<?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-6521465</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:46.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>noticed on the way.....</title><subtitle type='html'>things I've noticed on this journey called life. 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108347865537271166</id><published>2004-05-02T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T00:21:56.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to move!</title><summary type='text'>Okay.. it's official. I'm all set up at my new site CasaCadenas.com so there will be no more posts to this one. Update your bookmarks and come visit me at http://www.casacadenas.com. I've just posted something great. You don't want to miss it!Once again, you can now find me at: CasaCadenas.com~Beth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108347865537271166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108347865537271166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347865537271166' title='I&apos;m ready to move!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108347386193134610</id><published>2004-05-01T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:02:02.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconcious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'> Week 64I say ... and you think ... ? Sexy::SensualClique::snobbyPledge::frat boyCarbs::addictiveDream Job::freedomSweeps::stakesSoundtrack::albumHero::Dustin HoffmanShave::creamChristina::Applegate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108347386193134610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108347386193134610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347386193134610' title='Unconcious Mutterings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108319796623648748</id><published>2004-04-28T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:23:42.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DVR is very cool!</title><summary type='text'>I love my new DVR. For those of you who don't know, DVR is Digital Video Recorder. Think TiVo. Comcast cable is now offering a DVR for just $9.95 per month. It's a sweet deal! :) All we had to do was exchange our old, regular digital box for the new DVR one.  Unlike TiVo, I didn't have to actually purchase the recorder. A savings of at least $150. So, now it's all hooked up. It's got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108319796623648748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108319796623648748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108319796623648748' title='DVR is very cool!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108307472326413642</id><published>2004-04-27T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T08:09:37.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>    Sleep:1. Side of the bed: Left or Right?  Left, most of the time. I'm pretty flexible on this and will usually take the side closest to the bathroom! :D2. Sleep with or without covers? With. I like being able to snuggle down under the covers at night. The only time I might do without is when it's really, really hot. Even then, I usually have at least a sheet over me. 3. Sleep with or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108307472326413642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108307472326413642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307472326413642' title='Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108299650839553037</id><published>2004-04-26T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T16:02:28.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TiVo? Well, sort of...</title><summary type='text'>Richard just went to exchange our cable box. Comcast is now offering a DVR. It's only $9.95 per month added to the cable bill, which is the same price that TiVo charges each month. The difference is, we don't have to buy the box. [Now that my prescriptions are finally covered, we should be able to afford this little luxury item. Hell, we're saving $200/month on just one prescription! Ten bucks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108299650839553037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108299650839553037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299650839553037' title='TiVo? Well, sort of...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108294192429687022</id><published>2004-04-25T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:19:24.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eejitous defined</title><summary type='text'>Mary was kind enough to actually find the definition of eejitous for me. You'll never believe it, but she searched the web to find it! And I was limiting myself to dictionaries. Guess I'm not that bright after all.Thanks, Mary! You're the best!Oh... you want to know what it means? Well... Okay...One entry found for eejitous.Main Entry: eejitousPronunciation: 'e-jE-tOsFunction: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108294192429687022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108294192429687022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294192429687022' title='eejitous defined'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108288085560671870</id><published>2004-04-25T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T02:19:58.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Week 64 I say ... and you think ... ? Elastic :: BandsIntervention :: drugsRisk :: gameJunk food :: Evil!Arrogance :: People who are chronically lateResponsibility :: kidsX :: MenMarshall :: FieldsKill :: BillBrother :: SisterJunk food is only evil because I can't have it anymore! And to me the epitome of arrogance is when someone keeps you waiting. Especially true of doctors who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108288085560671870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108288085560671870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108288085560671870' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108277652731964672</id><published>2004-04-23T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:20:00.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's' an odd little quiz</title><summary type='text'>I'm an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, tight as fuck, relatively well adjusted human being!See how compatible you are with me!Brought to you by Rum and MonkeyDoes anybody know what "eejitous" means? I can't seem to find it in any dictionary.Here's a fun little flash for you to check out. Everybody's like "shit, shit! WTF?"  It's The End of the World (as we know it).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108277652731964672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108277652731964672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277652731964672' title='Here&apos;s&apos; an odd little quiz'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108268410561371605</id><published>2004-04-22T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:41:22.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Headlines</title><summary type='text'>Recent Interesting (or just plain stupid) Headlines:Penis Explodes During Sex -  "I don't know what this couple were playing at, but there must have been tremendous pressure inside the penis to make this happen."Wow... That's gotta scare the hell outta ya. What on earth do you suppose caused that to happen? The Gay Rapper - OutKast's Andre 3000 summed up the mood of most rappers when he said: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108268410561371605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108268410561371605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268410561371605' title='Recent Headlines'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108249328639718899</id><published>2004-04-20T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:43:06.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>    Would you rather...1. Win the lottery or have a guarantee that your family would be together forever?My family will be together forever anway. We love each other, ya know! So, by default, I guess I'll have to take the lottery winnings.  2. Have a makeover for yourself or for a dear friend?Too easy. For a friend. I don't need a makeover for many reasons. I'm not all that hung up on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108249328639718899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108249328639718899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249328639718899' title='Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108245749446462749</id><published>2004-04-20T04:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T04:52:33.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sara</title><summary type='text'>My Dearest Sara,You are my first born. My only daughter and the light of my life. I have never for a single moment regretted having you. Your father I both learned how to love by loving you.As the first grandaughter, you were always everyone's favorite. Your intelligence and sense of responsibility still astound me. The drive that you have and your willingness to work for whatever you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108245749446462749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108245749446462749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108245749446462749' title='Happy Birthday Sara'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108239387532519968</id><published>2004-04-19T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:01:58.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>0tv.com - Guess My Name</title><summary type='text'>Are you the type of person that can look at someone and just know what their name is? Do you think people look like their names?Want to waste a few minutes? Need something to do everyday? Check out this quick game. 0tv.com - Guess My NameI usually get it on the first or second try, but sometimes it totally throws me off. How about you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108239387532519968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108239387532519968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239387532519968' title='0tv.com - Guess My Name'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108238828282953961</id><published>2004-04-19T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:37:07.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so early</title><summary type='text'>For some unknown reason I woke up at 5:30 this morning. What's worse, I actually got out of bed. I had intended to start working on the logos I need for my new sites. It's now almost 9:30 and I haven't even started. I read my mail, checked in with Bloglines, looked at some new web templates, browsed around for graphics, read the mail that came in while I was futzing around, noticed new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108238828282953961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108238828282953961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238828282953961' title='It&apos;s so early'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108226716731747458</id><published>2004-04-17T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:51:33.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could resist this one?</title><summary type='text'>What Is Your Battle Cry?Hark! Who is that, running over the freeway! It is Beth, hands clutching a vorpal blade! She  howls ominously:"I'm going to fuck you into the danger zone, and throw you out the window!!"Find out!Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?created by beatings : powered by monkeys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108226716731747458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108226716731747458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108226716731747458' title='Who could resist this one?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108226458038145930</id><published>2004-04-17T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:25:10.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'>Virginia:: WoolfSoft:: FluffyCarol:: Bob &amp; Carol &amp; Ted &amp; AliceVanity:: PlateFeminist:: Gloria SteinemAlias:: CriminalCoward:: Cowardly LionBeer:: Yuck! Tastes like panther piss. Chance:: LuckHonest:: TruthOkay, so those were my first thoughts on each word. Looking at them now, I can come up with bunches more. But the whole idea of the game is to put the first thing that pops into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108226458038145930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108226458038145930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108226458038145930' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108224265505610701</id><published>2004-04-17T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T17:01:36.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean jail? I just put on the wrong pants.</title><summary type='text'>ABC13.com: Wrong pair of pants lands suspect with more chargesI guess he was screwed no matter what he did. It seems that police in Nashville got a freebie with this guy. Kendrick Gibson was arrested on Thursday after not surrendering on a misdemeanor charge for driving with a suspended license.I guess Mr. Gibson just wasn't having a good day.Authorities went to Gibson's residence to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108224265505610701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108224265505610701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224265505610701' title='What do you mean jail? I just put on the wrong pants.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108213631885118650</id><published>2004-04-16T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:29:18.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy little bee</title><summary type='text'>I finally got around to registering a new domain and found a great deal on hosting. Less than $60/year for 600MB storage with 20GB transfer and the ability to host five domains. Add in the subdomains, pop email, easy to use control panel and Fantistico Deluxe and you've got a deal that's hard to beat!So, I'm going to be busy for a while playing with all the new tools I have and getting some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108213631885118650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108213631885118650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213631885118650' title='busy little bee'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108198416705202206</id><published>2004-04-14T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:14:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earworms</title><summary type='text'>You know how you get a song stuck in your head and it just won't leave? Those are called earworms and I've got one. It's not even the whole song. Just a little snippet of it swirling around in my head, over and over.I think I'm going to lose my mind!I've decided that the only effective way to rid yourself of an earworm is to give it someone else. Guess what? I'm giving it to you. I hope you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108198416705202206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108198416705202206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198416705202206' title='Earworms'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108189087143774214</id><published>2004-04-13T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T15:26:16.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.. I have another one for you</title><summary type='text'>The tobacco template that I was trying out wasn't a big hit with anyone, myself included. So.. that one has come down and a summer theme is up in it's place. I have a feeling it's going to be a while before i change this site, but at least I'm getting in some HTML practice!In other news... Using this site you can generate a map showing the states you've visited. There are also maps for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108189087143774214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108189087143774214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189087143774214' title='Okay.. I have another one for you'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108187968429038378</id><published>2004-04-13T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:15:10.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Straightness Now! LOL</title><summary type='text'>This just cracked me up.The author twists a basic right-wing thought process around and comes out with this brilliant satire!On The Flip Side...Richard Williams*, a former straight man, who is now involved in a long-term homosexual relationship, is speaking out against his former lifestyle. "It just didn't feel natural to me." He says. With the recent focus on gay rights, Mr. Williams felt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108187968429038378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108187968429038378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187968429038378' title='Stop Straightness Now! LOL'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108186375990868247</id><published>2004-04-13T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T07:50:21.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>Taxes:1. "Eek, I owe" or "Show me the money!"Show me the money! Although now that the kids are gone, it's not nearly as much as it used to be. I need more deductions!2. "Finished already" or "It isn't the 15th yet, so why rush?!"You're kidding, right? I got a refund. Mine were filed back in February, and my refund was in the bank less than two weeks later. Gotta love direct deposit! Really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108186375990868247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108186375990868247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186375990868247' title='Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108180395224562795</id><published>2004-04-12T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:11:09.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I so need this!</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what purpose a light-up bra serves, but I simply must have one! I haven't the faintest idea where I would wear it, but still, I must have it! They're so practical. So affordable. So well made. So comfortable. So easy to care for. Just look at what the site has to say:Our custom electronics are compact and well-suited to being hidden in small or tight-fitting garments, such as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108180395224562795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108180395224562795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180395224562795' title='I so need this!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108178435008948989</id><published>2004-04-12T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:48:24.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take a look at this....</title><summary type='text'>I've been playing with different looks for this blog, but I just can't decide which one to go with! So, I'm asking for your help. After all, you're the ones that get to stare at this page while you read. Anyway, I've set up a testing site here. Take a look and let me know if you prefer this look, (the red one with Mr. Death) or this look (let's call it tobacco). The one that isn't popular will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108178435008948989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108178435008948989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178435008948989' title='Please take a look at this....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108178177293841300</id><published>2004-04-12T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:00:06.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my goodness!</title><summary type='text'>While blogsurfing this morning I came upon another one of those silly quizes. This one was pretty amusing, so here goes:Take the Affliction Test Today!A Rum and Monkey disease.Thank you Bonnie for sharing!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108178177293841300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108178177293841300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178177293841300' title='oh my goodness!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108176024261967591</id><published>2004-04-12T02:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T03:17:20.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Duck, I love you.</title><summary type='text'>My Darling Eric,I need you to know how much I love you. You were always my little Ducky. The child I had on my own. You were mine and mine alone. You were my world. I'm so proud of the man you've become. You are sensitive, caring, intelligent, in short, everything I hoped you would be.Always everyone's favorite child, you were quick to give a hug whenever you felt one was needed. How often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108176024261967591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108176024261967591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176024261967591' title='Happy Birthday Duck, I love you.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108174393049599326</id><published>2004-04-11T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:30:49.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes relationships suck</title><summary type='text'>My ex-husband called me today. Recently his girlfriend broke up with him, shortly after they became engaged, and it's really tearing him apart. Now, maybe I'm biased, cause I really like my ex, but this woman sounds like a cunt to me. They had been dating for about three years. They seemed to be doing well, never fought, active in the local chapter of an organization they belong to, took trips </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108174393049599326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108174393049599326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174393049599326' title='sometimes relationships suck'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108171823204570152</id><published>2004-04-11T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T16:46:11.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Easter....</title><summary type='text'>... and Passover... and Spring. So, Happy Holiday to all for whatever you're celebrating these days. I realize I'm a bit late for Ostara, but hey, at least I remembered to mention it eventually.I have all kinds of thoughts swirling around in my head, and I'm sure eventually I'll get them formed into some sort of order so I can get them down on paper... er, online... for perusal and feedback. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108171823204570152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108171823204570152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171823204570152' title='It&apos;s Easter....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108166281890037072</id><published>2004-04-10T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:10:49.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><summary type='text'>A fun game of word association.Boxing:: Gloves Lewis:: and ClarkBodyguard:: SecurityBurnout:: or Fade AwayCruising:: the stripEaster:: SundayAA:: DavidResearch:: grant Redemption:: SinSnickers:: satisfies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108166281890037072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108166281890037072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166281890037072' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108166195873497526</id><published>2004-04-10T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:35:39.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It was February... </title><summary type='text'>... just another boring night. I was at the local dive bar hanging out with friends, drinking too much Jack, not doing anything in particular. I sat at the tall table and listened to the band, chatted a bit, laughed a lot. I excused myself to go to the ladies, and when I came back there was a man in my seat. He was kinda cute. Tall and lean, with a great smile. I wondered why I hadn't met him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108166195873497526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108166195873497526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166195873497526' title='It was February... '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108157748801064034</id><published>2004-04-09T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:22:06.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bloginality is ISTP!!!</title><summary type='text'>How funny is it that I stumbled upon this little quiz today? The very day I change the format of two of my three sites, and seriously considered changing the third. So, according to this quizlet, I am an ISTP. Here's the scoop:As an ISTP, you are Intraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving.This makes your primary focus on Introverted Thinking with Extraverted Sensing This is defined as a SP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108157748801064034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108157748801064034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157748801064034' title='My &lt;a href=&quot;http://bloginality.love-productions.com&quot;&gt;Bloginality&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href=&quot;http://bloginality.love-productions.com/istp.php&quot;&gt;ISTP&lt;/a&gt;!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108156497720962312</id><published>2004-04-09T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:46:47.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diet schmiet</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned earlier, I've been doing this low-carb thing on my doctors advice. Protein Power is the diet of choice. The last time I did this the weight just fell off me. This time, it's a bit more difficult. Of course, this would be easier if I had a bit more support on the home front. My husband does all the shopping and cooking for the family. He still makes potatoes and rice and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108156497720962312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108156497720962312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156497720962312' title='diet schmiet'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108153811159844945</id><published>2004-04-09T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:19:01.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying some new things...</title><summary type='text'>... over the next few days. Well, probably more than that. I'm trying some new looks for the blog. I'm looking for something somewhat original, without having to do any actual work on my own. So, I'll be running through some different templates looking for something that seems right. If you see one you love - or hate - drop a comment or an email and let me know. In the end, of course, it will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108153811159844945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108153811159844945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153811159844945' title='I&apos;m trying some new things...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108145714982470910</id><published>2004-04-08T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:02:33.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outback does it again</title><summary type='text'>I love the Outback Steakhouse. You can get a decent steak at a good price served by some of the friendliest people in town. All right.. I know it's a chain, but as chains go, it's a good one!This is the third time 	&lt;!-- Post 'Em Note "Note:" Start --&gt; ? Note:(hideOutback also sent food for the troops in June/2002 and January/2003add popup notes to your page | daily humor, jokes and funny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108145714982470910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108145714982470910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145714982470910' title='Outback does it again'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108144735686469644</id><published>2004-04-08T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T12:18:02.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Toys or Girl Toys?</title><summary type='text'>When my kids were little, they were pretty much permitted to play with whatever toys they wanted. My daughter was quite a tomboy and played with trucks and tools as well as the typical girl toys like dolls. Nobody cared that Sara was interested in trucks and digging in the dirt. After all, girls can grow up to do anything, be anything, they desire. We should encourage them to break out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108144735686469644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108144735686469644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144735686469644' title='Boy Toys or Girl Toys?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108138638973648425</id><published>2004-04-07T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T19:17:41.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>abortion on tv?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently Channel 4 in Britian will be showing a documentary about abortion. Included in this will be an actual abortion done at 4 weeks, as well as fetuses aborted at 10 and 21 weeks.Of course, we'll never see anything like this here in America. We are far too prudish and sensitive as a whole. Maybe it would be good for us to watch something like this. It would certainly give us all something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108138638973648425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108138638973648425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138638973648425' title='abortion on tv?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108131919889545873</id><published>2004-04-06T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:30:25.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got a little bored....</title><summary type='text'>... leave me alone with my computer and nothing to do and just look what happens. I made some buttons for those of you looking for something a little more exciting than a text link. Just look in the right hand column, below the blog links and you'll find them. If you want to use one to link to me, just grab a button, save it on your own server and link back to http://www.cadenas.blogspot.com. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108131919889545873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108131919889545873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131919889545873' title='So I got a little bored....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108127639717289259</id><published>2004-04-06T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:26:51.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>1. What are the last two movies you saw?Something's Gotta Give and The House of Sand and Fog2. What are the last two TV shows you saw?American Chopper and Family Business3. What are the last two items you purchased?Feather alternative mattress topper	&lt;!-- Post 'Em Note "mattress topper" Start --&gt; ? mattress topper(hide)Easily the best $50 I ever spent. This has made my bed so comfortable I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108127639717289259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108127639717289259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127639717289259' title='Todays Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108120596318382714</id><published>2004-04-05T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:03:07.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkroom memories</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid we had a darkroom in the basement. I loved watching photos develop. It amazed me. My dad would hand me the tongs and let me swish the paper in the tray. An image would appear. Faint, at first, growing more distinct as I immersed the paper in the solution. I was a magician, and the photographs were my trick. I would move them from the developer, to a bath, to the fixer... down the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108120596318382714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108120596318382714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120596318382714' title='Darkroom memories'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108114519408381265</id><published>2004-04-04T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:13:38.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a yearner... How about you?</title><summary type='text'>What position do you normally fall asleep in? According to Professor Chris Idzikowski, director of the Sleep Assessment and Advisory Service, your body position while you sleep can offer clues about your personality. Of the six positions studied, I come back as a Yearner. (I checked with my hubby to be sure I picked the right one.) This means I have an "open nature, but can be suspicious, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108114519408381265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108114519408381265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114519408381265' title='I&apos;m a yearner... How about you?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108110051910975195</id><published>2004-04-04T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:49:50.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up with Texas? </title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Texas prisons bar sexually explicit mail - Apr 4, 2004It seems that Texas prisons are now banning sexually explicit mail to their prisoners. I wonder who defines sexually explicit. If a wife writes to her husband and says "I can't wait till you get out and we can fuck like bunnies again." Is that sexually explicit? How about, "I dreamed you gave me a blow job last night." Does that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108110051910975195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108110051910975195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110051910975195' title='What is up with Texas? '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108106252884896559</id><published>2004-04-04T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:34:48.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we all just, like, read Plain English?</title><summary type='text'>The Plain English Campaign is a group that's fighting for public information to be written in plain English. With over 6,000 registered supporters in 70 countries they want the paperwork we deal with on a regular basis to be written in a language that most people will understand in a single reading. Sounds like a good idea to me.This quote was taken from a press release dated 23 March 2004. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108106252884896559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108106252884896559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106252884896559' title='Can&apos;t we all just, like, read Plain English?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108105486701528727</id><published>2004-04-03T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:35:19.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've had a change in the weather. </title><summary type='text'>It's been spring-like for weeks. Warm and sunny with temperatures in the 80s. I totally enjoyed it. Last night it all went to shit.  About 2:00 this morning I was awakened by a deafening clap of thunder. The entire house shook and I was sure we had been struck. A second later I was joined in bed by my dog Phredd. He wasn't frightened, of course, because he's a big dog and knows no fear. He was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108105486701528727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108105486701528727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105486701528727' title='We&apos;ve had a change in the weather. '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108097806700286267</id><published>2004-04-03T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:44:28.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Caleb, I love you</title><summary type='text'>Today my baby is 17. Happy Birthday Caleb. I hope your every wish and dream comes true. Here is the letter I wrote for you.My Dear Caleb,It's important that you know how much you mean to me, and how much I love you. You are my baby, the light in my world. You came into the world small (well, maybe not small - at 9 lbs. 11 oz. you were the largest baby in the nursery), blue and silent. When</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108097806700286267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108097806700286267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097806700286267' title='Happy Birthday Caleb, I love you'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108092829256417492</id><published>2004-04-02T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:37:31.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Messaging for everyone</title><summary type='text'>Okay... this made me giggle like an idiot. I don't know why. I also found a cool little IM program. Do any of you use AIM, Yahoo Messenger, MSN Messenger or ICQ? How about a combination of them? I have 2 (or is it 3?) names on AIM, one on Yahoo and one of MSN. By using Easy Message I have one small program that I can log into with all my messaging accounts! Here's some info from the page:a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108092829256417492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108092829256417492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092829256417492' title='Instant Messaging for everyone'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108085588677609742</id><published>2004-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:38:12.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Foolishness</title><summary type='text'>Marvin Gaye was shot and killed by his father during a family dispute, April 1st, 1984, one day short of his 45th birthday.Why do I know this little tid-bit? Beats me. I have a knack for remembering useless facts and trivia. Nothing anyone would ever really care to know. Want to know where the largest natural wood roller skating rink is? Boght Corners, NY. Guptill's is where I used to skate as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108085588677609742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108085588677609742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085588677609742' title='April Foolishness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108078114557105160</id><published>2004-03-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:38:54.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful warm fuzzies</title><summary type='text'>I got warm fuzzies today. I answered the phone and had the following conversation:Me: HelloYoung Lady: Is Eric there?Me: No, he's out with his friend Clint. Can I take a message?YL: Is this his mom?Me: YesYL: He loves you so much. We talk all the time and he's always saying, 'I love my mom.'"Awwww.. how sweet is that? My kid not only loves me, but he tells his friends that he loves me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108078114557105160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108078114557105160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108078114557105160' title='wonderful warm fuzzies'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108070825884929991</id><published>2004-03-30T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:40:02.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>chemo crap.. yes or no?</title><summary type='text'>I went in for my chemo today and my PICC line refused to work. We haven't been able to draw from it for a couple of months now, but it always infused "slicker than snot" to quote one of my nurses. Today it wouldn't infuse either. I've had it for over a year and that's a pretty long time for a catheter. My arm around the insertion point was a little red and puffy, so we pulled the line out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108070825884929991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108070825884929991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070825884929991' title='chemo crap.. yes or no?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108066548604231844</id><published>2004-03-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:41:26.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>This week's Tuesday Twosome:Driving:1. Rain or Snow? Rain2. Music from the radio or compact disc? Depends on my mood and where I am.3. Yellow light: "slow down" or "go faster" ? How far am I from the light?4. Freeway or feeder road? Freeway. Unless it's backed up.5. Road Rage: "what's that?" or "Heck yeah, and you better not get in my way!"Well, not rage exactly, but I do talk at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108066548604231844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108066548604231844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066548604231844' title='Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108059281770060361</id><published>2004-03-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:42:26.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaarrrrgghhh! </title><summary type='text'>Bureaucracy and red tape. Why does it fuck with me? According to the Social Security Administration I became disabled August 1, 2002. Even though I stopped working in October 2001, I wasn't diagnosed until I was hospitalized in August, so that's the date the government has decided to use. Sometime around April I finally got approved for Medicaid along with my SSI. Between August and April I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108059281770060361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108059281770060361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108059281770060361' title='Aaaarrrrgghhh! '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108053199064303484</id><published>2004-03-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:43:41.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things you don't care about...</title><summary type='text'>Okay. Everyone has one, so here's mine.100 Things About MeI...am a Scorpioam married to my third husbandhave three great kidsam still friends with my ex-husbandsam an ordained ministeram a paganhave my desk in the middle of the house so I don't miss anythingam a dog person (I have two)buy way too much stuff from The Pyramid Collectionalso buy tons of stuff from 10001173&amp;type=4&amp;subid=</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108053199064303484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108053199064303484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053199064303484' title='100 things you don&apos;t care about...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108049440894585737</id><published>2004-03-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:46:03.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He really was an asshole</title><summary type='text'>Gerry wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. He wasn't good looking, he didn't have a great sense of humor. Truth be told, he was quite an asshole. He was my best friend for almost 30 years. I met Gerry when I was about 10 years old. He was older than me by a couple of years. He came from one of those families where the kids grew up and moved in next door to their parents. He had about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108049440894585737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108049440894585737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049440894585737' title='He really was an asshole'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108041920502617862</id><published>2004-03-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:47:02.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Soldier needs your help</title><summary type='text'>I found an interesting site today. I was wandering around Backwash checking out some of the links people had submitted and came across the AnySoldier website. It's a great site and I encourage everyone to give what they can. Donate money, put together a care package, if you're broke - just send a letter. Let those kids know that you support them and the sacrifices they make. Let them know you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108041920502617862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108041920502617862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041920502617862' title='Any Soldier needs your help'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108032737337515079</id><published>2004-03-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:47:56.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Mike!</title><summary type='text'>We all agree that Bush can't be returned to the White House. Well, except for some of those ultra-right-wing-conservative-christian types, but who pays attention to them anyway? Bush was actually here in Albuquerque this morning telling us how much better the economy is and assuring us that things are getting better. Apparently unemployment in New Mexico is down 0.3% from a year ago! Wow! 0.3%! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108032737337515079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108032737337515079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032737337515079' title='I Like Mike!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108026535969035996</id><published>2004-03-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:46:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a Scorpio. (Also known as "Scorpion") My Horroscope starts like this: " Scorpios are highly dangerous, even at a distance. They cheat and lie, live for intrigue, and take pleasure in destroying. " (Read more | Find yours)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108026535969035996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108026535969035996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026535969035996' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108023844699669862</id><published>2004-03-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:49:12.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a urinal, it's a mouth, it's a sculpture..</title><summary type='text'>Take a look at this picture. It's a urinal. Do you find it offensive?  Apparently some people do. VirginAtlantic had planned on installing the Kisses Urinal in their JFK clubhouse. Well, not in the clubhouse, but in the male toilets there. Some people got so upset by this, NOW for example, that they backed down. You can read the story here. I think it's ridiculous. I find the urinal amusing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108023844699669862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108023844699669862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023844699669862' title='It&apos;s a urinal, it&apos;s a mouth, it&apos;s a sculpture..'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108014544607311433</id><published>2004-03-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:50:10.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in ghosts?</title><summary type='text'>I was stumbling around the web yesterday and I came across this site. Now, I believe in ghosts. I've even lived in a haunted house, but something about this just doesn't ring true for me. I'd love to know what you think.As for my experience with ghosts, it was a house in Schenectady, NY that was haunted. It was the mid-80s and my then-husband and I lived with my son, who was no more than 3 or 4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108014544607311433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108014544607311433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014544607311433' title='Do you believe in ghosts?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108006378172368206</id><published>2004-03-23T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:51:09.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Twosome</title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot! The Tuesday Twosome:Quick and straight to the point:1. "pop" or "soda"? soda2. chocolate or vanilla? chocolate (of course!)3. potato or rice? potato4. coffee or tea? tea5. cell phone or email? email</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108006378172368206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108006378172368206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006378172368206' title='Tuesday Twosome'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-108006084705853385</id><published>2004-03-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:51:48.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A morning glory?</title><summary type='text'>what's your inner flower?[c] sugardewRight... this is so me. I've never been what you would call a morning person. My friend Jenny used to spring out of bed in the morning chirping like a damn bird. That was the one thing I hated about visiting her. Well, that and the fact that she actually likes country music. Blech! But still, I love her. We've been friends forever. Polar opposites. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108006084705853385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/108006084705853385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006084705853385' title='A morning glory?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107997457023043966</id><published>2004-03-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:52:33.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost April. </title><summary type='text'>April is a busy month for my family. All three of my kids have birthdays. Sara will be 25, Eric will be 20 and Caleb, 17. They were all due on April first (Suprise! April Fools!) but fortunately, none of them came on time. Caleb was closest, he arrived on the third, Eric on the twelfth and Sara on the twentieth. Apparently, I can only successfully mate once a year. Stop counting, July is my hot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107997457023043966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107997457023043966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997457023043966' title='It&apos;s almost April. '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107983782603781208</id><published>2004-03-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:53:43.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Age and Your Virginity</title><summary type='text'>How old were you when you lost your virginity? I was 13. This apparently makes me quite a slut among my peers. Most of them were 16, 17 or older. I can't say I intended to lose my purity at such an early age. It wasn't planned or anything. Here's what happened.I was at the county fair. A group of us were there every day to show ponies and what have you. I had gone to get fried dough for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107983782603781208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107983782603781208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107983782603781208' title='Age and Your Virginity'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-1079753806422041</id><published>2004-03-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:54:25.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's donating to whom?</title><summary type='text'>Check out this link: Neighbor Search. It will allow you to find out what candidate your friends and neighbors are supporting. Just type in your address, hit search, and the political contributions of your neighbors will appear on your screen. You can also search by name if you want to find who a specific person supports. Henry Kissinger has donated a total of $3,000 to Bush. My neighbors are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/1079753806422041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/1079753806422041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#1079753806422041' title='Who&apos;s donating to whom?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107966011399845732</id><published>2004-03-18T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:55:00.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A pagan response...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I'll admit I stole this from someone else. It's just too good not to share! So, I'm standing at a bus stop and they pull up. A car load of well meaning, bible thumping nut cases that are just frantic! The middle aged professionally dressed woman rushes forward...she takes my arm and with trembling voice, she asks, "Have you found Jesus?" Her eyes plead with an urgency that is out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107966011399845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107966011399845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966011399845732' title='A pagan response...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107964991429061291</id><published>2004-03-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:56:02.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A chat with Carlos</title><summary type='text'>I did call Carlos yesterday and we had a nice chat. It was good to catch up with him, although his life hasn't changed much since the last time we spoke. He's still looking for the perfect woman. Well, let me clarify that. He's looking for the perfect woman for him. This would be a woman who's willing to do anything in the bedroom (and I do mean anything) while still being the sweet innocent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107964991429061291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107964991429061291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107964991429061291' title='A chat with Carlos'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107958397988152950</id><published>2004-03-17T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:56:52.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from Jay</title><summary type='text'>I was just reading JPDogma and his post for today is a bit scary. Jay's an intelligent man. Today he was talking about Nostradamus and revelations. He was talking about the start of WW3. He was talking about George W. Bush. I think maybe I should pay more attention. I don't think I'm as frightened as I should be. Here's a small sample from today's entry:This scares the shit out of me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107958397988152950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107958397988152950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958397988152950' title='A message from Jay'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107956093904503706</id><published>2004-03-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:57:14.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Happy St. Patrick's Day.</title><summary type='text'>I'm half Irish, so I suppose I should be out somewhere drinking green beer and celebrating the removal of the snakes from Ireland. I'm not. I'm sitting here wondering how it is that I've lost track of some great friends. As I mentioned earlier, I found some blogs from some former co-workers and through them actually got in touch with one of them. He suggested that I should call another friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107956093904503706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107956093904503706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956093904503706' title='Well, Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107933111861259031</id><published>2004-03-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:57:51.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Marriage... Yes or No?</title><summary type='text'>I received this in an email today and it's just too good not to share.I'm not certain the original sender recognized it as satire, but I found it amusing. Here goes:12 Reasons why Gay marriage should not be allowed.  1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.  2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107933111861259031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107933111861259031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107933111861259031' title='Gay Marriage... Yes or No?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107932330981662354</id><published>2004-03-14T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:23:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a short note tonight.I was going through some of the blogs I read on a semi-regular basis so I could link to them from here. In the process I stumbled upon a blog by a former co-worker. This led to another and yet another. I ended up spending hours reading and getting caught up with them. I've linked to them all over there on the right. Spend some time with these blogs. I'm quite sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107932330981662354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107932330981662354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932330981662354' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107919520198184115</id><published>2004-03-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:58:24.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more for the list</title><summary type='text'>Well, the results are in. I have diabetes. As the doctor said, this is just one more thing to add to my list. The worst part is, the Prednisone that I take for my Polymyositis is what causes diabetes. Another of the lovely side-effects of steroids that nobody bothers to tell you about. I've been on Predinisone for about 18 months now. The good news is that I won't need medication to treat it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107919520198184115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107919520198184115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919520198184115' title='One more for the list'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107898291061450117</id><published>2004-03-10T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:58:56.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>flat... just flat...</title><summary type='text'>I started on Lexapro. It's an anti-depressant. It wasn't my decision. My husband and my doctor sort of ganged up on me. Apparently, depression is common among people with chronic illness, and I had a couple of bad days a few weeks ago. Doesn't everyone have a day when they just burst into tears for no apparent reason? Well, I did. And my husband mentioned it to my doctor, and before I knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107898291061450117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107898291061450117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898291061450117' title='flat... just flat...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107885200821061384</id><published>2004-03-09T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:59:53.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love that this family never divorces it's children"</title><summary type='text'>That's what she said to me. Sara is nearly 25 years old now. Her father and I divorced before she was 5. I've since been married twice more and had two more children. It took me a minute to understand just what she was saying.Sara, like many of us, is surrounded by people damaged by divorce. Many of her friends come from divorced or never married parents. The difference is that many of these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107885200821061384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107885200821061384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885200821061384' title='&quot;I love that this family never divorces it&apos;s children&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107884672955140832</id><published>2004-03-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:05:48.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumblin' around</title><summary type='text'>StumbleUpon Testimonials: "During every period in human history we discover a means to alter our mental states that is so powerfully addictive it destroys millions of lives: opium, absinthe, crack cocaine, Tetris  and let's not forget that Solitaire game that comes with Windows. I must warn you that to read any further might place your sanity at such a risk. OK. You were warned. Here is a link to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107884672955140832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107884672955140832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884672955140832' title='Stumblin&apos; around'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107861993252451472</id><published>2004-03-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:06:41.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so tired.</title><summary type='text'>Of everything.. of being sick.. of life.. of putting up with stupid people...Sometimes I don't think that I'll ever recover from these illnesses. I mean, I know there's no cure for what I have. That's been clear from the start, so I guess I don't quite understand why they keep trying to improve things. The doctors seem quite upset that my body is so resistant to treatment. I figure if I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107861993252451472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107861993252451472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861993252451472' title='I&apos;m just so tired.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107840811556694090</id><published>2004-03-04T06:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:07:04.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My family loves with food. </title><summary type='text'> That's the only reason I can come up with. I'm sure they don't mean to sabotage my diet. I went on the whole low carb/high protein thing on the advice of my doctor. He's been eating this way for years, as have most of the nurses down at ACOP. He told me my blood work shows that I'm carbohydrate intolerant and that I should just cut them out. I did it. It was really hard for the first few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107840811556694090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107840811556694090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840811556694090' title='My family loves with food. '/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107824749837123992</id><published>2004-03-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:07:55.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling some runes</title><summary type='text'>I pulled some stones and this is what I got. First thing in the morning... sort of a guide to my day, perhaps?Gebo - Connection, Gift, Exchange, Interaction, BalanceFehu - Prosperity, Mobile Wealth, Abundance, Fertility, CreativityRaido - Circular Flow, Rythm, Movement, Travel, Progression, JourneyI'm not going to get into my interpretation of this reading. I think you can get the idea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107824749837123992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107824749837123992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824749837123992' title='Pulling some runes'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107812192979614290</id><published>2004-02-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:08:51.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwash</title><summary type='text'>My other great blogging community.. so much more than just a blog! Check it out, I'm sure you'll love it. Please join me at Backwash.com so I can add you to my group of friends. By joining, you can keep track of your friends, post detailed profiles with photos, flatter your friends, send private and instant messages, get birthday reminders and send e-cards, share your favorite links with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107812192979614290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107812192979614290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107812192979614290' title='Backwash'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107811333613170346</id><published>2004-02-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:32:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I did warn you! LOLHeart of Crystal What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107811333613170346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107811333613170346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811333613170346' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107810446311423528</id><published>2004-02-29T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:32:46.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can I say? I'm becoming addicted to these silly quizes!Brief summary of your name: ElizabethYour name of Elizabeth gives you a very idealistic but passive outlook on life. You appreciate music, drama, and the arts and could excel in these fields. You desire culture and all the comforts of life but you are inclined to daydream and not bring your ideas to fulfilment. Although you would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107810446311423528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107810446311423528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810446311423528' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107808650325798200</id><published>2004-02-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:33:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I reach into my bag of stones today my mind is blank. I have no expectations, nothing I'm looking for, no answers to seek. Let's see what the stones have to say about my life right now. WunjoJoy, Pleasure, Hope, DelightWell that certainly bodes well. Wunjo normally brings with it good fortune, joy and reward. Sounds like something I could use right now. I wonder where my good fortune will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107808650325798200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107808650325798200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107808650325798200' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107796499190816313</id><published>2004-02-28T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:09:48.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can he possibly be serious?</title><summary type='text'>Civilization Watch - February 15, 2004 - Homosexual "Marriage" and Civilization - The Ornery AmericanWow.. when I first read this article I thought it had to be satire. Nobody in their right mind could actually think this way. But, the more I read, the more I realized this was actually a look in to this man's mind. I scared me. Deeply. That anyone could be so ignorant and still be allowed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107796499190816313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107796499190816313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796499190816313' title='Can he possibly be serious?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107792279227932332</id><published>2004-02-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:34:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    YELLOWYou are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.Find out your color at Quiz Me!Yep, that's me. Especially the smart and great sense of humor parts!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107792279227932332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107792279227932332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792279227932332' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107784123566632910</id><published>2004-02-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:10:37.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Health, Wealth &amp; Happiness</title><summary type='text'>The basic triple-whammy of wishes. Every birthday candle, shooting star, coin in a foutain, wishing well.. whatever. Every wish I've made for as long as I can remember has been for health, wealth &amp; happiness. It got me thinking.. are they all really necessary? I mean, do they tie in together.. is it possible to happy without having good health? How about money? Can I find happiness on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107784123566632910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107784123566632910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784123566632910' title='Health, Wealth &amp; Happiness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107777437264269510</id><published>2004-02-25T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:11:24.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 things</title><summary type='text'>10 15 (not very interesting) things about me My desk is squarely in the middle of the house, so I don't miss anything I have 3 children that are all more grown-up than I am According to my doctor I am a "walking petrie dish" I've been married 3 times I remain married to husband #3 I have two big, black and fuzzy dogs I love soft flannel sheets on my bed I get along with both my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107777437264269510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107777437264269510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777437264269510' title='15 things'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107765819310455898</id><published>2004-02-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:30:44.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just pulling a rune</title><summary type='text'>I reached into my bag of runes today, looking for some clue as to how the day would go.. or maybe just hoping for some help in understanding how today was going. I don't really know what I was looking for. Reassurance? Guidance? Confirmation? I guess it doesn't really matter. This is what my fingers grasped: Perth. The dice cup. Divination. Casting lots. FateSo, just how does this fit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107765819310455898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107765819310455898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765819310455898' title='Just pulling a rune'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107759935392605563</id><published>2004-02-23T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:30:02.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How does this stuff work?</title><summary type='text'>GLAD Press 'n Seal WrapIs anyone else freaked out by this stuff?I mean, one has to wonder exactly what makes this stuff stick to almost any surface. And, if it sticks to the container, isn't it also sticking to my food?I went in search of answers... and I found them. This is taken from the FAQ at the Glad site:Q. What gives Glad Press 'n Seal™ wrap its sealing qualities?A. It uses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107759935392605563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107759935392605563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759935392605563' title='How does this stuff work?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107757208812828365</id><published>2004-02-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:28:10.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schadenfreude</title><summary type='text'>scha·den·freu·de Pronunciation: 'shä-d&amp;n-"froi-d&amp;Function: nounUsage: often capitalizedEtymology: German, from Schaden damage + Freude joy: enjoyment obtained from the troubles of others Schadenfreude. Lately I've been seeing this word a lot. I mean everywhere. I must have seen it at least 5 times just this past week. It's not that the word is all that common. Of course, the act of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107757208812828365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107757208812828365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757208812828365' title='Schadenfreude'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521465.post-107751910310313638</id><published>2004-02-22T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:27:29.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the beginning...</title><summary type='text'>::deep breath::Okay, here goes.First, I might as well tell you a bit about me. My name is Beth. I'm 43 and have 3 children, 2 ex-husbands and a wonderful man I'm married to now. You'll be hearing a lot about my family. I'm actually considering putting together a "cast of characters" area just to help you keep everyone straight. Oh, and I have two dogs. They're looking at me right now, just to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107751910310313638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521465/posts/default/107751910310313638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadenas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751910310313638' title='This is the beginning...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15704136924093570461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://casacadenas.com/graphics/bethcloseup.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
