:30.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm new here</title><content type='html'>Hello and Welcome to my Random Thoughts.  I'm brand new to the Blog world so if you have any pointers - by all means, feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend (who is the closest thing to a sister I have) introduced me to her blog, so I thought I'd give it a shot.  Thanks Maple Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular moment I don't have many "random thoughts" to share - other than I really should turn in so I can get up and go to work, but I'll keep typing.  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to an item to ponder.  Does anyone know who created the 5 day work week?  Why 5?  Why not 4 days on and 3 days off?  I'm sure someone has that kind of work schedule.  I wouldn't mind working my full time job in 4 days and having a 3 day weekend.  I might appreciate my full time job more...the key word being might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was leaning back in my chair, staring upwards trying to think of something mildly entertaining to type - and there it was...a miniature disco ball hanging from my ceiling.  Yes really.  It was a gift (oh yes) ...from a past love, and he wasn't the best at giving gifts.  I know, I know "it's the thought that counts"...but we all know, sometimes it's the gift that counts.  In fact - I can't remember what it was for or why I still have it there.  I know we were at a Party Store shopping for a sick friend and I mentioned it in passing as being kinda cool in a funny way.  That apparently meant - "oh please buy it for me, I can't live without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for Random?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31611305-115379919011314632?l=sierrasedan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/feeds/115379919011314632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31611305&amp;postID=115379919011314632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115379919011314632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31611305/posts/default/115379919011314632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sierrasedan.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-new-here.html' title='I&apos;m new here'/><author><name>Sierra Sedan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633593901853001485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
