<?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-819804727389486664</id><updated>2011-06-16T09:35:00.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susie's Sharp Points</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-819804727389486664.post-8234741416939284333</id><published>2007-06-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:49:19.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>I am not a psychic, and I will never pretend to be one. HOWEVER, a great thing happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I  had to drive to NC on Sunday for a) the funeral of my friend Sue  Williamson, and b) the graduation of my niece from High School. As I got  in the car Sunday morning (really early) I thought "I am going to see a  dog on the side of the road and I will have to pick him up". Now I,  again, am so not a psychic but that's what happened. While I was gone  the young boy next door took care of my current pets. On Sunday night he  saw a dog on my front porch barking to get in. He thought it was my dog  Angie. He let the dog into my house. Said dog spent the night with my  dogs. He came to let them out Monday am and realized that dog was extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I got home my poor neighbors had him in their front yard hoping someone  would be looking for him. I brought him back to my house. They felt  really bad. I assured them that I was in no way upset. I called Animal  Control to check to see if anyone had reported him missing and of  course, the guy said "I have to come and git 'im". So said dog is now at  the SPCA. I called and told them I will adopt him if no one claims him,  but I think someone will. Weird, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/819804727389486664-8234741416939284333?l=suewoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8234741416939284333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/mens-rights-my-close-up-and-eardrums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/8234741416939284333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/8234741416939284333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/mens-rights-my-close-up-and-eardrums.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-819804727389486664.post-7103968519032881443</id><published>2006-08-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:47:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man kills wife in shelter</title><content type='html'>This guy broke into a domestic violence shelter and shot his wife to death. &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20061028124654/http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14912090/"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt;  the link to the entire story. The shelter was a moble home, so it  wasn't hard for him to get in. It's hard for me to believe that we can  spend billions to "protect" the citizens of Iraq, but the best place in  Sylva, NC, to keep a woman safe from a man who is determined to kill her  is a trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always shocked at people who want to kill  their partners. In my experience, it's always about sex on some level:  who she's having sex with, who she's refusing to have sex with, who he  thinks she might be having sex with, that sort of thing.  Others may say  it's about control, but I say it's about control over sex. Just my  opinion and I am welcome to it on my own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/819804727389486664-7103968519032881443?l=suewoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7103968519032881443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/kat-5-hawk-eye-and-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/7103968519032881443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/7103968519032881443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/kat-5-hawk-eye-and-roses.html' title='Man kills wife in shelter'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-819804727389486664.post-4314743495933810071</id><published>2006-03-18T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:44:18.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I posted three times last Saturday  and each time it got deleted. I then discovered a virus that some  miscreant sent me somehow. Just goes to show you can block all you want,  some people are still so bored and Useless they have to bug me. Well,  sorry pal, I am no longer Bugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les betes du bon Dieu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I found a Lady Beetle on my &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20060324043724/http://home.hiwaay.net/%7Eoliver/rosederescht.html%3C/a"&gt;Rose du Rescht &lt;/a&gt;on  Saturday. The French call lady beetles les betes du bon Dieu, or  creatures of a good God. I was very excited, as this predator will eat  bad bugs. Yay. &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20060324043724/http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7331/1763/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20060324043724/http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7331/1763/200/images.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another  Good God creature is the Carolina Chickadee. A pair of them found my  birdhouse, built a nest on Saturday and Sunday, and the Mom is now  sitting on the nest while the Dad guards the door. I am looking forward  to seeing the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dick Cheney and Martha Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  was some kind of weird planetary convergence here on Friday, which as  you remember was Saint Patrick's Day. Martha and Biggus Dickus were here  on the same day. Go figure. Anyway, Martha stated that she no longer  enjoys walled gardens. Big Dick said he came to speak with the troops  but everybody knows he came to get drunk at the Hibernian Society, where  the St Pat's shenanigans are well documented. I came in my house and  turned out all the lights. I don't know if he brought his gun, but I'm  bettin' he knew how to find one. If he shoots his friends and makes them  blame themselves, what on earth would he do to pore little unarmed me? I  think I made a wise choice. The pets couldn't figure out why we went to  bed so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knit two purses for  that auction. I didn't like either one enough to donate them, so I kept  them. They'll be my Louisiana mementoes. I hope I'm not the only one  who gets a bright idea, acts on it, then wonders what I was thinking!  I'll do better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank  you Amie for the suggestions for the Mardi Gras garden. JJUs are great  but they fade in the heat. I'll use them in the fall. They're so awesome  they last all winter down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roses will be blooming soon.  They'd be out now but it's unseasonably chilly (in the 60s) this week,  so they're slow to go. It won't be long now though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/819804727389486664-4314743495933810071?l=suewoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4314743495933810071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/4314743495933810071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/4314743495933810071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/many-things.html' title='Many Things'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-819804727389486664.post-1362570203201477315</id><published>2006-02-21T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:43:16.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Okay we all know I am posting on the other blog since my Mother and  Daddy need to read my post and I'm tired of fighting with them about W.  He is so not worth my relatuionship with my family. But as a human that  lives a mile from a port (although not one of the ones in line to be  overun by terrorists) this particular issue is as near to my heart as it  gets. How on earth can W make the big proclamations that only he can  save us from bad guys, we are all going to be killed by turrists, the  hand over management of those ports to members of a country that  supports and produces terrorists? This is just crazy. He was quoted as  saying "This was done by the book." What fucking book? Who wrote that  book? This is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now of course the Supreme Court  will make abortion illegal. Go ahead. Just know this you zealots:  abortion will never go away. Women will always get them. The rich girls  will jet off to other countries and get them, poor girls will have  botched abortions and die or have babies. So much for the big idea of  producing generations of Neo-cons. Okay. Whew. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/819804727389486664-1362570203201477315?l=suewoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1362570203201477315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/1362570203201477315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/1362570203201477315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-819804727389486664.post-8454940060036015079</id><published>2006-02-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:43:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whenever I use that title I seem to  get plenty of oddball reaction. So help me to understand this quote from  W's Nashville speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When we grew up, oceans  protected us, it seemed like. We felt pretty safe and secure from a  attack on American soil. We were concerned about a nuclear threat, but  nevertheless, we felt secure because we were isolated from threats it  seemed like. September the 11th changed my way of thinking. It changed  my way of thinking on a lot of things, and one way it changed is that  when we see a threat we got to deal with it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Cuban Missle  Crap? Dude where WERE you? Dude? Did you not have to Plan with your  family of origin where you were gonna be when "it" hit? How did the  ocean make your dumb completely stupid ass feel safe in Tixis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help  me to understand. I KNOW some bushie will rise up in the middle of the  night, having no life, to 'splain to to me. Take it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/819804727389486664-8454940060036015079?l=suewoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8454940060036015079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/8454940060036015079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/819804727389486664/posts/default/8454940060036015079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suewoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/help-me.html' title='Help me'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
