<?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-8075220232810587255</id><updated>2011-09-19T17:51:21.854-04:00</updated><category term='Random Ramblings'/><category term='Bad Service'/><category term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Lisa Goes Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-2518698979992618624</id><published>2011-08-07T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:20:42.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I think of sleeping, I think of a bed.&amp;nbsp; Comfort and safety also come to mind.&amp;nbsp; And while I know not everyone gets to sleep on a bed, there are some places that just never occured to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But as with such things in life, I learn something new everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently while out for a stroll along the beach, I noticed a tree with items of clothing hung from its branches, shoes scattered about and towels spread on the ground.&amp;nbsp; At first, I thought perhaps someone placed them out to dry and simply forgot them.&amp;nbsp; However, as I got closer to the tree, it became apparent it was inhabited by someone sound asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even worse was the approaching lighting storm that was on it's way. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't this person know the danger of being under a tree in these conditions much less UP in the tree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look carefully at this picture you will see a person wrapped in a white sheet sleeping up in the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SZyyMbwKIk/Tj9cTzsCM1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1yZz076etgU/s1600/sleeping+in+a+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SZyyMbwKIk/Tj9cTzsCM1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1yZz076etgU/s320/sleeping+in+a+tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright c2010-2011 Lisa's Random Photos. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wild as it may seems, I believe someone found a way to stay out of site while catching some z's! &amp;nbsp;I can't help but wonder if the storm ever shoke them from their slumbered sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-2518698979992618624?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2518698979992618624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=2518698979992618624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2518698979992618624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2518698979992618624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleeping-crazy.html' title='Sleeping Crazy...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SZyyMbwKIk/Tj9cTzsCM1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/1yZz076etgU/s72-c/sleeping+in+a+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-2475171920576066782</id><published>2011-03-06T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:20:46.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy nasty rest rooms...</title><content type='html'>Nothing drives me crazier than a dirty restaurant restroom!&amp;nbsp; Slowly but surely over the years it has become a pet peeve.&amp;nbsp; A nasty restroom is sure to make me turn and run right out the door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if a restaurant's restroom is filthy than surely the kitchen follows and chances are employees do not wash their hands.&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously, if they haven't had the time or initiative to clean up this very public and much used room what can I expect behind the scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I realize there are times when restaurants become overwhelmed by a sudden surge of customers, unexpected large parties or a shortage of employees it is never acceptable to ignore restroom cleanliness.&amp;nbsp; Yet many do.&amp;nbsp; This always boggles my mind.&amp;nbsp; With so many communicable diseases why would any place of business risk spreading this to it's customers?&amp;nbsp; Not to mention grossing some out to the point of killing an appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take last night for instance, friends, hubby and I decided on dinner at a much frequented and very busy Miami Beach hot spot on Lincoln Road .&amp;nbsp; A place where hundreds eat daily and one visited by us a couple of times before.&amp;nbsp; This time however, would be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; last.&amp;nbsp; Not that I hadn't noticed their lack of hygiene on previous visits.&amp;nbsp; I was just hoping it was a cause and effect thing.&amp;nbsp; However, it turns out getting though my meal without vomiting would be part of&amp;nbsp; this evening.&amp;nbsp; Especially since, getting up and leaving was not an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first clue came in the form of the over all smell of the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; It smelled like a giant garbage can!&amp;nbsp; Another came as I passed the kitchen tucked away next to the restroom.&amp;nbsp; The mess from the door seemed a sure sign that attention to proper food preparation was not happening.&amp;nbsp; For my sake, I tried really hard not to look but it was impossible not to wonder what it must be like in there. It almost made me afraid to go to the restroom.&amp;nbsp; And sure enough....as to almost confirm my worst fear...and my theory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restroom did NOT help.&amp;nbsp; It was the most disgusting, foul smelling, nasty pee pee room ever. And I do mean &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pee pee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; It and the smell of it everywhere but mixed in with the smell of trash.&amp;nbsp; Used toilet paper all over the floor, no soap in the dispenser.&amp;nbsp; It looked like a war zone.&amp;nbsp; Truly a big nasty mess and definitely a topic of conversation at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say?&amp;nbsp; You've seen that before.&amp;nbsp; So have I.&amp;nbsp; Only when it's the standard, I refuse to be fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this instance, the more I looked around, the more uneasy I became about eating here.&amp;nbsp; The odor of garbage crawling up and staying in my nose did nothing to help.&amp;nbsp; Then there were the counters that looked liked they haven't been properly wiped down in weeks.&amp;nbsp; And things that were being wiped down were being done so with the same rag over and over again.&amp;nbsp; Floors so greasy, women in heels had to hang on to make it across the room.&amp;nbsp; The floors were unswepted, napkins, straws, crumbs and much more scattered around.&amp;nbsp; It really made me wonder if anyone ever inspects this place. How was I suppose to eat my food? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you say?&amp;nbsp; Big deal.&amp;nbsp; Look, call me nuts if you like or maybe I'm just germ-a-phobic, but I'm willing to bet bugs are regulars after dark in places like this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And while it is true that many restaurants might be just as dirty and bug ridden, they don't flaunt it.&amp;nbsp; Imagine is everything when I go out to dine!&amp;nbsp; Restaurants should keep in mind there are many of my kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer a restaurant with clean bathrooms, the aroma of food in the air and a kitchen I can see.&amp;nbsp; How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-2475171920576066782?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475171920576066782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=2475171920576066782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2475171920576066782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2475171920576066782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-nasty-rest-rooms.html' title='Crazy nasty rest rooms...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-1832591722012322072</id><published>2010-12-21T14:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:12:16.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Security Camera Madness!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ladies...Here is a MUST KNOW about dressing rooms and store security cameras!  Ever visit a "Dots" Clothing Store or Kohl's.  And before you ask which location?  Let me answer...ANY!  If you have and if you have ever used their dressing rooms then you unwittingly have been filmed and/or have been watched through their security system!  And half naked at that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT????  Yes! Yes! Yes!  LOOK UP the next time you decide to use their dressing room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the camera??  Yup...if you can see it....then surely they can see you.  FOOD for THOUGHT eh?  From just about any (if not all) of their dressing rooms the security cameras are placed in areas where the dressing room is visible to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent visit to them not only quickly reminded me about how unacceptable that is but also about how many women have probably never noticed.  And most importantly, it made me wonder HOW can this MADNESS be??????  How can they get away with this?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait it gets better!! Seems either they can get away with it or no one is complaining. Otherwise why would this continue so blatantly??  Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what goes on at those security meetings I am sure they must be having.  Is the joke on us??  So please, please be advised Ladies...someone may be watching you as you innocently try on your purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've ranted and raged, all I have to say is SHAME on DOTS!  Shame on KOHL'S!!!  My next move??? Calling Corporate...cause this isn't your average security system! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for an update on an issue that is making absolutely cookoo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way....isn't this illegal???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-1832591722012322072?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1832591722012322072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=1832591722012322072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1832591722012322072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1832591722012322072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/security-camera-madness.html' title='Security Camera Madness!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-4082208433982414887</id><published>2010-12-20T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:36:13.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Tis the season...to go mad....</title><content type='html'>Ok...so it's not crazy enough that we start Christmas in July!!!  Incredibly retail  has already begun displaying their Valentine's Day merchandise!  REALLY??  OMG! Am I the only one who thinks this is insane??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's only December 20th and that not only has Christmas NOT ARRIVED, but people are stressed to the max, tapped out to infinity and beyond a budget to remind us there will soon be more money to spend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes....HO! HO! HO! Tis the season to go mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-4082208433982414887?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4082208433982414887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=4082208433982414887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/4082208433982414887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/4082208433982414887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-seasonto-go-mad.html' title='Tis the season...to go mad....'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-6660824456129748164</id><published>2010-12-20T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:26:14.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Mega Crazzzzzzzzzyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Huh? Mega store but no Mega shopping cart supply? A-yup. Marshall's. Mega store, NO MEGA shopping cart supply. Ahhhh, lets see, huge store? CHECK! good prices? CHECK!, great variety? CHECK!! Shopping carts?? Whoops..seems they MEGA forgot to provide enough per store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because no matter which Marshall's I visit, no matter the location, there always seems to be a shortage of the very essential and NECESSARY shopping cart. However and amazingly enough lots of the carts are usually taken by the store employees for stocking or restocking merchandise and they aren't always willing to put the customer first and hand them over as my tale will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrive at Marshall's and of course, find no carts anywhere in sight. "Ok." I tell myself. "Deal with it" and hold things as best as you can." But as I make my way towards the rear of the store...low and behold a cart! And while it has some items in it, it seems abandoned. I know...I'll check out the surrounding aisle and ask anyone I see if it belongs to them. No one in any aisle, no one claiming the cart and finally after about 5 minutes or more, I gingerly claim the cart...BINGO! and proceed to empty out the items placing them neatly side by side and I stroll off with my cart. Yeeepeee! 10 minutes or so pass. I am a happy camper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, directly behind me, I hear a female employee yell out very loudly "Hey! you! You with the cart!!" I look and much to my astonishment respond. "Me?", while thinking to myself, surely, it must be a mistake. But apparently..it wasn't. She was now in my face and yelling... "Yes, you! You took my cart!". "What? I did no such thing, this cart was abandoned for over 5 minutes! I made sure!" Her response????? "Well, that is not my problem, I was up at the front desk busy, that is MY cart and you are going to return it to me now!!? "What? You're kidding right? I'm the customer, the reason you have a job. How am I suppose to carry my purchases around? There are no other carts anywhere." To which she replied "Well then, I guess you are going to have to do what I would have to do. GO OUT to the parking lot and retrieve one yourself!" And with that she snatched the cart from me and walked away cussing me out loudly in front of the other customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could on and continue my tale of craziness and bore you with more details or I can just end it here by simply adding that yes, I did complain and yes, she was reprimanded..but it really doesn't matter because if you shop Marshall's like I do then you already know that the madness continues as they still have a MEGA problem with shopping carts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-6660824456129748164?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6660824456129748164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=6660824456129748164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6660824456129748164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6660824456129748164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/mega-crazzzzzzzzzyyyyy.html' title='Mega Crazzzzzzzzzyyyyy'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-7748774131963872653</id><published>2010-12-13T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:01:50.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided to share my madness...</title><content type='html'>Hello family and friends!  Welcome! Welcome to my crazy ranting!  Some of you may not know this about me, but writing has been a lifelong passion.  And while it has been a bit since I have taken the time to rage...I still hope you enjoy the caverns of my mind...and please feel free to leave your comments...I do so love those...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-7748774131963872653?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7748774131963872653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=7748774131963872653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7748774131963872653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7748774131963872653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-decided-to-share-my-madness.html' title='I&apos;ve decided to share my madness...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-3915308026371847445</id><published>2009-06-24T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:53:39.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bizzare Tale of the Crushed Dog...</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009....as told and seen by one my son's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bizzare Tale of the Crushed Dog..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaking to ugly and ominous skies this morning one could see the day was not exactly going to bring about sunshine any time soon...but the tales it spun were also unreal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports from all around town and the effects of the storm were almost hurricane like!  The damage to trees and property were pretty surprising...but none as bizzare as what I am about to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High above the ground on the balconcies of one of Miami's many spectacular high rise condominuims, the wind was causing all kinds of havoc.  Plants and furniture were being tossed around like paper.  Way down below on the surface of the earth was a man walking his dog.  Out for what one must imagine was their everyday routine only this day it would be anything but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly and with no warning...my son sees a patio table being lifted up by the wind from one of the balconies way up top and ejected over the balcony...he watched as it swiftly fell to the earth...he watched as it landed...RIGHT ON TOP OF THE DOG! Splat...blood everywhere...it's owner devastated....poor dog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizzare, very bizzare if you ask me....but also very, very lucky for the dog's owner!  It could have just as easily been him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-3915308026371847445?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3915308026371847445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=3915308026371847445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3915308026371847445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3915308026371847445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bizzare-tale-of-crushed-dog.html' title='Bizzare Tale of the Crushed Dog...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-5390356971847506507</id><published>2008-10-28T20:31:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:35:40.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween foods that are as much treat as they are trick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's over! My annual Monster Bash has concluded...and as promised, here are pictures of just some of the tasty tricks my guests were treated too! Please know that I did not create these recipes, I just simply thought up new ways to serve them up for this holiday. Most of the serving ideas are mine with the exception of one or two, like the skelton filled with "intestines". I wish I had thought of that one but I didn't and I would love to give props to whoever did! However, I did elaborate on this idea by serving it up in a coffin, adding the snake and the sign!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope my love of Halloween and these pictures inspire you as I have been inspired by others to try something new for your Halloween party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appetizers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQew7DiipLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4P8U2lT1Gco/s1600-h/P1020290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369218214667442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQew7DiipLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4P8U2lT1Gco/s400/P1020290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is nothing more than spinich dip served up in a hand mold and garnished with a gummy bat. Everything but the plate and spreaders are edible!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262368115207212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQev62hEjlI/AAAAAAAAASA/97OufJ6YgN4/s400/P1020260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a very tasty and quickly snapped up, shrimp mold recipe garnished with a gummy snake. It was gone before it hit the table! If you are short for time, you can do like I did by making this 2 days ahead, tightly wrapping and freezing. Thawing out will take a good couple of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQew03SVcpI/AAAAAAAAASw/sMYfpNlG4zo/s1600-h/P1020299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369111846253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQew03SVcpI/AAAAAAAAASw/sMYfpNlG4zo/s400/P1020299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Pumpkin spice" and "Dates" Quick bread mixes baked in mini pumpkin molds make for a nice alternative to the dinner bun and a boo-licious treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262378622615607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQe5edqc2WI/AAAAAAAAATg/yagfUMH1-oU/s400/P1020297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Sewer Rat Delight"  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this recipe and idea are all mine!!)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These bone shaped, bite size treat were made with my usual meatloaf recipe and cut out with a cookie cutter, served up on a this cute platter and garnished with a gummy rat.  These can be made a day ahead and reheated the day of your party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262377944978819490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQe43BRQCaI/AAAAAAAAATY/t6HOZ8ibang/s400/P1020296.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Aged Intestines" served up in this rubber corpse along with a gummy snake was the hit of the party!  The sausages looked gory enough but were fantastic to eat if you dared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desserts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262374414287098562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQe1pgav0sI/AAAAAAAAATI/0doDN0HfceM/s400/P1020266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262374266265947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQe1g4_wTgI/AAAAAAAAATA/WEKSCOB1blY/s400/P1020262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My twist on cheesecake!!  Goblin Hearts and Yummy Mummy Brains are easy to make and great to taste.  The cheesecakes have been garnished with frozen cherries, strawberries, strawberry jam and gummy spiders.  These can also be made and frozen up to 5 days ahead!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQevbq60eXI/AAAAAAAAARw/blFPlQcskQk/s1600-h/P1020244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262367579518040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQevbq60eXI/AAAAAAAAARw/blFPlQcskQk/s400/P1020244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, while I served up a lot of other creepy, gross foods at my bash, these witches fingers are always the talk of the party and have come to be one of the foods my guests always ask about.  My recipe is just one of a million out there for this treat but over time I have learned to tweak the cookie enough to make it my own!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-5390356971847506507?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5390356971847506507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=5390356971847506507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5390356971847506507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5390356971847506507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-foods-that-are-as-much-treat.html' title='Halloween foods that are as much treat as they are trick...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQew7DiipLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4P8U2lT1Gco/s72-c/P1020290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-9060779401765401221</id><published>2008-10-23T23:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:19:19.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth be told...</title><content type='html'>I've been cooking and baking and baking and cooking now for a week! And while it's been crazy tiring by day's end, it's also been tons of fun. It's taken some experimenting, brave tasters and tossing of some bad batches but overall I have been able to adapt some of these recipes to get the results I wanted.  Gross but yummy foods!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so....I've got cheesecake brains and hearts. I've got cookies that look like bloody witches fingers, decadent chocolate coffins and a kitty litter cake served up with a scoop if you've got the stomach to try this tasty treat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a shrimp mold, a spinich dip monster hand and a cheese dip made into eyeballs that will have my guests staring them down and then some!! You'd think I was done by now but nope, there's more to cook up!   I love to shock and thrill my family and friends while treating them all to deviliciously fun foods.  So I'll cook and bake some more all in the name of a delightful and memorable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with my bash near and almost out of time even though my mind is racing with more ideas than I can execute, its time to get some rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'll be taking pictures of all these goodies as soon as they have been proped and served up!  In the meantime, here is a picture of my "Pumpkin gone Ugly" .... apparently decorating cakes is not my thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQFKVZ-cYZI/AAAAAAAAARY/aOdKj-2qAek/s1600-h/P1020238.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568010208261282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQFKu80_NKI/AAAAAAAAARg/r1JxayPM8QM/s320/P1020238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-9060779401765401221?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9060779401765401221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=9060779401765401221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/9060779401765401221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/9060779401765401221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth-be-told.html' title='Truth be told...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SQFKu80_NKI/AAAAAAAAARg/r1JxayPM8QM/s72-c/P1020238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-7366802616237702991</id><published>2008-10-16T13:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:38:07.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner is served.  Please be seated....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let the Monster Bash begin!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the party approaches and I have begun to prepare. I am decorating day and night, inside and out. Every spare moment in the day spent transforming my house away.  I've posted pictures of what it's starting to look like around here!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's taken me years of collecting props and experimenting with many ideas to achieve this Monster Bash.  Each new Halloween brings the excitement of making it all look different and new.  Executing the entire event takes some planning and lots of energy but it always turns out to be a blast for my family and myself!  I hope you enjoy my ideas.  Please feel free to use some of these ideas at your own Halloween Spook-ta-cular!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257798425640288530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SPdzz6TlwRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sE7sL2XL4Lw/s400/P1020222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinner for 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Begin my placing blood stained burlap fabric on table.  Set table as creepy as you like for your headless dinner guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800956636087538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SPd2HPAAxPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lsfpwqfAbEk/s400/P1020229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spiders Alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weave a web and add an oversized spider to any area in your home.  Embellished with bats, lights and creepy music for hairy surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801612920621042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SPd2tb2cB_I/AAAAAAAAARA/qiExTBGZgTw/s400/P1020230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These eyes light up and have a mind of their own as they tell it as they see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801858541005218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SPd27u25qaI/AAAAAAAAARI/1W3-2sYpsg4/s400/P1020232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Halloween Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Greet your guests with this very simple set up at any front door or place in any other appropriate area.  The scary face in the mirror asks people to come in closer for a better look at them...until he nearly SCREAMS them to death!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coming up next.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures of some realllllllll nasty looking but veryyyyy yummy tasting foods for the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-7366802616237702991?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7366802616237702991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=7366802616237702991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7366802616237702991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7366802616237702991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-is-served-please-be-seated.html' title='Dinner is served.  Please be seated....'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SPdzz6TlwRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sE7sL2XL4Lw/s72-c/P1020222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-5356000467229134128</id><published>2008-09-30T16:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:57:25.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Halloween...can't you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SOKSHw9AJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rZxOdan48g4/s1600-h/witches+brew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251920777564923858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SOKSHw9AJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rZxOdan48g4/s320/witches+brew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble (or something like that!)... All I know is I've been plotting and planning my Halloween menu for my annual and most likely last monster bash. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here to share my goody list with you all!!!! Some of the recipes you may already be familiar with but rest assured I've given them some twists of my own. All of the items I serve are named and displayed using a variety of vessels in very creative ways. NOTHING says creepy food like the right presentation! So without further ado...here is my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008 Monster Bash Menu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appetizers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eerie Eyeball (cheese) Dip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smashed Zombie Dip served with Spooktacular Crackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vampire Splatter Dip served with Skin Flakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaded Vomit Bites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guts in Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bizarre Brain Pate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boo-licious Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bone Crunching Bites served with Red Slimy Goop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aged Gut Intestines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dirty Bat Wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rat Sewer Delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Ants &amp;amp; Beetles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desserts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinister Eyeball and Ghost Trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitty Litter Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Witches Fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death by Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toxic Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Draculas Daily Special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madman's Pumpkin Treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Killer Candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TADA!  Lots of food...lots of work...but I love it!  I'm still working on my liquor list but one thing that is always present at my bash is my "Cursed Margarita". Served straight out of a bleeding zombie head!! Your guests won't know what to think except that they want one!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..that's all I have time for. If any of you want to know more about how to present, prepare or get recipes for anything on this menu and can't wait for the party pics, (I promise to post them BEFORE Halloween since my party would have happened by then) please drop me a note or comment and I will be glad to elaborate on ways to creatively serve up a super spooky and gruesome table of gross but delicious food for your guests to ooohhh and ahhhhh over! Making you the king or queen of your party for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-5356000467229134128?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356000467229134128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=5356000467229134128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5356000467229134128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5356000467229134128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-halloweencant-you-tell.html' title='I love Halloween...can&apos;t you tell?'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SOKSHw9AJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rZxOdan48g4/s72-c/witches+brew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-3343089602291398531</id><published>2008-09-13T06:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:36:16.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CraZy is as CraZy does...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SMwHEMUpwdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-VaMEutRgco/s1600-h/1815375809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575434588504530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SMwHEMUpwdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-VaMEutRgco/s320/1815375809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so it goes.... I have begun my pre-pre-pre preparations for Halloween and I'm still looking for some tips and suggestions...but in the meantime...I've been coming up with some of my very own clever ideas and thought I'd share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I made rats out of meatloaf. They looked spook-ta-cular and everyone cringed at the treat only to find it extra tasty. They are easy to make. If you want to know how to make this or anything else I talk about, drop me a note, I'll tell ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year however, I am going to give my meatloaf a twist! I am going to cut bone and cat shaped pieces out of the meatloaf and serve on a platter around a big ole'talking rat. It's a sneaky surprise as this rat scolds my guests when they reach for a bite of this delight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another clever idea I've used over the years and will expand on this year is my "Crying Margarita Head" Long ago, I purchased a zoombie head with neck that sits in it's own bowl and was meant to pour out fake blood from it's eye's, ears and nose. Instead, I make my favorite margarita mix and it cry's drinks for all my guests to indulge in! A scary but tempting surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, in addition to this favorite, I will be serving "intestines" out of a plastic skeleton. A conversation piece for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...back to scheming and planning I go. If you're interested, I will be posting up pictures as I go along. Two weeks or so from today, we begin to build...muahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-3343089602291398531?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3343089602291398531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=3343089602291398531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3343089602291398531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3343089602291398531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html' title='CraZy is as CraZy does...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SMwHEMUpwdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-VaMEutRgco/s72-c/1815375809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-9054495234217142558</id><published>2008-08-28T15:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:14:31.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I know it's nuts...it's only August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SLcBRMa8KYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TOmwHeIfHHM/s1600-h/683352686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658086372485506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SLcBRMa8KYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TOmwHeIfHHM/s320/683352686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But hey....gotta get going if the party is gonna happen. What party you ask? Why Halloween of course!! Love it. I've been doing this holiday my way for years. It all started out so innocently. A few kids, a few treats, some games. Eventually adding a front lawn cemetary and more creepy foods to eat was just natural progression. With each passing Halloween, my parties have grown larger and my creativity has soared to new heights! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 7 years or so I have been hosting what has now come to be a staple in my home every Halloween. At one point I opened it up to the neighborhood for a couple of years only to be amazed at how as many 300 or more stopped by and loved it! The world had spread like wildfire and everyone wanted to see! Unreal! And even though my sons are all but grown, they still insist on the party and are willing to help create our haunted house and fabulous party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while it is only August, October is right around the corner and the work must begin. It takes nearly 2 months to prepare and execute this event. I begin by converting an outside area of my home into a "house" of sorts (if you need ideas on how, ask me!). This is just the beggining of the bash! All guests are required to enter through this haunted house in order to enter the party. It adds the element of trick before treat and everyone loves it!! And the party?? Well that rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658540354047586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SLcBrnolDmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5j0A98Ty2og/s320/3959461580.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside, my guests are treated to all kinds of goodies they simply can't believe. The music, the lights, the smoke, the creepy, creepy foods (I need more ideas) all make for the best Halloween magic! Some of my guests have actually been to afraid to eat some of the foods I serve until someone else tells them how yummy it is!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658853542958946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SLcB92Wol2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JRYBLOy2mOo/s200/285212255_e262a32033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see, I need be a busy little bee. And while I have all kinds of goodies to incorporate this year, I would love to see if anyone has some fresh ideas out there. Anyone?? Hope to hear from ya'll....and muuuhahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-9054495234217142558?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9054495234217142558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=9054495234217142558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/9054495234217142558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/9054495234217142558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-its-nutsits-only-august.html' title='I know it&apos;s nuts...it&apos;s only August...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SLcBRMa8KYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TOmwHeIfHHM/s72-c/683352686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-557595119669034671</id><published>2008-08-27T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:16:45.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is crazy...</title><content type='html'>As I go about my day and help out one of my son's with his laundry, I find myself thinking just how crazy life is.  One moment your children are small and life is chaotic.  The next thing you know, life is still chaotic but now your son's jeans are larger than you are.  What the heck?  I remember well the day this child was born.  He was pre-mature and fit in the palm of my hand.  Matter of fact, his arm was as small as my thumb!  His first clothes were purchased at Toys R Us and were Cabage Patch Doll clothes!!  Nothing else fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now???  Holy cow!  This boy is now a man and he is a large man!  I never, ever imagined it.  Actually, I never gave it any thought.  At 19, he is 6' and 220 lbs or so! Crazzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyy.  Some days I think it's the extra attention he got as a baby.  All the extra nurioushment it took to insure his survival.  My goodness, what madness in those days!  How very litte he was.  How much he needed.  Then my brain says..."Pssstttt, hey!  Remember?  MOST of the men on my side are tall, tall, tall!  Dad's not exactly short either and I go DUHHHHHHHH!!  But still, how did he get SOOOOO big, so quick???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my chores, I am still and always amazed at life.....and so....back to doing his laundry I go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mind continues to ramble...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-557595119669034671?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/557595119669034671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=557595119669034671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/557595119669034671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/557595119669034671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life is crazy...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-280510435887199574</id><published>2008-08-18T16:30:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:50:57.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking Fay Crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKnxPPUNOWI/AAAAAAAAANc/XPutpIvCMDI/s1600-h/fay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235981285906528610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKnxPPUNOWI/AAAAAAAAANc/XPutpIvCMDI/s400/fay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKnuQ6LQNJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZmxHJZXjXrI/s1600-h/fay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEWS ALERT!!!! Tropical Storm Fay approachs South Florida! Read all about it! Read all about it!! Crazy weather, crazies everywhere! As a South Floridian I am used to hurricane season and all that it brings...but people watching during theses storms is as interesting as keeping an eye on the system itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235980707289883042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKnwtjzP4aI/AAAAAAAAANU/s4oCNXrNzmc/s400/surfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As per usual, local channels are flooded with reports of the storm but one of the wildest report is the one of the surfers out at Haulover Beach! I can almost hear the surfers "Awesome waves dude!" The swells are excellent and more surfers arrive. Then more reports from the beach. The surf is gettting rougher and it's become time to close the beach. Get all the surfers out of the waters. Cut. Next story. NOW, back to the beach and a handful of surfers are still in the water but are now racing to get OUT. Crazzzzzzzyyyyy! Seems Fay's feeder bands are now too strong to surf in at all....still some surfers linger..hoping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235996749970920722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKn_TXcd1RI/AAAAAAAAANk/YgK9MqfZPfs/s400/kite+surfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Flipping the channels, it is being reported that at Fort Lauderdale Beach some folks are still trying out the surf and then some! Seems one guy thought it would be really, really good weather for KITE surfing. Boy, was he wrong! A sudden gust of wind picked him up and slammed him all the way accross the street into a building! A-yup. You read it right. THUD! Right into the side of a building. Luckily "Fay" was just warning him. He's injuries were minor as he reportedly told paramedics he was ok while being transported to the hospital anyway. Coo-koo! Coo-koo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235998130931652930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKoAjv7KWUI/AAAAAAAAANs/2tpmrJZWp1E/s400/homeless.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the madness that extends beyond the beach into the suburbs of South Florida. As I set out to run an errand before the day deteriorates, I notice an obviously homeless man by the side of the road. He is shirtless, dirty and looks totally demented. He is camped out and taking shelter from the rain under a beach umbrella. All his worldly possessions in a shopping cart. He is totally out of place in this area! Hmmmmm...anyone tell him Fay is on it's way????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236004221730876274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKoGGR6263I/AAAAAAAAAN0/4C5kDduBpYs/s400/hurricane+supplies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it gets even nuttier. People scurry around like mice in a maze racing to gather supplies in case the storm does damage. Gathering what??? As a long time resident, I think it rather crazy not to be prepared! How can you not be! With a few simple rules I keep my insanity at a minimum during these storms. I stock and rotate water, powdered milk, instant coffee, canned goods, meds and whatever else is necessary to survive as a part of my regular grocery shopping routine. I have collected candles over the years with each passing storm and batteries are always in the drawers. Portable radios, first aid kits and generators should be staples in every South Florida home! The only thing left to do is insure a full tank of gas in the car. Not so hard! Not so necessary to break the bank and your budget. And a great way to stay out of the insane asylum at these times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236006773230843106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKoIay_2tOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Epr3kGhdfU4/s400/tornado+watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after what turns out to be a very long day of news watching and storm tracking, we are still tracking Fay and her path is not quite clear. She is doing this and she is doing that. With chances of strengthing and tornado activity threatening out night, Fay is for sure one of the craziest storms I've seen in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-280510435887199574?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/280510435887199574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=280510435887199574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/280510435887199574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/280510435887199574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tracking-fay-crazies.html' title='Tracking Fay Crazies'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SKnxPPUNOWI/AAAAAAAAANc/XPutpIvCMDI/s72-c/fay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-2340839727457712100</id><published>2008-08-05T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:56.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Summer time is driving me bonkers already!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SJhw1gGqaQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BsOXTZcjav0/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231055031644088578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SJhw1gGqaQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BsOXTZcjav0/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh Summer..so sunny, so beachy hot, rainy days and school breaks! What a way to go completely bananas as I am torn between wanting to play and having to work. It's not fair I say! I don't even have time to feel crazy...............it's totally insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love...no wait...I NEED my peace and quiet at least for 5 minutes a day or I am one cranky contender. Nothing drives me nuttier than the inablitiy to hear the madness in my head! Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the company of my teenagers and their friends. [Goodness, my food bill should have the grocers rolling out the red carpet for me!] But some days, I just want my money and my house back! Especially the money! Boy oh boy, is it me or does it cost an arm, a leg and your first born to feed growing kids these days???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231054014771732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SJhv6T9ZnvI/AAAAAAAAAME/ooeXq3I9k4A/s320/groceries.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as back to school quickly approaches, I am grateful for the memories but I sure will be happy with the extra time to think...think...think....so I can stay out of the looney bin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for your attention and please, share your madness with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-2340839727457712100?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2340839727457712100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=2340839727457712100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2340839727457712100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2340839727457712100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-time-is-driving-me-bonkers.html' title='Summer time is driving me bonkers already!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SJhw1gGqaQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BsOXTZcjav0/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-8905890198248977776</id><published>2008-07-25T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:56.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is not an easy thing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SIpO5_-TxiI/AAAAAAAAALM/tyN_eoafsLY/s1600-h/wedding+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227077075849168418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SIpO5_-TxiI/AAAAAAAAALM/tyN_eoafsLY/s400/wedding+couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF I've said it once... 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And since my last few experiences with nail salons were a nightmare for the most part, I thought I had given up on them. Unfortunately though, it seems my need to be groomed combined with my bad eyesight do not go hand in hand with doing my own mani's and pedi's. But even worse, with a very special occasion coming up, I really needed my hands and feet to look nice. What to do? What to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know! Having noticed the opening of a brand new salon in the neighborhood, I hop in my car and off I go to see if maybe it'll be different this time. It has to be! It's new! No germs at the very least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I wasn't disappointed. Not initially anyhow. It is a beautiful salon. The owners have done an impressive job of creating an upscale nail salon with all the latest gadgets and furnishings. I must say from the tasteful decorating and lighting to the complimentary snacks, water, soda or wine, the staff is courteous and attentive. They seem to have the concept right, women seem to be streaming in and they have an edge over their competitors by offering services like a deluxe pedicure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deluxe what? Wow....sure! How much?? $32??? Ahhhh...well... Say what? I get to pick out my own flavored scrub? Cool. Warm towels...fantastic! A bit steap but hey, surely at these prices I'm bound to not catch any fungus or nasty something or other, RIGHT? Especially since, I have met the owners and expressed my compliments for such a nice salon, great service and I left a super excellent tip! Great! Fantastico!! Yipeeee! Happy with my mani and PEDI, I take leave, promising to be back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, soon as my feet need another pedi, I return. Goody! This feels like a mini-spa for my aching, tired feet, I can't wait to sit down and relax. Take a load off! And I do. Once again, happy....I found a new place....I finally found a new place! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA!!! OH NO I DIDN'T!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SIlRZoxYV5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/R5LTDvia1u0/s1600-h/fungus+toenail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226798343423285138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SIlRZoxYV5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/R5LTDvia1u0/s200/fungus+toenail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;What I finally found was FUNGUS! A-yup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right under my nail. Here's where I go totally wacko! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody please, please, TRIPLE please, tell me, why would anyone invest such a large sum of money in a business only to lose customers due to a lack of hygene and the spread of such a nasty bug? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It seems totally insane to me! Not to mention completely gross! THAT'S IT! I'M DONE! I'll get the brightest light bulb I can find and do my own freaking nails! Not only will they be healthier, but I will be richer!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Which brings me to this....ladies...besides the nasty germs that are present in uncleaned tools and tubs, have you ever considered what else lies in those nail (drill ones too!) files that are used over and over again from customer to customer? Have you ever considered how cells are being transfered from others to you and vice versa via the bloodstream? What kind of crap are we exposing ourselves too?? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I must admit, while I had already begun my disenchantment with nail salons, THIS realization and the fungus under my toe nail is enough to keep me out all together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Has fungus in a nail salon been an issue for you? What did you do about it? Are you done with salons??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-8100707584773213621?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8100707584773213621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=8100707584773213621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/8100707584773213621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/8100707584773213621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-nail-salon-another-nightmare.html' title='Another nail salon, another nightmare...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SIlRvV1ohHI/AAAAAAAAALE/7ZSVo9uHI24/s72-c/healthy+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-6346516915779513843</id><published>2008-07-10T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:22:57.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>Alrighty now. Prompted by an article I read, I recently posted a blog regarding breakfasts and the different kinds of foods out there for this particular morning ritual. I only got (1) one comment. A very tasty one I might add. Amazing that I did not get anymore comments though. I thought for sure this post would provoke some suggestions and provide new ways to eat the first meal of the day. But, nope. Nothing. I am boggled. Yes. Boggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely there has to be as many kinds of "breakfasts" as there are cultures and countries. Isn't there? Where are they? Who is eating what? An inquiring mind wants to know....please, help quiet my brain...thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-6346516915779513843?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6346516915779513843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=6346516915779513843' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6346516915779513843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6346516915779513843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmmm.....'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-6802099661933892427</id><published>2008-07-02T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:58.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>To egg or not to egg....</title><content type='html'>Here's a riddle. What's crazy to some people first thing in the morning but is totally normal to others?? Tic toc, tic toc. What can it b? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... Ok. Alright. I'll tell you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_English_breakfast"&gt;THE KIND OF BREAKFAST&lt;/a&gt; you consume! What is the norm for you is not so for others. I first discovered this when I visited Hawaii and found they serve among other things, RICE for breakfast at McDonald's! I was surprised. I don't know why though. I grew up eating rice and fried eggs from time to time for dinner but I guess I never thought to have it for breakfast! Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I found an article on how different breakfast is around the world and eating in the morning has now taking on a whole new meaning! It doesn't have to be BACON &amp;amp; EGGS!! or PANCAKES!! Now I can opt for mmmmm....yummy, yummy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Churro"&gt;"churros"&lt;/a&gt; with hot chocolate for dipping as they do in &lt;a href="http://www.spain.info/"&gt;Spain&lt;/a&gt;, grilled kippers (smoked herring) and poached eggs like in &lt;a href="http://www.scotland.org/"&gt;Scotland&lt;/a&gt; or I can have my left over spagetti on toast as they do in &lt;a href="http://www.australia.com/"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;! Who knew? This has sparked a whole new madness in me. I no longer have to eat the yogurt, bagel or omelet breakfasts I have known my entire life! I can mix and match. I can use left overs! I can be in any part of the world I want to be on any morning I choose! Gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvdwXVowZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ktxUhe0x_fM/s1600-h/churros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218508416207077778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvdwXVowZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ktxUhe0x_fM/s200/churros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvd56JCPMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RkG8LWy1fhQ/s1600-h/spagetti+on+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218508580168285378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvd56JCPMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RkG8LWy1fhQ/s200/spagetti+on+toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218508503998768882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvd1eYzpvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JseyNUEhYo4/s200/kippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd like to know who eats what for breakfast. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Be part of my survey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I love to be educated and pass it along! I am curious to know what else is out there for breakfast and what culture it comes from. What do you eat first thing in the morning? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please feel free to comment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-6802099661933892427?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6802099661933892427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=6802099661933892427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6802099661933892427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6802099661933892427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-egg-or-not-to-egg.html' title='To egg or not to egg....'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SGvdwXVowZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ktxUhe0x_fM/s72-c/churros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-2139263810868861887</id><published>2008-06-21T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:58.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Flake Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SF1RDjhJ9lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2TLhm-Ab7No/s1600-h/p_068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214413065080665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SF1RDjhJ9lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2TLhm-Ab7No/s320/p_068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flaking out drives me completly out of my mind! I can't stand it! First it's yes. Then it's no. Sometimes it's "I never said that." At others, it's "I said "What? When? Noooo wayyyyy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway you put it....what a pain in the butt it is to deal with flaky people. Living with one is for sure the road to the looney tune bin! A typical day with a &lt;strong&gt;flake-r&lt;/strong&gt; can mean a day of ups and downs enough to never make you want to never-ever ride a see-saw or a merry go-round AGAIN! It can seriously kill the spontanity of living. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially if you believe the flake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You get all excited. You make plans. Then.....whooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... "Where did you get that idea?" "Huh? What? You said........." And the vicious cycle starts all over again. So much wasted energy. Arrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....going coo-koo, coo-koo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, one day you don't believe the &lt;strong&gt;flake-r&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. It's like the little boy who cried wolf over and over again. No ONE ever believes a &lt;strong&gt;flake-r&lt;/strong&gt; once they prove themselves to have no word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Say what you mean and mean what you say " goes a real long way in gauging someone's opinion of who you are. Words, regardless of the "intention" with which they are spoken, with NO action to back them up mean absolutely nothing. The only impression left by a &lt;strong&gt;flake-r&lt;/strong&gt; over time is that they can never be counted upon. Their words are empty. Leading other's to believe the madness is not theirs but truly yours for repeatedly listening to the &lt;strong&gt;flake-r.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-2139263810868861887?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2139263810868861887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=2139263810868861887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2139263810868861887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2139263810868861887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/flake-disease.html' title='Flake Disease'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SF1RDjhJ9lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2TLhm-Ab7No/s72-c/p_068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-3525934944824968507</id><published>2008-06-14T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:37:51.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Beware, Rudeness on Board</title><content type='html'>Rudeness. Ack! Another one of those things that drives me batty. Rude people, rude comments, rude manners, rude, rude, rude. And I don't mean the once in a while "I'm irrated, what the *&amp;amp;$^ do you want? Forgive me if I'm having a rude moment" kind of rudeness. I am talking about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudeness"&gt;RUDENESS&lt;/a&gt; that seems to exist today. Goodness. I know we all have bad days. I know I do. And I know I too am rude from time to time, but it's not a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people and places where rudeness is the norm. I'm sure some of you do too. Don't you hate it? Is it really so difficult to be nice? polite? use a kind word? Doesn't it take much more energy to be rude? I think so. I know personally, when I am nice, polite and/or considerate, I not only get a better response, I feel good about me. The worst part about rudeness is when it is not the norm for you but you find yourself responding with rudeness. Innnnnsannnneeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, being rude is wrong. Just wrong. No one likes it. Not even rude people! Crazy isn't it? Crazy that it seems right to treat others wrong. Crazy to believe that by being rude we made a point when all we simply did was make ourselves look like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fool"&gt;fool&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-3525934944824968507?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3525934944824968507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=3525934944824968507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3525934944824968507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/3525934944824968507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/beware-rudeness-on-board.html' title='Beware, Rudeness on Board'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-6971036365951419315</id><published>2008-06-06T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:00:51.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How often do you run into NASTY clothing inventory with brand new tags on it.</title><content type='html'>Isn't that nasty?  When you try an item of clothing on in a Major or any for that matter, ANY store and there are things like BOOGERS on it!? Ewwwwwwwwww.  NASSTYYY! Haven't people ever heard of tissue paper?  Waiting to get some? NOT blowing their nose when they AREN'T suppose to????  Ewwwwwwwwwwwww....NASTYYYY!  AND I....got the honor of recently trying one of these items on!  TADA...hence my madness at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I try it on.  Happy!  Happy me!  It fits, it's perfect, ON SALE!  Deal.  I'll take it.  Off I go to hunt some more.  Happier than happy.  Finally with the hunt over I go off to find the nearest cashier and pay for my treasures.  Plop! All the items onto the counter top.  As per habit, I scan the item real well to check for damages, missing buttons, etc.  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AND WHAT DO I FIND??? OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!  BOOOOGGERSSSSSSSS....EWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;  "Look" I tell the cashier! "What nasty people.  AND ewwwwwwww...I put it on."  I quickly start to shake myself off like it matters at this point.  The boogers have already landed and are sure to be on me!  I am beyond disgusted, I need a bath!  Gag.  Nasty!  Don't you hate that?  I know I am not alone in the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;booger surprise of your new clothes club".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Poor cashier, not only was she not surprised, she agreed there were MANY nasty people who come through these stores.  Shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives me crazy though I know there is little that can really be done about the matter.  It is bound to happen and I'm sure if all of us where to inspect our purchases a wee bit better, we'd see why it is so necessary to wash things before you wear them, even if they are new.  Sadly, some people forget that it is important to seriously keep their cooties to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your own cootie story?  Make a comment or two.  I'd love to know what  ARE cooties to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-6971036365951419315?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6971036365951419315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=6971036365951419315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6971036365951419315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6971036365951419315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-often-do-you-run-into-nasty.html' title='How often do you run into NASTY clothing inventory with brand new tags on it.'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-5667150975974346619</id><published>2008-06-02T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:28:47.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Service'/><title type='text'>Home Depot Shipping Madness...</title><content type='html'>It's crazy I tell you.  Absolutely nuts.  I purchased a sink via special order for my guestbath from our local "Home Depot Expo Design" center.  Everything went fairly smooth.  My order placed strickly out of a catalog and some faith on my part as they had no sample.  No problem-o.  My order's pretty simple.  A plain bowl.  Bone color.  Nothing fancy.  Nothing "special" other than the order.  I can deal with no visual.  "Return policy please? "Why yes, 15% restocking charge." Hmmmm.  Gotta get a sink, so...ok...done.  Ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question, "How long before I can get my sink?" "Ahh, 2 weeks." Whhhaat??? 2 weeks? I have no sink.  Nothing.  2 weeks?  I see.  "Can I get it delivered to my home?" And the answer came..."Yes, for $35 and no guarantee for breakage, plus 2 weeks transit time."  "What? What's the difference between shipping to me undamaged and shipping to your store undamaged?  You won't believe your ears! "The difference is we have to pull it for you sooner." "HUHHH?"  Ok. I'm not going to argue.  It seems the clerk is in a hurry to get back to her chit chatting with co-workers.  "Ahh, another question please. What if I get it overnighted to my house, what is the cost?" READY??? "$200 for UPS Ground Overnight $175 3-day"  WHHHHAAAATTT??? Then this from the already very impatient clerk "Are you going to do it because I already (pointing out the order) printed it out!"  "No, that is ridiculous.  NO thanks, I will wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, a phone call to customer (Skip was his name) service at headquarters yielded little more than "I will speak to the clerk about this."  TADA!!  Bad service WITH more bad service.. so here I sit ...waiting for my sink...2 weeks from now.  Absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-5667150975974346619?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5667150975974346619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=5667150975974346619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5667150975974346619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/5667150975974346619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-depot-shipping-madness.html' title='Home Depot Shipping Madness...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-7524218452940144012</id><published>2008-06-01T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:30:23.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy day, crazy world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day to day, the crazy things I hear and see are enough to send you to the looney tune bin pronto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In recent local neighborhood buzz... old man watering lawn, gets mugged by the men with shotguns in the middle of a Saturday morning...crazzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyy....wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More local news, every day in the neighborhood an old man rides his bike being careful to protect himself from the sun by doning a hat, long sleeves and pants...yet...a cigar hangs from his mouth as he puffs out smoke inbetween his pedaling...inSANEEEEEEEEEEEEEee.... AND NO they are not the same old man and NO, this is not a bad neighborhood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some real &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....there has now been a &lt;a href="http://www.perfect-woman.com/en/index.php"&gt;"PERFECT WOMAN"&lt;/a&gt; invented. Set to launch on June 11th AND to be followed by the &lt;a href="http://www.perfect-woman.com/en/index.php"&gt;"PERFECT MAN"&lt;/a&gt; coming soon! The movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0327162/"&gt;"Stepford Wives"&lt;/a&gt; quickly comes to mind.....Creeeeeeeeeeeepppppyyyyyy crazzzzzzzzyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the best kind of nuttiness I can think of, the kind that makes me laugh and maybe you too. A man, who is apparently quite broke, has decided to put one &lt;a href="http://rover.ebay.com/rover/1/711-53200-19255-0/1?type=4&amp;amp;campid=5335852560&amp;amp;toolid=10001&amp;amp;customid=bidhumor&amp;amp;mpre=http%3A%2F%2Fcgi.ebay.com%2Fws%2FeBayISAPI.dll%3FViewItem%26item%3D140232851816" target="new"&gt;NUT!&lt;/a&gt; up for sale. Asking bid: US $5000.00. Seems that this kind of mental illness believes one nut is better than two especailly if the other one can help pay for therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now return you to your own crazy day...world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rover.ebay.com/rover/1/711-53200-19255-0/1?type=4&amp;amp;campid=5335852560&amp;amp;toolid=10001&amp;amp;customid=bidhumor&amp;amp;mpre=http%3A%2F%2Fcgi.ebay.com%2Fws%2FeBayISAPI.dll%3FViewItem%26item%3D140232851816" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-7524218452940144012?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7524218452940144012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=7524218452940144012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7524218452940144012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7524218452940144012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-day-crazy-world.html' title='Crazy day, crazy world...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-6410534709606881363</id><published>2008-05-15T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:58.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives me crazy'/><title type='text'>Killer is going to KILL me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx-hKV-SZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C9nIS9SxcAQ/s1600-h/killer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200670777883380114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx-hKV-SZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C9nIS9SxcAQ/s320/killer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my lovely little doggie Killer. When we first saw him, he was barely 6 weeks old and belonged to someone else. Lucas, his original name, all 5 inches of him or so were soooo adorable. Awwwweeeeee. "What kind of doggie is he? A Miniture Pincher. "Really? Full breed? Does he have any sibilings? Any others like him for sale?" No? Awwwwwwweeeee. Shame. Fastforward 3 months. Lucas is back at my front door. This time his owner has a question. "Listen, we can't keep the dog, blah, blah, blah, would you like to buy him from me?" Ahh,sure. Deal. I got the doggie, I got the doggie! His name is now KILLER!! Went out got a book, got the dog to the vet, made it a comfty home. Aweeee,soooo cute,so cuddly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly thereafter, as with most marraiges, the love affair began to change. While Killer (my little escape artist) is still the love of our household, the 3 or so times he has managed to escape has found us wondering for hours, knocking on doors (cause we NEED him home) even though it turns out he is quite a untiring, high-jumping, yappie lil doggie. And while he does indeed make a great watch dog(Yes, really, better than any alarm you'll ever have), he is also a bundle of yap. And he does not give up! If he wants attention or has a desire to be let in the house. He will, for as long as you allow him to, jump up against the glass doors barking until you give in!! No amount of "Killer, hush, be quiet." will suffice. He is worst than any baby I ever raised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit at first I thought it was cute. "Ohhhh look. He can jump really high! Oh my and he is so determined to get what he wants. Sooo cute". But cute has now become annoying. I love my Killer, I really do. And I want him around a long, long time. Yet, all the yapping is driving me nuts....poor Killer, he doesn't even know he's making me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just have to laugh...and keep on shhhhh-ushing my lil doggie Killer...what else can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-6410534709606881363?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6410534709606881363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=6410534709606881363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6410534709606881363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/6410534709606881363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/killer-is-going-to-kill-me.html' title='Killer is going to KILL me..'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx-hKV-SZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C9nIS9SxcAQ/s72-c/killer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-8914098316776099019</id><published>2008-05-15T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:58.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people seriously believe they can get things for practically free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx5xqV-SWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sv5omKqKFNg/s1600-h/p_049.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200665563793082722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx5xqV-SWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sv5omKqKFNg/s320/p_049.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously folks, I am a bargain hunter and seller,but some people border on the ridiculous for what they will bid on a item. They really think they can get something that is worth $100 or more for like $10???? In what world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put out some pretty &lt;a href="http://www.ridiculousshopper.biz/"&gt;serious bargains&lt;/a&gt; that not only save time, gas and money, but are also QUALITY! And still, it seems as though some bidders might just bid to bid knowing they have no intention of following through. As I say this, I can almost hear some of you saying, yah...but it gets the auction going and so it does but what doesn't happen is a realistic bid on the item.&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it, if I am telling you in my posting the approximate retail value of a lot where all items are NWOT/NWT and THEN I tell you that my SMALL reserve is less than half, would it not stand to reason a .99 bid is not going to suffice on a bid worth $100.00?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives me crazy. Makes me wonder if with E-bay taking half the profits I make this is all worth it. Buyers MUST think there is alot of profit margain on something that is worth lots and they get for pennies. I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-8914098316776099019?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8914098316776099019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=8914098316776099019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/8914098316776099019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/8914098316776099019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-people-seriously-believe-they-can.html' title='Do people seriously believe they can get things for practically free?'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCx5xqV-SWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sv5omKqKFNg/s72-c/p_049.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-7297061227751478496</id><published>2008-05-15T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:59.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Crazzzzzzzzzzzzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxEFKV-SVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oInvWCFeBww/s1600-h/HPIM0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606525172631890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxEFKV-SVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oInvWCFeBww/s320/HPIM0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz...Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...I had begun to notice bees buzzing around our yard one day. Not just one either. Day by day....more and more and more bees kept appearing and I kept voicing my fear that maybe they were nesting somewhere near. Nearly a year passed and all the while, noone did anything about the bees. Bees came and bees went. Where were they hiding??? Bzzzzzzzz...bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Swat, swat! Goodness. What a problem! But as passage along side the house became more and more impossible to do, it became very obvious we had a serious bee problem. Little did we know HOW MUCH of a problem we had. $500.00 and some serious honey collecting later, we knew the bees were more than trouble, they could have been deadly! Now the bees are gone but we have some great pictures to show and a story to tell! Check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxCiaV-SRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CofImGdT8d8/s1600-h/HPIM0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200604828660549906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxCiaV-SRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CofImGdT8d8/s200/HPIM0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxDrqV-SUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W5Uwu6XG6jk/s1600-h/HPIM0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606087085967682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxDrqV-SUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W5Uwu6XG6jk/s200/HPIM0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200605528740219186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxDLKV-STI/AAAAAAAAAF0/siqVZS9YSAI/s200/HPIM0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever see so much honey? The bee keeper took at least 2 coolers full of honey and we kept one. From that one we gave some away and kept some for ourselves. My kids were thrilled. REAL HONEY!! Imagine that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-7297061227751478496?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7297061227751478496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=7297061227751478496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7297061227751478496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7297061227751478496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bee-crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy.html' title='Bee Crazzzzzzzzzzzzy!'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCxEFKV-SVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oInvWCFeBww/s72-c/HPIM0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-1709802570279224393</id><published>2008-05-14T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:56:53.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Service'/><title type='text'>Drives me crazy</title><content type='html'>There are some things that drive me crazy! Things like nasty public restrooms, especially in really nice places, rudeness, speed traps come to mind at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me just start with nasty public restrooms. Particularily in restaurants. And I don't mean just my local restaurants either. I spend a lot of time and money eating out, sometimes in different cities and states. Happens to be one of my favorite things to do. I love to be waited on, served and then the best part, I don't have to clean up a thing. So when I go out to wine and dine, I do a lot of observing about the place, it's staff, service, cleaniness and most important of all, the restroom. I think a restaurant can be measured not only by the way they treat their clientele but also by the way they keep the restroom. Let's face it folks, if the restroom is nasty, imagine the kitchen? I have been in many a place where you obviously don't have to visit the restroom to know it can't be good in the kitchen. Especially if you have ever had the occassion to observe how some of the servers DO NOT wash their hands after they use the facilities!!! These are the places, I've either walked out of before I sit down to order or given no choice because I have already been served or have eaten (gag), I stick it out but clearly make a mental note not to return. Then there are the places you figure, the restroom won't be a surprise, but oh my goodness! you were wrong. The place looks like a million, the servers treat you like royalty, the foods seems to be tasty and then you go to the restroom only to be disappointed once again by it's condition or lack of. THIS DRIVES ME CRAZY! Grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that in all my years of eating out, there aren't many restuarants whose restrooms standards are very, very, very poor and very, very scary if you ask me. Someone is not doing their job for sure. I think the health department needs to take a closer look at some of these restrooms and their condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I will say that there are some restaurants (very few) that strive for excellence even in the restroom! Bravo! I wish there were more of them, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-1709802570279224393?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1709802570279224393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=1709802570279224393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1709802570279224393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1709802570279224393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/drives-me-crazy.html' title='Drives me crazy'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-4964146148497934603</id><published>2008-05-14T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:59.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuleqV-SPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4iPHSkwFdA/s1600-h/p_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200432140910479602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuleqV-SPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4iPHSkwFdA/s200/p_042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ridiculousshopper.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-of-what-drives-me-crazy.html"&gt;More of what drives me crazy..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCOtM5HpjAI/AAAAAAAAABk/JNqfpMrW_Is/s1600-h/p_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to understand all of the fast moving technology behind getting an e-commerce business up and running to building a website is very frustrating indeed. Mama Mia! The jumble mumble in my head is almost incomprehensible. Someone help. I want to place ads, I want to make money, I want to see and be seen. But how, oh how? Are you asking yourself that question over and over again like me? Are you stressing about your investment and not being able to corner the market?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, check it out someone turned me on to this &lt;a href="http://realcheap.nichestore.hop.clickbank.net/"&gt;awesome site&lt;/a&gt;. They help you build a niche online! What a relief! Finally a place with some answers. And to boot they can help you make money as well. This is one of the best things I have ever been told about. So good in fact, I decided I couldn't keep it to myself. It also turns out to be one less thing to make me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200431689938913506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCulEaV-SOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j5CIXn049hM/s200/ban+banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SB9WSBNW66I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/94sWLpAxWzg/s1600-h/ban+banner.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-4964146148497934603?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4964146148497934603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=4964146148497934603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/4964146148497934603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/4964146148497934603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-of-what-drives-me-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuleqV-SPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v4iPHSkwFdA/s72-c/p_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-7227121542015102885</id><published>2008-05-14T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:59.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Service'/><title type='text'>What do you mean it's included in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCukI6V-SNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LyslB5N2lB4/s1600-h/p_040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200430667736697042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCukI6V-SNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LyslB5N2lB4/s200/p_040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bill?? Ever have gratuity tacked to the end of your food bill?? Especially after bad service?? Makes you feel ripped off. It's another one of those things that drive me absolutely crazy.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being forced to tip for bad service and or attitude. Yah, yah, yah. I know. Not everyone tips as they should even if they get it right. But when you automatically force me to pay a tip I feel the server did not deserve you also force me to think differently about your place of buisness. At least in my book. Especially if I am being forced to pay anywhere between 18% to 20% of my total bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a big tipper, but I think a tip needs to be earned. And I just love when I get an ambitious server. A server who knows that well beyond the "obligatory" gratuity I must already pay, I can be suckered into leaving a larger tip if I am treated right. A server who is smart enough to realize the better he is the more he makes. Not so hard, right? Ha. I beg to differ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I think most restaurants who tack on this "obligatory" tipping is doing themselves a dis-service. They are encouraging their own employees to become complacent. At the end of the day, they know, no matter how they represent their employer, they will be getting a tip. So really, who cares? Shame, shame, shame. In their attempt to cover their employees, some restaurants have forgotten their most valuable asset. Their customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-7227121542015102885?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7227121542015102885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=7227121542015102885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7227121542015102885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/7227121542015102885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-mean-its-included-in.html' title='What do you mean it&apos;s included in...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCukI6V-SNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LyslB5N2lB4/s72-c/p_040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-1599487540652522446</id><published>2008-05-14T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:05:59.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Service'/><title type='text'>Anyone else thinks it sucks when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuiQKV-SLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FQVmsQUBpIc/s1600-h/i_036.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200428593267493042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuiQKV-SLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FQVmsQUBpIc/s400/i_036.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you go out to dinner for the service more than for the food and the service ends up sucking? I do. This got me thinking that if I could get some feedback on this subject. Especially since tonight turned out to be one of those "server sucked royally" nights. Seems the very popular "Chili's" chain out did their regular bad service this evening by offering even worst service served by one very rude waiter. Please let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service started out bad so I guess it could not have gone any other way. It started when the server saw it fit to snatch the menu out of my son's hand before he was done with his order. It was followed by food that was brought out slowly, coldly and in intervals so that we were unable to begin our meal at the same time. Looking for the waiter to help didn't work out too well either as it seemed once he took our order we were "out of sight and out of mind". Finally finished with our "less than good" food, we catch him long enough to ask for the check only to watch him dash off to take care of the newer customers for the next 15 minutes or so. Still we wait. But after 20 minutes of "patience" we ask another server to please remind him. Nothing. Not a thing. Not even a sighting of our server! Ok. We know, we'll find him. We do and once again, my son asks him to bring the bill. Another 5 minutes or more. Nothing! Again. But then he finally reappears near enough to our table that I am able to ask for the bill AGAIN. His response? "Did you ask for the bill or him (looking at my son)?" "Are you kidding?" What difference does it make?" At this point, I mention to him that I was about to get the manager to which his response was "Go ahead. You want me to get him?" The nerve. That's it. I let him have it. I told him about how rude he had been and how bad his service had been. To which he had very little response other than "Ok. Should I call my manager?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ha! No. No, of course not. Can you just get me my change so I can leave? and with that he did and I did something I've never done....NO TIP! Maybe next time he won't be so rude and aim for better service. But from what I can tell from my last few "Chili's" visits, that isn't going to happen any time soon. Bad service with a bad attitude seems to be a motto for this chain. There seems to be an attitude of "ohhh well" in the air with their managers and servers.  One thing I do know though is that I won't be back anytime soon to any of their locations. What ya'll think and this and other bad service? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-1599487540652522446?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1599487540652522446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=1599487540652522446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1599487540652522446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/1599487540652522446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/anyone-else-thinks-it-sucks-when.html' title='Anyone else thinks it sucks when...'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/SCuiQKV-SLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FQVmsQUBpIc/s72-c/i_036.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075220232810587255.post-2687184741570485768</id><published>2008-05-14T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:33:47.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Service'/><title type='text'>Nail Salon Nightmares</title><content type='html'>After nearly 5 years of having artificial nails on...I &lt;a href="http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf319663.tip.html"&gt;took them off&lt;/a&gt; nearly a month ago. And even though it's been ugly and even painful at times, I am glad I'm getting my own nails back. Having been around town and trying out all kinds of salons has been such a nightmare! I don't know about you girls but I've not been able to get a good tech to do my nails in a very long time. Neither it seems has my best friend which is why she also took them off. My mom took them off too! Seems their experiences lately have been a nightmare too. From poor work to the free &lt;a href="http://www.home-remedies-for-you.com/remedy/Toe-nail-fungus.html"&gt;fungus&lt;/a&gt; some salons hand out, it is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At best what I've learned about most of these salons is that it is foolish to expect to get quality work even if you are paying a decent amount of money for their services. Not only is the work shoody and last less than the expected 2 weeks, it is also EXPENSIVE! I know for a pink and white manicure, the cost is for a full set is upwards of $45 and refills start at $30. A regular pedi is $20 without a french manicure, $25 with, plus tips! $$$Total bill = upwards of $75.00$$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just frustrating, it's crazy! I really don't mind paying, what I mind is the bad work and attitude. I came to dislike nail salons so much, I went back to doing my own mani and pedi's as I said. If I'm going to put my hard earned money into something and not get the results I expect, then I rather put it in my pocket and not someone elses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that some salon owners will read this and if they wonder why their traffic is dying down lately, if it's due to &lt;a href="http://www.bls.gov/eag/eag.us.htm"&gt;state of the economy&lt;/a&gt;, they need to know it is also due to the state of customers who are sick and tired of being ripped off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075220232810587255-2687184741570485768?l=lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2687184741570485768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075220232810587255&amp;postID=2687184741570485768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2687184741570485768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075220232810587255/posts/default/2687184741570485768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisagoescrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/nail-salon-nightmares.html' title='Nail Salon Nightmares'/><author><name>Lisa's Dessert Tables</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934389390455552468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kg__8hVgB1w/TQmJHUl4j4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AM4QdibxQ2I/S220/covacha12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
