<?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-857095584701792233</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:00:26.463-05:00</updated><category term='5/15/2010 12:00 PM'/><category term='11/25/2009'/><category term='12/12/09 Corrected 12:40AM'/><title type='text'>What Can We Learn?</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a Realtor for Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate in Jupiter, Florida. I started listing and selling in "1999" and work with my sister, Linda Eidson and brother-in-law, Joe Eidson. Most of what I write pertains to our business lives and sometimes my dogs for the funny side at times. They love to stick their noses where they don't belong and bring much joy to our lives and I hope it will yours as well. Thanks for taking your time to read this Blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-119310813253114215</id><published>2010-09-20T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:13:49.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First B Positive!</title><content type='html'>I remember one of the recording calls, SOC offers said it's better to get a yes or no, at least it's a definite answer. Quit chasing down maybes, as they can be your biggest time waster. Let them come to you. Someone, at our Real Estate office, threw away a Zig Ziglar CD training pack. I saw it on a shelf for the taking.... so it got taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's not brand new the concept is the same. He talks about Auto sales but that was his Niche. I am listening for the positive points which are there 4 sure. Today in my car, I started to listen to it and WOW, he is a powerful speaker. My first time listening to the Zig man. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said today on CD 1, let go of all the negative in your life, people who pull you down and stay away from negative thoughts. Don't let someone else steal your dreams...People are everywhere to be talked to and are looking for positive ways to make a living. You are worthy to be paid whatever you believe you are worth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I learned a long time ago to set realistic goals and First B positive!...Hope you see it's seriously good stuff so far!! :)) Part ll soon..... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-119310813253114215?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/119310813253114215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-b-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/119310813253114215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/119310813253114215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-b-positive.html' title='First B Positive!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2829235965927378762</id><published>2010-09-19T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:18:01.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great, ZZZZZZ, Cover Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TJX5o5StWaI/AAAAAAAAByM/IHEhWi3bpWw/s1600/Hey+quit+hoggin+the+covers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TJX5o5StWaI/AAAAAAAAByM/IHEhWi3bpWw/s200/Hey+quit+hoggin+the+covers.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hey Izzy, scoot over and quit hogging the covers. For a small dog you sure take up most of them."&lt;br /&gt;"Check&amp;nbsp;it out Bobo, You just gave me a great idea! We could start up a&amp;nbsp;biz and call it the great cover up.We could take our bones and hide them so that we could chew them under cover, crunch, crunch, crunch."&lt;br /&gt;" Izzy, that's a&amp;nbsp;bite noisy but you may just be on to something that just&amp;nbsp;might work out. We can keep the noise down by using the cushions from the couch."&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, what a genius you are."&lt;br /&gt;"What a great way to start up a business at home. No overhead, except the covers over our heads. Arf, arfin funny, huh?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Let's start tomorrow and take a Break today."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We deserve it. We will be pawing our way to a successful under cover biz."&lt;br /&gt;"We need to get our first customer and we'll be on our way."&lt;br /&gt;"We'll network the neighborhood first, pass the bark around&amp;nbsp;through the fences, and get our Dawgs in the hood to help us."&lt;br /&gt;"Great Idea. Let's rest up until then. zzzzzzzzzzz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TJYSdmwS62I/AAAAAAAAByc/MePYC5tZOgY/s1600/zzzzzzzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TJYSdmwS62I/AAAAAAAAByc/MePYC5tZOgY/s200/zzzzzzzzzz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Izzy, are you sleeping? That's&amp;nbsp;the thing about her, she gets a great idea and then falls off to, zzzzzzzzzzz."&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, Izzy? Where are they today? Oh look how cute. There they are,&amp;nbsp;sleeping &amp;nbsp;peacefully about who knows what dog's dream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dreaming about finding your next home?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Use your Realtor.&amp;nbsp;Don't have one, contact The Eidson Team at: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's EZ with the Eidson Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2829235965927378762?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2829235965927378762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-zzzzzz-cover-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2829235965927378762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2829235965927378762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-zzzzzz-cover-up.html' title='The Great, ZZZZZZ, Cover Up!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TJX5o5StWaI/AAAAAAAAByM/IHEhWi3bpWw/s72-c/Hey+quit+hoggin+the+covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1846136020797618992</id><published>2010-09-14T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:32:12.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOC It To Me, Baby and Make it a Happy Day...What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TI9dPVt2kEI/AAAAAAAABxs/5OdXyBUtMvQ/s1600/Project1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TI9dPVt2kEI/AAAAAAAABxs/5OdXyBUtMvQ/s320/Project1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember, the show Rowan and Martin's Laugh in? I will never forget how the little wooden door panels would open up and each comedian and or person would say something funny and it&amp;nbsp;would go to the next one with a smile, giggle, hysterical laughter or a plain face stand up comic.&amp;nbsp;Can you just see them doing that as I write about it in your&amp;nbsp;mind? Dan Rowan, Dick Martini, Judie Carn, Goldie Hawn, Lily&amp;nbsp;put her hand in her blouse and grunt Tomlin, One ringie dingie, two ringie dingies, grunt grunt and so on and so on. The old man and lady on the bench in the park. He would always hum towards the bench slowly,&amp;nbsp;try to&amp;nbsp;pick her up, and she would knock him right out&amp;nbsp;with her purse. Literally, he would fall straight down on his face. That was comedy..... Did you catch the Dick Martini, I wrote earlier, just to see if you were paying attention. Stir that up, for all you critckets, Oh Jimminie,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;mean critics,&amp;nbsp;that said the show would never make it. It was on at the same time as the most popular show on TV at the time. Do you know what TV program was? A clue for you. It was on ABC, had a cast of a different variety of people, that remind me of the good ole Juke box, hamburger and ice cream shop. I have already given you the answer but you can suffer a little bit longer if that didn't do it for you. I have a picture of a vehicle, that will give it away for you, but it's not the same one that was used on the show. It's the picture on this page, silly. The only one.&amp;nbsp;If you still don't have the show, I give up on you and me, for&amp;nbsp;giving it away. Okay, I know come out with it and let's all go back to happier days and times. I love Lucy. No...duh heads....it's Happy Days!! The&amp;nbsp;Fonzie, Cunnigham's, Richie, Cha Chi, Ralph Mouth, need I go on? Wow, I can't believe how much your mind remembers when you go back to those times. I think I was in my teens for sure. Let's think about some good things today that will make you smile. I can think of a lot of things other than T.V. shows that will bring a smile to&amp;nbsp;my face,&amp;nbsp;but for now don't change the station, I'm still smiling.....:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a change of&amp;nbsp;channel and are tuned in to purchase or sell a home: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1846136020797618992?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1846136020797618992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/soc-it-to-me-baby-and-make-it-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1846136020797618992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1846136020797618992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/soc-it-to-me-baby-and-make-it-happy.html' title='SOC It To Me, Baby and Make it a Happy Day...What?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TI9dPVt2kEI/AAAAAAAABxs/5OdXyBUtMvQ/s72-c/Project1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1838039028312121196</id><published>2010-09-12T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:29:38.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Voice Inside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIzrIdxSNYI/AAAAAAAABxU/R03yUNR5bN0/s1600/What%27s+that.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIzrIdxSNYI/AAAAAAAABxU/R03yUNR5bN0/s200/What%27s+that.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You ever have that moment when something tugs at you so strong you can't hold back. That's the inner voice inside you. Do you ever want to call a friend or someone you haven't heard from in a while?&amp;nbsp;You think about it and then it passes. A few days later,&amp;nbsp;the phone rings or you are out at the park and about, and there is the same person you had just been thinking about.&amp;nbsp;The inner voice inside you and them. They will usually say something to you that sounds like, "hey I was just thinking about you the other day or I&amp;nbsp;had a dream about you." Like Izzy in this picture after something&amp;nbsp;woke her up. She has that look like what was that? That's the inner voice, or in Izzy's case, the inner bark, inside her. Lol&amp;nbsp; Just had to do it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's pretty cool. Don't ignore it because you never know when your inner voice is trying to tell you something. Listen to it, let it out, so you don't miss out on what it&amp;nbsp;might bring for you. It could be just&amp;nbsp;what you may need right now. You might be sitting down&amp;nbsp;as your inner voice&amp;nbsp;speaks to you, about&amp;nbsp;what you are now reading. Just don't talk back to it, that's a different type of inner voice,&amp;nbsp;we don't want to deal with now or ever. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIzwBbYqIcI/AAAAAAAABxk/4Yh6DkP49io/s1600/Eidson+Team+Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIzwBbYqIcI/AAAAAAAABxk/4Yh6DkP49io/s320/Eidson+Team+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe your inner voice is thinking about buying or selling. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's EZ with the Eidson Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1838039028312121196?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1838039028312121196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/inner-voice-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1838039028312121196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1838039028312121196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/inner-voice-inside.html' title='The Inner Voice Inside!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIzrIdxSNYI/AAAAAAAABxU/R03yUNR5bN0/s72-c/What%27s+that.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6403632328523861506</id><published>2010-09-11T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:01:53.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11, Remembering.......</title><content type='html'>9/11 brought about a true story&amp;nbsp;we have followed for the last 9 years and have&amp;nbsp;not been able to forget the ones that were involved which might as well have been&amp;nbsp;all of us. I don't know anyone, who doesn't know someone, who's life was not&amp;nbsp;affected by&amp;nbsp;this horrible tragedy.&amp;nbsp; How many people got a call from someone that day that was in or out of those buildings to&amp;nbsp;say an I love you and or a possible good bye.&amp;nbsp;All we want to do is try and understand what happened that day and we can ask all the whys in the world but will&amp;nbsp; never get all the answers. We were affected that day by people we knew, or didn't know and&amp;nbsp;glued ourselves surrounded by friends and loved ones to our TV sets. It was as if we were right there amongst the chaos, smoke clouds, sirens, screaming&amp;nbsp;and the drama that never seemed to stop that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real monsters were the&amp;nbsp;terrorists that took the time and plotted out something so cruel and devious we can't even&amp;nbsp;comprehend it or believe something like that could have happened. Imagine they flew&amp;nbsp;our own American airplanes,&amp;nbsp;which were hijacked&amp;nbsp;and rammed one on each&amp;nbsp;side of the twin towers building in a way that took the building down to the depths of the earth. Literally bringing 2,752 people to their death. It's just too much to wrap our small heads around, even today, as we take a moment to remember those that lost their lives and the ones that lived through the disaster and emotional trauma of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to be said about the victims, their families and who can think of anyone who wasn't affected by this terrible tragedy? We must also not forget the heroes of the day that stepped up to risk their lives to save others. The ones that died to help others to live, and the ones that lived helping others to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 30 minutes of two planes hitting the World Trade Center twin towers, the Pentagon was struck by American Airlines Flight 77 another hi jacked plane a Boeing 757. 125 people that went to work just like every other day did not make it out of the building, The impact was so strong they weren't really sure what it was until they went to help the people that were still alive and trying to get out of the building. More smoke and ash that covered the area made it difficult to get to the ones that were left inside waiting for a rescue or to take their last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this was happening the news announced yet one final plane Flight 93 hijacked over Pennsylvania.&amp;nbsp; They took their cell phones to say their last thoughts of love, to report what was happening, and their final farewells. The passengers that courageously got together&amp;nbsp;and allowed themselves to fight for a victory that was won and lost by their heroic actions. They&amp;nbsp;took out the ones that could have taken out more lives than their own. 40 people gave up their lives on that flight that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lessons have we learned from all of this? We may never know, but we can continue to watch over each other, with special love and care.They were reading each and every persons name today and I thought, we may never have known these people, but they most certainly have become more than just a name. They have become a part of our lives&amp;nbsp;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6403632328523861506?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6403632328523861506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/911-remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6403632328523861506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6403632328523861506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/911-remembering.html' title='9/11, Remembering.......'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3996391481329344169</id><published>2010-09-06T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:45:54.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just didn't bargain on this book and this ending......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIT01OgbadI/AAAAAAAABw8/o4NYAh23NE4/s1600/Bathroom+Book+lll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIT01OgbadI/AAAAAAAABw8/o4NYAh23NE4/s320/Bathroom+Book+lll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Really now? What do you do on a rainy day? I say, if you are without a headache, read&amp;nbsp;a good book. If you have the headache, take a nap and put a cold press on it. It relaxes you. Just don't forget to take the cold press off or&amp;nbsp;you become a cold numbed area, that falls asleep, you awake and your muscles are aching all over, you&amp;nbsp;now have a kinked neck and&amp;nbsp;a stronger head ache, with more added problems to the mix.&amp;nbsp;You have just&amp;nbsp;made yourself a cold blend of sleep deprivation. Now you try to watch TV to keep your mind off everything. You barely pull yourself up to get a glass of water and a&amp;nbsp;few Advil that you hope will take the edge off the pain. You forgot you switched your bottle of Advil to a bottle of exlax and end up on the porcelain seat for a few hours emptying out your life's end results. While you are sitting there, you remember&amp;nbsp;a book you left on the sink, next to the place you have ended up at. Well, you're actually reading&amp;nbsp;a book now, but not exactly the one you wanted. You&amp;nbsp;realize, hey, your headache is&amp;nbsp;gone&amp;nbsp;and forgotten. Who cares what book&amp;nbsp;you're reading.&amp;nbsp;It feels good&amp;nbsp;you have one to read but(t) you didn't expect to end up&amp;nbsp;where you're at, either.&amp;nbsp;You're awake though,&amp;nbsp;doing what you wanted, reading a&amp;nbsp;book.You&amp;nbsp;didn't bargain&amp;nbsp;on having&amp;nbsp;the two endings, either. One, from the book, and we won't even talk about the other...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3996391481329344169?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3996391481329344169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-didnt-bargain-on-this-book-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3996391481329344169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3996391481329344169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-didnt-bargain-on-this-book-and.html' title='Just didn&apos;t bargain on this book and this ending......'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TIT01OgbadI/AAAAAAAABw8/o4NYAh23NE4/s72-c/Bathroom+Book+lll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6129894088745517880</id><published>2010-05-31T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:52:16.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TAMFpv-4U5I/AAAAAAAABtY/ngH-X-UhCrM/s1600/Izzy+at+Attention.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TAMFpv-4U5I/AAAAAAAABtY/ngH-X-UhCrM/s200/Izzy+at+Attention.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Izzy and Bobo,&amp;nbsp;took the time out today for Veterans day to stand at attention, to take a moment of silence for all the soldiers&amp;nbsp;that have risked and&amp;nbsp;lossed their&amp;nbsp;lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TAQoT-bMdGI/AAAAAAAABtg/mpwh1xDZXH8/s1600/Boboat+attention.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TAQoT-bMdGI/AAAAAAAABtg/mpwh1xDZXH8/s200/Boboat+attention.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't matter what branch of service, our soldiers&amp;nbsp;served in,&amp;nbsp;they were&amp;nbsp;in a&amp;nbsp;life and death situation. I am truly grateful to all that served in any way to help keep our country safe. Even if you don't believe in war, at least&amp;nbsp;take a moment to remember, all that died and served our country. We must feel&amp;nbsp;a respect for them just knowing they took the time out of their lives to&amp;nbsp;do what our country wanted and needed them to do. Please take a moment and Remember them all. I know my family will.&amp;nbsp;Definitely a day to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6129894088745517880?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6129894088745517880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6129894088745517880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6129894088745517880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/TAMFpv-4U5I/AAAAAAAABtY/ngH-X-UhCrM/s72-c/Izzy+at+Attention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3709936808155489483</id><published>2010-05-26T19:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:04:28.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Use GPS For Dummies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_2jVnEVtpI/AAAAAAAABtI/5SUEtBV4Z-k/s1600/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_2jVnEVtpI/AAAAAAAABtI/5SUEtBV4Z-k/s200/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Car.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a Realtor, in Jupiter, Fl. that was driving people around, last Sunday, to purchase a home in Port St. Lucie. Being, I didn't know the area all that well, I brought my GPS with me, that my partners helped me program the route. When I got to the place, to pick the couple up&amp;nbsp;to take out, there were too many people, and they&amp;nbsp;decided to follow me. Like Bobo&amp;nbsp; and Izzy, in the picture, we couldn't all fit in the one car. They had too many people, wanting to go look at houses, so the mother took the children home. We ended up, with&amp;nbsp;just the&amp;nbsp;husband and wife,&amp;nbsp;looking for a home.This is a true story. &lt;br /&gt;I said to the husband, "I have my GPS and could use some help while driving.' He did agree, he would manage it for me, and&amp;nbsp;I said, "&amp;nbsp;it's for dummies." The wife said, "what did you say?." I said , "it's for dummies." She retorted back, "Lois, my husband's not a dummy and I said, "no the name of the GPS is&amp;nbsp;for dummies." She said, "well that could be debatable, he sometimes does some dumb things, but he's still no dummy."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I said, "I guess you didn't hear me the GPS&amp;nbsp;device is really called&amp;nbsp;GPS for Dummies." Now she got it. She laughed so hard, she started to cry, and so did her husband. You know that belly laugh when you can't stop. She's pregnant with twins and they were moving back and forth in her belly like they were laughing too. What a great way to start off looking for a home.Use GPS for dummies. Good way to break the ice, and it did get us to every place we needed to go. We all laughed about being a car load of dummies. &lt;br /&gt;Need to buy or sell a home, use a Realtor. If you don't have one. Click here; &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3709936808155489483?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3709936808155489483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/use-gps-for-dummies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3709936808155489483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3709936808155489483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/use-gps-for-dummies.html' title='Use GPS For Dummies!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_2jVnEVtpI/AAAAAAAABtI/5SUEtBV4Z-k/s72-c/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4729816031193084593</id><published>2010-05-23T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:12:57.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN HOUSE 1 TO 3.....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Divosta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Condo/Townhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Open&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;House 1:00-3:00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 6262 Monticello Terrace, Hobe Sound, Fl. 33455&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_ku5WrCt7I/AAAAAAAABsg/tddz-HsFfLo/s1600/6262+temp.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_ku5WrCt7I/AAAAAAAABsg/tddz-HsFfLo/s200/6262+temp.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Knock Knock........Who's there?..........Realtor........Realtor Who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Real tour of the Townhouse awaiting your&amp;nbsp;viewing ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; See visual tour at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; and click on open houses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One year buyer warranty! Beautifully maintained. Light and bright Divosta CBS end villa with expansive screened-in lanai and 8x6 storage shed. Split-plan with spacious great room, mirrored walls, vaulted ceilings, built-in wall unit, breakfast bar and so much more&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Linda and Joe Eidson will be at the townhouse today and are waiting to walk you through the Courtyard to see this great prize of a price at $124,900. Another, Coldwell Banker listing, priced to sell! Our office is located at 902 S. US Hwy 1, Jupiter, Fl. 33477.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_kz3Yqi1MI/AAAAAAAABs4/Td9h9O786Lk/s1600/CB+Banker+Office.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_kz3Yqi1MI/AAAAAAAABs4/Td9h9O786Lk/s200/CB+Banker+Office.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4729816031193084593?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4729816031193084593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-house-1-to-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4729816031193084593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4729816031193084593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-house-1-to-3.html' title='OPEN HOUSE 1 TO 3.....'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S_ku5WrCt7I/AAAAAAAABsg/tddz-HsFfLo/s72-c/6262+temp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5417861519144678453</id><published>2010-05-15T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:27:25.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5/15/2010 12:00 PM'/><title type='text'>Always Plan First So Others Will Participate.</title><content type='html'>We all work very hard and sometimes need to take a break in our schedule. If you don't have the means to travel, fix yourself a meal that relates to an area you would go to, and imagine yourself being there. If you decide to invite friends, to go on your trip, be creative with your outing and check with them first. Act as if you are getting ready to go and dress up for whatever the weather would be. If you live in Florida and decide on Alaska you are going to need alot of ice or dry ice to make it effective. Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Try to keep it reasonable but make it fun. Talk as if you are already there and the way the surrounding area looks. Discuss how much you are going to do that day and who will be there with you to enjoy it. Bring a few magazines that show the area and cut them out. Hang up some pictures to make the place come alive. It may sound silly to you but it beats not going anywhere at all. Try it one day and have everyone add their touches to the atmosphere they want to create. Use music in the background that will make&amp;nbsp;the mood come alive.&amp;nbsp;There are so many different ways to make it a fun day for you, your family and friends. Make sure you plan it out with everyone involved so they will all be ready to participate in the fun of it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-08HT_wB2I/AAAAAAAABrY/3pjqsBLx8V4/s1600/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-08HT_wB2I/AAAAAAAABrY/3pjqsBLx8V4/s200/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+036.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-07poghr8I/AAAAAAAABrI/J8lxrVd-xBc/s1600/Come+out+and+be+positive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-07poghr8I/AAAAAAAABrI/J8lxrVd-xBc/s200/Come+out+and+be+positive.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's Izzy trying to get Bobo ready to do a doggie camping trip. First she has to try and get Bobo out of the sleeping bag so they can set up what they need to do to get ready.She first is using her mouth to get him to come out of the bag first. She is really trying to get Bobo moving. Izzy goes in to try and motivate Bobo to join her in what&amp;nbsp;she wants to do on their imagination vacation. Bobo is almost ready to come out but decides he doesn't want&amp;nbsp;to pawticipate with Izzy's idea.&amp;nbsp;Izzy has spent alot of her time to try and get him to&amp;nbsp;do this but he won't budge.&amp;nbsp;She should have made plans with Bobo first. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-7KaA-xBAI/AAAAAAAABrg/ymAijs8ZL4w/s1600/Nighty_Night_Little_Izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-7KaA-xBAI/AAAAAAAABrg/ymAijs8ZL4w/s200/Nighty_Night_Little_Izzy.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5417861519144678453?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5417861519144678453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/always-plan-first-so-others-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5417861519144678453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5417861519144678453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/always-plan-first-so-others-will.html' title='Always Plan First So Others Will Participate.'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-08HT_wB2I/AAAAAAAABrY/3pjqsBLx8V4/s72-c/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2522544536411112104</id><published>2010-05-09T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:01:07.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All That's It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-bYlMSlUCI/AAAAAAAABqo/giQO8GslYKY/s1600/Bobo+and+Izzy+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-bYlMSlUCI/AAAAAAAABqo/giQO8GslYKY/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+052.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all moms in one way or another. I have 2 pets named Bobo and Izzy that I feel so much love for and I know they love me. I have to take care of them like they are my little babies. They rely on me for everything. I love this photo seeing my babies&amp;nbsp;cuddled up together on their favorite blanket, with their squirrel toy and their tastiest bone.&amp;nbsp;So much love fills my heart when I see them together like this.&amp;nbsp;I get so much love in return.This is what it's all about.&amp;nbsp;That's all that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do that for your mom today. Just show her how much you love her. Show your love any way you know how. Remember, You only have them for as long as they are here so&amp;nbsp;make the best of it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I remember reading a story about a mom that found one of her children's old handmade gift certificates that read, I love you Mom. I can never make up for all you have done for me. All&amp;nbsp;I could think to do was&amp;nbsp; write&amp;nbsp;this certificate so you would know how I feel. Happy Mother's Day!&amp;nbsp;What her child didn't realize was that her mom saved that certificate because it was the best&amp;nbsp;gift she had ever received. She didn't care about getting a&amp;nbsp;material gift. Knowing she had her daughter's&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;was all that she needed. That's all that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2522544536411112104?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2522544536411112104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-all-thats-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2522544536411112104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2522544536411112104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-all-thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s All That&apos;s It!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-bYlMSlUCI/AAAAAAAABqo/giQO8GslYKY/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8100751917661078663</id><published>2010-05-07T18:59:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:25:06.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchie, Touchie!</title><content type='html'>I said&amp;nbsp;on my last Blog&amp;nbsp;I would be talking about a different subject. There are people in our life that we just can't help to run up to and give them a great big hug. I would say we normally know who they are. If you don't, you need to start asking them first. &lt;br /&gt;The ones I call Touchie are the ones who you may accidentally bump into at the office,&amp;nbsp;grocery store aisle,&amp;nbsp; walking down the sidewalk, not paying attention and oops almost knocked you down,&amp;nbsp;or just whisking by someone fast and you just barely touch them. There are so many I can hardly touch upon them. Lol &lt;br /&gt;Now the look of, NOT love, comes from this at you. First could be the roll of the eyes,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;cold stare,&amp;nbsp;snuff of the nose, or the famous, ttt&amp;nbsp;ttt sound with the tongue. You are lucky if you get these. Why?&lt;br /&gt;You may&amp;nbsp;have the vocal ones that say, "hey, what's your problem, get out of my way, who do you think you are dumb dumb and watch where the&amp;nbsp;blank you're going."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here comes the gesture people.&amp;nbsp;The most likely one&amp;nbsp;I can think of, has to be, the middle finger used with&amp;nbsp;a lot of force when administered in the air at you. The other would be, slap the bicep, throw your fist&amp;nbsp;up in the air with a lot of force. Why am I even touching on this subject? Probably because I said I would, when I wrote my last Blog, a few days ago. More for the fun of it than the stupidity of it all.. No reason to get so touchie about it. Lol&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-SxaVnVw5I/AAAAAAAABqY/0MxLAX3IsN0/s1600/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-SxaVnVw5I/AAAAAAAABqY/0MxLAX3IsN0/s200/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-P5BV43K6I/AAAAAAAABqQ/TyAe0ASu7s4/s1600/Bobo+gives+a+hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-P5BV43K6I/AAAAAAAABqQ/TyAe0ASu7s4/s200/Bobo+gives+a+hug.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One things for sure, my dogs, Bobo and Izzy&amp;nbsp;are so loving about getting or giving hugs.Look at Bobo hugging his squirrel. He's doing the two paw grip hold and&amp;nbsp;flea the squirrel's head&amp;nbsp;hug. He&amp;nbsp;doesn't have to ask it for a hug back, he just cradles it,&amp;nbsp;shows the love he has for it and hopes for more. Izzy too, she's doing the, one paw hold down hug with her squirrel. She's waiting for it to hug her back and may be waiting a long time, or until Bobo takes it away from her. Lol &lt;/div&gt;Well, I hope you get touchie for Mother's day. Don't forget to give your mom or someone else's mom a hug for Mother's day, Sunday. It just might make you feel&amp;nbsp;a little touchie....touchie....Happy Mother's day moms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't sent a card to your Mom yet, there's still time, send a free one on us: &lt;a href="http://www.socez.com/"&gt;http://www.socez.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some help, call or email Lois, at: 561-748-1517 or &lt;a href="mailto:loislist2sell@gmail.com"&gt;loislist2sell@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8100751917661078663?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8100751917661078663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/touchie-touchie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8100751917661078663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8100751917661078663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/touchie-touchie.html' title='Touchie, Touchie!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-SxaVnVw5I/AAAAAAAABqY/0MxLAX3IsN0/s72-c/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7099726245403707894</id><published>2010-05-06T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:35:45.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bff it!</title><content type='html'>I think children and our pets remind us that we make things too complicated as Adults. When we want to apologize to someone we have wronged or said something we regret, we try to figure out what to say, or do, how to do it, ways to say it, etc. Ask a child and they will probably say, "just tell them you're sorry."&amp;nbsp;Of course it's that simple, just put&amp;nbsp;some sincerity behind it. I guarantee it will make all the difference in the&amp;nbsp;reply you will receive from the person you wronged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-K6U-9H44I/AAAAAAAABqI/CfCnCgjprLo/s1600/Bobo+and+Izzy+sending+lots+of+licks....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-K6U-9H44I/AAAAAAAABqI/CfCnCgjprLo/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+sending+lots+of+licks....jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It just got me thinking how quick we are to judge other people before we give them a chance to let us know who they really are. Let's try to be more careful about what we say to others or about others. Remember what you do usually comes back to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My dogs, Bobo and Izzy have learned not to bark out loud unless they see something that startles them and they go out of control. A bird, a piece of paper that wasn't there in&amp;nbsp;the neighbors&amp;nbsp;back yard yesterday. Lol...For real. Squirrel's on a wire really take them to the next level. Jumping up and down and barking. They are very good at what I call Bff. I say to them no bark just bff. So they bff. Wow, they are so obedient and no worries about&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry.They just lick each other and they are back to themselves again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We could learn to bff it and give someone a hug as long as they don't mind one. Some people aren't the touch em type. I will elaborate on that on another blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have an awesome day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Don't forget to send your Mom a card. Send a free card on us at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.socez.com/"&gt;http://www.socez.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7099726245403707894?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7099726245403707894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/bff-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7099726245403707894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7099726245403707894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/bff-it.html' title='Bff it!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S-K6U-9H44I/AAAAAAAABqI/CfCnCgjprLo/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+sending+lots+of+licks....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8656696200038335756</id><published>2010-04-30T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:33:07.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobo And Izzy Say Good Deals Still!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9rXVdRSlhI/AAAAAAAABpo/OAM6N7ur9ok/s1600/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9rXVdRSlhI/AAAAAAAABpo/OAM6N7ur9ok/s200/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hey, we may not be human as you can see but&amp;nbsp;we know when &amp;nbsp;we see a good deal out there. Right now we are reading the daily log and listening to what all the news has been barking about all morning. They say this is the last day&amp;nbsp;for the first time home Buyer tax credit. It's&amp;nbsp;on until midnight tonight. I don't know about you but if you are going to buy a house wouldn't you buy it anyway or not have waited until today unless you absolutely had too?&amp;nbsp;Can you imagine putting in a contract right before midnight? Hey Bff over hear and listen to me and Izzy. We do alot of barking when we get excited. You people should still be excited because there are good changes that have happened to make things better for you right now. The Condo market was practically dying with having to put down 30 to 40 %&amp;nbsp;. The other issue was too many investors and not enough Owners to allow for some good clean mortgage buys to help them revive. They have to have a certain percentage of Owners for the banks to loan and it seemed in some communities there were more investors. Well, between all the short sales and repos we feel things are getting bffer on getting back to purchasing a Condo again. The prices are unbelievable and now you can put 10% to 20% down as long as the association isn't completely Iinvestor owned and you have the credit scores they require. Check with your mortgage company to find out. We know that&amp;nbsp;Coldwell Banker Mortgage says they can do some of these loans with specific credit scores etc.&amp;nbsp;Maybe you are a cash Buyer and we know you can surely buy. We happen to know that there have been changes&amp;nbsp;and interest rates are still low.&amp;nbsp;Well, We aren't the best experts but we are&amp;nbsp;here to let you know that the Condo market is starting to&amp;nbsp;revive again. The housing market won't stop selling with people wanting to own their own homes. Some can practically have a home now for the price of a rental payment. That's awesome! You people aren't missing out on anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy did you know that our teams last&amp;nbsp;4 contracts were 2 investors, a second home and one&amp;nbsp;first time home Buyer most recently? You better Arf in believe it, Bobo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and Izzy&amp;nbsp;are Arf in you on, to let you know, the price is right so&amp;nbsp;we say good deals still.&amp;nbsp;You better hurry if you are going to use your tax credit by midnight but me and Izzy have decided we have barked enough about enough so we are going back to play. Later......Bff....Arff......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9rZWsO6AxI/AAAAAAAABpw/idV2g-D5RyQ/s1600/Watch+Out+Izzy+That%27s+My+Bone+You%27re+After..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9rZWsO6AxI/AAAAAAAABpw/idV2g-D5RyQ/s200/Watch+Out+Izzy+That%27s+My+Bone+You%27re+After..jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8656696200038335756?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8656696200038335756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/bobo-and-izzy-say-good-deals-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8656696200038335756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8656696200038335756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/bobo-and-izzy-say-good-deals-still.html' title='Bobo And Izzy Say Good Deals Still!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9rXVdRSlhI/AAAAAAAABpo/OAM6N7ur9ok/s72-c/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4206988688603347652</id><published>2010-04-28T08:14:00.058-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:03:28.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait! May I ask You A Few Simple Questions First?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LyfRzxz4I/AAAAAAAABow/oNoQyuCU6ao/s1600/Jupiter%20Lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LyfRzxz4I/AAAAAAAABow/oNoQyuCU6ao/s320/Jupiter%20Lighthouse.jpg" tt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us want to be a leader in what we do. We need to&amp;nbsp;be very clear about where we want to go or what we want to be in our lives.&amp;nbsp;We want to help other people grow while we begin to grow more. Just like the lighthouse that light the way for the ships to see at night so we are to be the light during the day to those around us. We are to help guide others to be the best that they can be. Why do we want to start by helping others? One person at a time can achieve more than a group of people not knowing what they want to accomplish. be a lighthouse to others and let your light shine on everyone around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As a Realtor,&amp;nbsp;I believe, our job is to help people find&amp;nbsp;a home.&amp;nbsp;We can't make anyone buy&amp;nbsp;until they are ready.&amp;nbsp;Our responsibility, as a Realtor, is to make sure that we ask the right questions. In this&amp;nbsp;blog, today, it's&amp;nbsp;about what&amp;nbsp;a Buyer&amp;nbsp;wants in a&amp;nbsp;home and&amp;nbsp;why they want to buy&amp;nbsp;it? In&amp;nbsp;most cases, people are just beginning their search and may just be looking around. That's great! First, ma&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; sure they aren't working with another Realtor. A&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt; how they are going to purchase the home if they find&amp;nbsp;what they are&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;looking for? If they haven't spoken to someone about financing&amp;nbsp;yet,&amp;nbsp; it's your job to give them the information needed to follow through. Most B&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;uyers&lt;/span&gt;, that take this step are usually a ready, willing and able Buyer. The only part is, you don't know at this point, how much they can afford? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9bRuZI4tWI/AAAAAAAABpc/RZf4yOmqsuU/s1600/CB+Banker+Office.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9bRuZI4tWI/AAAAAAAABpc/RZf4yOmqsuU/s320/CB+Banker+Office.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next step, is to let them call and speak to&amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;Mortgage Rep. Once you have that information,&amp;nbsp;the beginning of looking for a home begins. You would then, get all the criteria needed to do your search on finding them a home. Never be afraid to mention if they see a house, for sale by owner or a&amp;nbsp;buy owner for example,&amp;nbsp;to please let you know. Most home owners are willing to work with Realtors. Never be afraid to ask. They can only &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;y yes or no. Once&amp;nbsp;this Buyer,&amp;nbsp;sees your expertise, it usually will put them at ease with you. The more&amp;nbsp;information&amp;nbsp;and knowledge you give them, shows them,&amp;nbsp;how much you care and&amp;nbsp;they will appreciate you more. If they don't want to cooperate, you may be&amp;nbsp;going for a&amp;nbsp;car ride.This is a simple way, to weed out, the true B&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;uyer&lt;/span&gt; from the looker. Just a simple wait, may I ask you a few questions first, can be the difference in finding a home&amp;nbsp; or just going out for a drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Looking to buy a home? Use a Realtor. If you don't have&amp;nbsp;one yet, I work with a team at &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Coldwell&lt;/span&gt; Banker Residential Real Estate in Jupiter, Florida. We are the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Eidson&lt;/span&gt; Team and can help you relocate to just about anywhere else in the world. Linda, J&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;oe&lt;/span&gt; or Lois will be happy to help you.&amp;nbsp;Our motto is: It's &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Eidson&lt;/span&gt; Team! &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4206988688603347652?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4206988688603347652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/wait-may-i-ask-you-few-simple-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4206988688603347652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4206988688603347652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/wait-may-i-ask-you-few-simple-questions.html' title='Wait! May I ask You A Few Simple Questions First?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LyfRzxz4I/AAAAAAAABow/oNoQyuCU6ao/s72-c/Jupiter%20Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2854400914970489423</id><published>2010-04-24T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:29:02.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Jungle Out There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LzM7xnB_I/AAAAAAAABo4/IQfRPaUcj9c/s1600/Miscellaneous+%3DDogs,DOH,+Condo+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LzM7xnB_I/AAAAAAAABo4/IQfRPaUcj9c/s200/Miscellaneous+%3DDogs,DOH,+Condo+007.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LyfRzxz4I/AAAAAAAABow/oNoQyuCU6ao/s1600/Jupiter+Lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's hard for some people who&amp;nbsp;are just starting out in business. No matter what it is you want to do there is no magic money button and off you go. You know that isn't the way things work. When you see these ads and emails that say make $$$$$$$ right away we sometimes fall for it hook, line and sinker.&amp;nbsp;Did you catch any part of that sentence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My definitions of words that I&amp;nbsp;don't want to have in my life is fall, hook and sinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fall-going down..down...down very fast and hoping to never hit bottom. You wish. Lol&amp;nbsp;Tripping over something and landing on your rear end, knees, hands or whatever....OUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hook-something to get you all tied into or off the stage you go with&amp;nbsp;a lousy act. Maybe you're addicted to something like, I'm hooked on _______. Fill in your own blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinker-going down to the lowest of lows. Never ending bottom. Being at the bottom. Drop the anchor and you are in the same place until someone hopefully comes along to hoist you out.&amp;nbsp;Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in the business I am in, with my sister and brother in law, which is Real Estate,&amp;nbsp;it's not about how much we can make that counts. It's how many people we can help along the way, to sell or buy a home, that matters. When we show our true expertise, by showing them&amp;nbsp;we know our business, we care and can be trusted, it makes the whole experience a better one. I want it all to be good&amp;nbsp;but sometimes you have to deal with the reality of things that come along the way&amp;nbsp;that may come up unexpected. Obstacles are a part of our life and be prepared&amp;nbsp;to deal with them fairly.&amp;nbsp;I know people are counting on us to do something very important for them. Finding them a place to&amp;nbsp;call their home or to sell their place for them. We want to always keep it real and honest.&amp;nbsp;They will know and believe me it matters. That's what I call doing Real Estate!&lt;br /&gt;Write up a list of statements that you would like to see working in your life. Believe in what you write and make sure you know why you are writing them. One statement I wrote down is: I am busy listing and selling houses. The reason why? &amp;nbsp;I need to support myself and my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the idea?&amp;nbsp; Yes, it can be a jungle out there so&amp;nbsp;make a path for yourself. What do you have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2854400914970489423?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2854400914970489423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-jungle-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2854400914970489423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2854400914970489423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-jungle-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s A Jungle Out There!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S9LzM7xnB_I/AAAAAAAABo4/IQfRPaUcj9c/s72-c/Miscellaneous+%3DDogs,DOH,+Condo+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4085116706962518505</id><published>2010-04-20T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:27:58.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out Of The Sack. Be Positive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S82cdkkHNyI/AAAAAAAABnw/cc_I4LncuYs/s1600/Come+out+and+be+positive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S82cdkkHNyI/AAAAAAAABnw/cc_I4LncuYs/s200/Come+out+and+be+positive.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The best thing I can tell you is most of the world is not living the life of being upbeat and happy. Matter of fact, if you go in smiling and happy sometimes you'll receive comments like, what are you on or what's wrong with you? Well I am here to tell you nothing is wrong with you and you can live your life any way you choose to. It's entirely your choice to decide whether you are going to wake up today and come out and be happy or sad. It's what you say to yourself when you wake up in the morning and how you look at yourself in the mirror. Yes, you may see a few more wrinkles, lines or maybe you are just having a bad hair day. So what. Whatever it is change the way you see yourself. Look in that mirror and say, okay you, I am going to have a fantastic day today no matter what comes my way. I am a good honest person who knows who they are. I am the best of the best and no one else today is going to make me change my mind about it either. I am a good person and want to share my joy with everyone I meet. Go out that door and walk as if you are 10 feet tall and proud of who you are. Be a Superstar today! Smile as you walk by people you meet and make a good impression on everyone you meet. Even if they look at you like you have 2 heads, so what, at least you have them. Lol.. You have decided to make the best of your day, remember? Be who you are and don't try to make yourself someone different. Do that in your heart on the inside. Make everyone around you wish they had what you have. Share the joy and stay positive. It may just bring more kindness around you and a little more business wouldn't hurt most of us either. No one wants to work with someone that doesn't feel good about who they are or what they are doing. If you start to think positive you will be positive. It's just the way it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Come out of the sack. Be Positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4085116706962518505?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4085116706962518505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-out-of-sack-be-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4085116706962518505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4085116706962518505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-out-of-sack-be-positive.html' title='Come out Of The Sack. Be Positive!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S82cdkkHNyI/AAAAAAAABnw/cc_I4LncuYs/s72-c/Come+out+and+be+positive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1797385578571835607</id><published>2010-04-16T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:03:33.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Phone Pet Peeves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8j8asdK0aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/yMMBj3WoO14/s1600/Bo+Smiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8j8asdK0aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/yMMBj3WoO14/s200/Bo+Smiling.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8j9PhTMywI/AAAAAAAABnY/dUk7KxubbiY/s1600/My+Ears+are+blowing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8j9PhTMywI/AAAAAAAABnY/dUk7KxubbiY/s200/My+Ears+are+blowing.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi, Bobo here. I want to teach a few of you people out there about a few phone pet peeves I have. When someone calls you and says, is so and so there, you say, " this is she." Please NOT this is her.&amp;nbsp;She is here not her is here. This gets me crazy and I can howl better than what I hear from most people when they talk. This blows my ears wide open and makes my eyes go crazy when I hear bad grammar. Another pet peeve of mine is, when you&amp;nbsp;answer the phone&amp;nbsp;at your work and&amp;nbsp;say, "Hey or Yo this is Mary or Fred, whatever....? What can I do you for? Bff no, Bff&amp;nbsp;no, no, no, you sound like you're at home and think you're cool or something.&amp;nbsp;You're not. You should answer, Hello, this is Mary with ABC Realty, or whatever company you work for and then say, may I help you? That's how a a professional does it. Who would you want to talk to or do a deal with? Remember,&amp;nbsp;you only have one time to make an impression when answering a phone or at capturing a call. Especially with the type of job my mom does which is Real Estate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Looking to buy or sell a home? Use a Realtor. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tell them Bobo sent you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1797385578571835607?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1797385578571835607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-phone-pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1797385578571835607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1797385578571835607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-phone-pet-peeves.html' title='A Few Phone Pet Peeves!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8j8asdK0aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/yMMBj3WoO14/s72-c/Bo+Smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2521956694858634045</id><published>2010-04-13T19:48:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:59:22.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaced Out Dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8Oxxeh8kEI/AAAAAAAABnA/OhWrl7f441I/s1600/Bobo+and+Izzy+Keeping+it+dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459402636870324290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8Oxxeh8kEI/AAAAAAAABnA/OhWrl7f441I/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+Keeping+it+dry.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looks like Bobo and Izzy are having a spaced out time together over their raincoats.......I thought I'd have a little fun at their expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Hey Bobo, where in the world did these coats come from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Bff, if I know? All I know is, when I have it on, it does keep the rain from getting on my back and I can still do my duties, if you know what I mean?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Arf, on buddy. It's a little awkward at first but it does keep my backside and legs dry. I can still do my daily squats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Good thing I don't want your butt to get too big where it doesn't cover that back end of yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Arfin funny you are. Your tail lifts the back of yours and makes you look like a dark hole in space. Bobo, the black hole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You are such a bff.....oon. I at least don't have Spock ears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"At least they don't flop down over the side of my head and make me look like some kind of Ear T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Ha....you little bff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Arfin A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I think these rain coats are spacing us out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you want to&amp;nbsp;keep your feet on the ground while looking for your next place to buy or sell, use a Realtor.&amp;nbsp; If you have any questions or would like a market analysis on your house, condo or townhome we can help you. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2521956694858634045?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2521956694858634045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/spaced-out-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2521956694858634045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2521956694858634045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/spaced-out-dogs.html' title='Spaced Out Dogs!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8Oxxeh8kEI/AAAAAAAABnA/OhWrl7f441I/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+Keeping+it+dry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4621237797263931207</id><published>2010-04-11T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:31:22.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow what a Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S78_ac9vQSI/AAAAAAAABmA/yrtjw3MaL0s/s1600/Ian+And+Friends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150997080621346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S78_ac9vQSI/AAAAAAAABmA/yrtjw3MaL0s/s200/Ian+And+Friends.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my family got together at the park to celebrate my great, great, nephew's first B-day about a month ago. It was so awesome to see all those kids, playing together and the family all getting along so well. Isn't that what it's all about, having family and friends get together, to celebrate a little boys life. It was such a beautiful day too. The kids were playing in one of those bouncing houses, I'll call it, and if the top wouldn't have been on that thing, they would have been bouncing UP AND AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S79I_VDhXKI/AAAAAAAABmg/5P99UEgmJf4/s1600/Ians+Bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458161526217202850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S79I_VDhXKI/AAAAAAAABmg/5P99UEgmJf4/s200/Ians+Bday.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sister were hanging around at the entrance to the bouncing house and were pretending that we were going to get the ones bouncing nearest to us. They were giggling and falling all over themselves. It was so much fun seeing them laugh and call after us like we were the monsters coming to take them away. That's the part of the party you can't help but like the most when seeing all the children having such a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S79Inph6ahI/AAAAAAAABmY/AHCJVO7MGG0/s1600/1388119071611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458161119396522514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S79Inph6ahI/AAAAAAAABmY/AHCJVO7MGG0/s200/1388119071611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great seeing both sides of the family. The Moms, Dads, Grandmas, Grandpas, Uncles, Aunts, Brothers, Sisters, Nephews, Nieces, Friends, Grandchildren and even a Ferret that yawned when you rubbed her head. It was so comical looking that everyone at the park wanted to see the yawning Ferret, especially the children. Once the initial presence of the Ferret wore off it was back to the chase and the bounce away house. Sure wish we could have gotten a picture of that silly Ferret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Ian and his dad, Peter, and I said, "this is so great you can do this for you're children, and all who are here. He said, " I want my kids to have the very best." I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HX9Go64rI/AAAAAAAABmw/Z6XHPTLgjqM/s1600/Peter+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458881668103987890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HX9Go64rI/AAAAAAAABmw/Z6XHPTLgjqM/s200/Peter+and+Ian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;liked what he said. Let's face it, nowadays most people can barely look out the front door. What amazed me is, everyone that came, were from all over the state of Florida. No one seemed to mind it either. They came from From Titisville, Miami, Stuart, Tequesta and wherever else. We all met up at a Phipps park in West Palm Beach. I really admired the ones that drove so far to get there. That's love I will tell you. What made it all so great was there were no arguments or anyone out of hand. It must have had to do with no alcohol at the party. Wow does that make a good impression on those children. No wonder they were all having so much fun and not to mention the sore muscles we adults were about to have the next day, myself included, didn't even matter. We were having too much fun from playing a little chase about. with the kids. We were listening to the laughter as it resonated throughout the place and people we didn't even know were asking questions about the birthday boy and all the fun we were having. That's what I call doing it right, after all it was for the Birthday Boy, Ian. What a cutie pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HUdTZmNWI/AAAAAAAABmo/7Rb4f9ICCFE/s1600/Ian+and+his+Bro+helping.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458877823238681954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HUdTZmNWI/AAAAAAAABmo/7Rb4f9ICCFE/s200/Ian+and+his+Bro+helping.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the presents, mostly clothes, some cool toys and a delicious chocolate and vanilla cake with white icing. Notice I remembered that cake. Also we ate until we could hardly walk or run anymore with all the delicious food there. Ian's Brother, Isaiah, decided to jump in and help to open a few gifts as my great niece, Tonya, Ian's mom, passed around each gift as it was carefully ripped apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HZsd45xsI/AAAAAAAABm4/HGRWxffDexQ/s1600/Tonya,+Debbie,+Ian+and+more+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458883581310518978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S8HZsd45xsI/AAAAAAAABm4/HGRWxffDexQ/s200/Tonya,+Debbie,+Ian+and+more+family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonya, made a taco salad dip that could have been the meal practically by itself. You can tell that's my favorite dish. We had all different kinds of pizza, wings etc. Fried food, chips, water and sorted sodas galore. It was a food fest of a Birthday. We all had a blast and thanked Peter and Tonya for putting together the best of the best for all of us, especially for Ian. After all, we were all there for Ian's first Bday! Wow what a Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4621237797263931207?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4621237797263931207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-what-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4621237797263931207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4621237797263931207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-what-birthday.html' title='Wow what a Birthday!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S78_ac9vQSI/AAAAAAAABmA/yrtjw3MaL0s/s72-c/Ian+And+Friends.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1087942076297014183</id><published>2010-04-07T08:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:25:06.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Life Depends Upon It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7yBc_7tnQI/AAAAAAAABl4/2JT37HkeOEk/s1600/Best+Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457379183664405762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7yBc_7tnQI/AAAAAAAABl4/2JT37HkeOEk/s200/Best+Friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7yA-s6tt8I/AAAAAAAABlw/iW8BaE2FZGI/s1600/Bobo+and+Izzy++Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think sometimes our dogs can teach us that we should care more about ourselves. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt; and Izzy, my two dogs really love each other. They love to lay together after a good rough housing time or just lick each others eyes, ears, wherever to keep each other clean. Also, if I get a scratch they are licking on it. If they get a scratch they are on it. That licking they do helps heal many different things they can get. It helps heal us sometimes too. If they were hurt we would run them straight to our Vet. We wouldn't think twice about how much it costs to get them taken care of unless we just don't have the money to do it. We would find a way though believe it. So why not take care of yourself too. By design, they were made to practically heal themselves. You've heard that saying, physician heal thyself, well we could learn from that. Take your vitamins, keep in shape, go for a walk, ride a bike, play with your pets. Make good choices in your life and you will feel the better for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us don't like to go to the Doctor. Obviously we have to from time to time. Some people wouldn't go to the Doctor unless their lives depend upon it. You know what happens in most of those cases. They may never recover once they get to that point. It's our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to start taking over our lives as God intended for us to do. Even the Bible talks about what we should eat and or drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make the best of our lives. The better we feel, the more we feel good about ourselves and others. Your life depends on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell Real Estate, it's best to use a Realtor. Looking for one in the Jupiter area: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1087942076297014183?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1087942076297014183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-life-depends-upon-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1087942076297014183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1087942076297014183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-life-depends-upon-it.html' title='Your Life Depends Upon It!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7yBc_7tnQI/AAAAAAAABl4/2JT37HkeOEk/s72-c/Best+Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2153283354168500626</id><published>2010-04-05T07:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:36:29.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy loves Hanging......In there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7nMnNFgEtI/AAAAAAAABlY/pbCCTl9JtAU/s1600/I+love+looking+at+the+ceiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456617397435765458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7nMnNFgEtI/AAAAAAAABlY/pbCCTl9JtAU/s200/I+love+looking+at+the+ceiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey, what an Arf of a day I am having already. Bobo is busy doing his thing and I decided to just hang out. You know, when you just lay back and stare at the nothingness, the ceiling or a passing fly just buzzing by. I love it when the day starts out so relaxed and easy. What about you, Bobo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff, Izzy....I like my chewing time and enjoy the way it feels when I get that enjoyment out of the chewing action I am getting on my toy right now. That gives me my relaxation time. Everybody's different."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's good to clear our thoughts especially when we are going to be getting ready for the day. Keeps me hanging in there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do agree, that once we get in this time for ourselves, we do feel better about the rest of the day. Keeps me Bff'd and focused for sure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good point, it makes my Arf stronger and my body feel good. Let's keep hanging."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why don't you people start out with something that makes you feel good about yourself. It will make it a better day for you for sure.  Keep hanging....Hanging in there ......that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2153283354168500626?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2153283354168500626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/izzy-loves-hangingin-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2153283354168500626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2153283354168500626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/izzy-loves-hangingin-there.html' title='Izzy loves Hanging......In there!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S7nMnNFgEtI/AAAAAAAABlY/pbCCTl9JtAU/s72-c/I+love+looking+at+the+ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6805996179139880874</id><published>2010-03-27T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:35:47.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell Us Out!</title><content type='html'>Today the Eidson Team, Linda, Joe and Lois, were previewing an area we haven't been at in a while and learning more about what's going on in the Jupiter, area. Canterbury, at Abacoa, has 4 houses left to sell, as of this very moment and 3 Townhouses left. We stopped in to some great hospitality, catered food from Sals, a very tasty Italian place, with a nice variety of foods and drinks. Joe, my partner, really likes to eat so we surely weren't going to miss out on any of that for him. Everything you can think of that comes to your mind they had for the Real Estate Agents that showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to hang out with and say hi to friends and colleagues we haven't seen for awhile. Now we know more about Canterbury's Inventory, as most of the Realtors, thought the community was already Sold out! Smart move on Canterbury's part at Abacoa, to get the last few Houses and Townhouses they have left Sold out, by letting the Real Estate community know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Izzy how about that. Do you think we should get involved and ask why we weren't invited to some Italian cooking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Bobo, let the humans have their moment. When they see more opportunities for their Buyers and make a sale, we get those special surprises that come home in our favorite doggies store bag."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S61L1qT1rVI/AAAAAAAABlI/kGp-ceRMt_M/s1600/Sell+us+out..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453098109078187346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S61L1qT1rVI/AAAAAAAABlI/kGp-ceRMt_M/s200/Sell+us+out..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a point. I wonder what we'll be getting this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know but I sure hope they move one of those places soon. We could use another duck. That one you have, is starting to lose it's feathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff your life, Izzy. I love to play with my duck, Aunt Linda, got for me by the way. I hope they sell one soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eidson Team, would like to thank Canterbury, their two sales people that catered for us and for the invite. We hope to be seeing you both very soon with a Buyer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see a beautiful Home or Townhouse, in a community that has a Clubhouse with lots of amenities and a heated pool for your enjoyment at Abacoa in Jupiter, Florida. You won't believe the prices. Call Lois at 561-748-1517 or Linda at 561-748-7056.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell them Bobo and Izzy sent you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psst..... Bff... Arf.....Sell us out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6805996179139880874?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6805996179139880874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sell-us-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6805996179139880874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6805996179139880874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sell-us-out.html' title='Sell Us Out!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S61L1qT1rVI/AAAAAAAABlI/kGp-ceRMt_M/s72-c/Sell+us+out..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6475323611953028585</id><published>2010-03-18T07:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:13:58.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got An Itch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S6IVDbVFxMI/AAAAAAAABk4/7IJGPyIDRWA/s1600-h/Bobo%27s+paws+itching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449941647691728066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S6IVDbVFxMI/AAAAAAAABk4/7IJGPyIDRWA/s200/Bobo%27s+paws+itching.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, it's going to be an exciting day Izzy, my paw is itching."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh Bobo, you don't believe that stuff do you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff your life I do. I'm a dog so I can believe whatever I want to. When your paw itches it could mean money or something good is coming your way. I can't wait!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What if it was your tail is itching?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, Izzy it would be my tail twitching. That means anything could happen but it's going to be good, too. Get it? Izzy, you have to be positive about things in the first place and believe. Once you believe it anything goes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you have to have an itch to believe?"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S6IXUNp1R-I/AAAAAAAABlA/0ryQL6grJc4/s1600-h/My+paw+itches+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449944135101663202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S6IXUNp1R-I/AAAAAAAABlA/0ryQL6grJc4/s200/My+paw+itches+too.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, nut head, but it helps, it's like a sign. It gives you that indication that something is going to happen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Would you believe both my paws are itching too? Does that make us supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You mean, superstitious, don't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I thought I could believe anything I wanted to. I will arf it my way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Got an itch?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking to buy or sell? Use a Realtor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6475323611953028585?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6475323611953028585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-itch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6475323611953028585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6475323611953028585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-itch.html' title='Got An Itch?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S6IVDbVFxMI/AAAAAAAABk4/7IJGPyIDRWA/s72-c/Bobo%27s+paws+itching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8200782688657393530</id><published>2010-03-12T07:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:29:33.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bff Deal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5o5gF4jm6I/AAAAAAAABko/XJcjEpOESJM/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyDay+Blahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447729922756025250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5o5gF4jm6I/AAAAAAAABko/XJcjEpOESJM/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyDay+Blahs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff.... I hate going out in the rain. I know what you people are thinking? I am a dog and should love getting wet. Well I don't. Look at me and Izzy in these rain coats. Does that look comfortable to you. How would you like to "p" in one of these? Oh well, at least I kept dry, on top that is. What made it a bummer is the puddles in the yard you splash in, while you're trying to paw your way around the yard without stepping in one. You people at least have shoes or rain boots to put on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf, Bobo quit the whining. It's usually me that complains about this stuff. I don't even like to wear this rain coat. It's a little too big and it makes me feel bogged down that I can't even think to "p' let enough alone do the doo doo over." Hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, let's just make the best of it. We need to be ready for the day and try not to let this rain bog us down. I bark for myself when I say rainy days and Fridays always get me down. Wasn't that a song?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf...I believe it was Mondays and I thought you were going to be ready for the day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bff deal.... Who cares Mondays, Fridays? What made that songwriter think it would only be a Monday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't think it matters. It was just a song."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Typical songwriters never think about what they're singing about as long as it suites them at the time. I'm staying home which is what is going to get me through my day. Izzy you're on your own."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I think he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Make it a great day no matter what your weather is like. I know I am."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Bff Deal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking to buy or sell, use a Realtor. If you're looking for a Realtor, Remember It's EZ with the Eidson Team! Helping you find your way home. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8200782688657393530?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8200782688657393530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bff-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8200782688657393530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8200782688657393530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bff-deal.html' title='Bff Deal...'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5o5gF4jm6I/AAAAAAAABko/XJcjEpOESJM/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyDay+Blahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4871353925215061511</id><published>2010-03-07T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:42:18.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw One On Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5Kad-NwTLI/AAAAAAAABj8/-IR8zyF-MRI/s1600-h/Bobo+makin+noise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445584739151924402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5Kad-NwTLI/AAAAAAAABj8/-IR8zyF-MRI/s200/Bobo+makin+noise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an amazing ride to be able to take my dogs and make them into something. We know they really aren't in the Real Estate business but it makes it fun for me to think so. We know they don't talk, but I like to make it look like they do. It's called playing with your imagination and letting yourself go no matter what anyone says or thinks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo here. What is she barking on about, I do talk and I do help her, with her Real Estate. Not like she always knows what's on me and Izzy's minds, but if it wasn't for us, she wouldn't be as happy. We bring the joy &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5KgqTpzyVI/AAAAAAAABkU/oCKGMrzlNxA/s1600-h/Izzy%27s+day+to+chill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445591548134934866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5KgqTpzyVI/AAAAAAAABkU/oCKGMrzlNxA/s200/Izzy%27s+day+to+chill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in to the house. Besides she's the one that writes it all down for us anyway. Hee. Right Izzy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf, Bobo, whatever you are barking about. I am just chillin today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, excuse me, Izzy. She's in another mind set. I guess I could leave her alone for just a bit and mess with her later. Here I was minding my own business, when I started hearing this yapping noise, in the backyard today. I thought it was going to be a peaceful Sunday but there it was. I decided to communicate back with a few of my own yaps, until I was quieted by my mom, who was busy updating all her web pages, files and sending cards to some people she cares about. I barked to see if I could send one to the Dawg babe, across the street named, Princess. She's a true doll and I really would like to let her know how I feel. Here's a photo of her on her leash waiting for me across the street. See you soon my little dawglin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5KbxbrDaZI/AAAAAAAABkM/KPg-Pyxklq0/s1600-h/Princess+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445586172988582290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5KbxbrDaZI/AAAAAAAABkM/KPg-Pyxklq0/s200/Princess+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo, let's send a card to Princess." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Bff, now how did she know I was wanting to do that so much. I guess, she tuned in to my thoughts, and it worked. I am now able to send that babe of a Princess an impressive card. Hey us dogs have feelings too. Isn't there someone you know that you would like to send a card to today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give Lois a call and she will set you up to send a free card through the mail today. 561-748-1517 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4871353925215061511?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4871353925215061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/paw-one-on-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4871353925215061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4871353925215061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/paw-one-on-us.html' title='Paw One On Us!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S5Kad-NwTLI/AAAAAAAABj8/-IR8zyF-MRI/s72-c/Bobo+makin+noise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7443020386143907712</id><published>2010-03-04T07:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:20:03.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Homefront!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-s4H8P_NI/AAAAAAAABj0/3WywIcaa5-A/s1600-h/Bobo+Talkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444760554718624978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-s4H8P_NI/AAAAAAAABj0/3WywIcaa5-A/s200/Bobo+Talkin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo here, me and Izzy, want to show you what's been happening with us on the home front. The last few days have been intense! We met up with the nicest folks that decided they were ready to sell their house. We took the listing and Izzy didn't even chew one page through the process. Way to go , Iz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Bobo. You know how much I like to chew paper. It's hard to give up some of those goodies, but I think, I can do it. Please oh please, though, keep me away from the paper shredder. Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-sO1RUAmI/AAAAAAAABjs/r4uZJrTyV30/s1600-h/Izzy+looking+for+paper+scraps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444759845332058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-sO1RUAmI/AAAAAAAABjs/r4uZJrTyV30/s200/Izzy+looking+for+paper+scraps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Looks like we are ready to show everyone what the place looks like. Paw the video reel, Iz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where's the reel so I can play it? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-nRXOQmDI/AAAAAAAABjc/ZmGuJXuhp30/s1600-h/av1517sc6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444754391247657010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-nRXOQmDI/AAAAAAAABjc/ZmGuJXuhp30/s200/av1517sc6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Was it round?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of course, it was round, you fluff of fur. Where is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I thought it was suppose to be taken out of the ......... Ugh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good thing, we have our partner Joe, do a copy of the visual tour on a CD. Click on link: &lt;a href="http://www.visualtour.com/shownp.asp?sk=13&amp;amp;t=2123202"&gt;http://www.visualtour.com/shownp.asp?sk=13&amp;amp;t=2123202&lt;/a&gt; or see the MLS listing at: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell them Bobo and Izzy sent you..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7443020386143907712?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7443020386143907712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-homefront.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7443020386143907712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7443020386143907712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-homefront.html' title='On The Homefront!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4-s4H8P_NI/AAAAAAAABj0/3WywIcaa5-A/s72-c/Bobo+Talkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2039631137832924028</id><published>2010-02-23T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:52:23.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Door Swings Both Ways!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S0sbs0vfKVI/AAAAAAAABhc/kBKoLoBck5A/s1600-h/Come+on+Izzy,+Let%27s+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425460632983906642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S0sbs0vfKVI/AAAAAAAABhc/kBKoLoBck5A/s200/Come+on+Izzy,+Let%27s+go.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey Guys.....Me and Izzy have been very busy at the Real Estate office settling in for a furry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bizzy&lt;/span&gt; year. It's not too late for you yet either. First off it's only been a month and three weeks. Have you decided what you are going to do this year to get your biz on track. That's what makes the New Year so great. We all still have time to start something new and get a fresh start which we all know as a do do over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;, that's do over."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting I'm a dog and say things differently. Besides I thought you weren't going to be MS. perfect corrector all the time. Get your nose out of the How to Speak &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barkerly&lt;/span&gt; Book. Okay, I just want us to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrret&lt;/span&gt; along. Another good reason we like being at the office is, when we get there, we notice many different smells in the air. Remember, we go by our noses to sniff out our surroundings. Barking of that, me and Izzy haven't been around lately. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coldwell&lt;/span&gt; Banker Company scent us off too paw some more tests and make sure we understand what's going on."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Right on, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;, we thought we got through it all real well and feel we learned the office isn't really suppose to have us running around and playing like we are very much accustomed to doing. It looks like we are going to have to change a few doggone habits we have always thought were the way it just is, or should say was, now. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4PVzkBH05I/AAAAAAAABjU/WF5q5dLwPzM/s1600-h/That%27s+my+stress+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441427856612119442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4PVzkBH05I/AAAAAAAABjU/WF5q5dLwPzM/s200/That%27s+my+stress+ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Izzy, I guess we'll have to comply with the company. We do have breaks. Don't forget, we learned taking a break is almost like a nap time. It refreshes the mind to get away from your desk. Go stretch or take a short walk to keep those juices flowing not only in your mind but keep your body from aches and pains from sitting too long in one place. I personally use my ball and keep a few bones close by to keep myself from being stressed. Me and Izzy know we need time to be ourselves. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bff&lt;/span&gt;....... "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;, great idea. You know we are the first to do do this type of work . The team needs us and now that we know that door swings both ways. We are going to make the best of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S0sd-A8oSEI/AAAAAAAABhk/e3xfhiBypzk/s1600-h/Waiting+for+paperwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keeping it open only when we need to use the facility bush they arranged on our breaks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We are keeping a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrrreat&lt;/span&gt; attitude and are excited to work our paws off. Well, got to go, we hear our names being called."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;, Izzy can you both each take a contract over to the Farmer team. We're doing a deal together and this time make sure you give it all to them. I don't want to have to copy that again. Hopefully your recent class went over that issue page by page, and how important it is to have a fully executed contract, not a half chewed up one, Izzy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4PVNLGOEDI/AAAAAAAABjM/DQQciEV3s9o/s1600-h/Hi+there!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441427197087584306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S4PVNLGOEDI/AAAAAAAABjM/DQQciEV3s9o/s200/Hi+there!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Oops....Now how did she know it was me. It's hard not to be a dog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Izzy, It's not too late for you and the rest of us, to get back in the swing. Remember the door swings both ways. You can decide to lay back and wait for business or you can work hard to get those calls in, keep your files updated, check your sites and keep them up to date, do those listing appointments and put some qualified Buyers in your car. We don't drive but we know how it all works. Our Team has to make a living too you know. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking to buy or sell a home. Use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor..... It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eidson&lt;/span&gt; Team! &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt; and Izzy sent you...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2039631137832924028?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2039631137832924028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-door-swings-both-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2039631137832924028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2039631137832924028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-door-swings-both-ways.html' title='Remember The Door Swings Both Ways!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S0sbs0vfKVI/AAAAAAAABhc/kBKoLoBck5A/s72-c/Come+on+Izzy,+Let%27s+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1959670572692669480</id><published>2010-02-10T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:29:17.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking About The Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Izzy, did you hear that dog next door all night long. I am telling you, why don't people understand their Casa is our La Casa and that dog should be in theirs. Don't you agree?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You bet, Bobo. I heard her whining all night too. We should be dogappreciative of what we have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;""Yeah, I am going to be dragging my tail in to the office, today. This Real Estate is really tough. Yesterday, I licked more envelopes than Purina has dog food. Boy this coffee taste great today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S3FTkJ5aO1I/AAAAAAAABjE/1Z_7VbKpwIU/s1600-h/Coffee+Drinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218105810008914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S3FTkJ5aO1I/AAAAAAAABjE/1Z_7VbKpwIU/s200/Coffee+Drinker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, save some of that coffee for me too. I had to use my paws all day to put those self stick stamps on those envelopes you did. After last night, with that dog, I sure could use a few licks. Anyway, we promised we were going to do this thing, I guess we'll have to hang four...paws that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Today is another day and I am looking forward to helping out barking to some customers about how Real Estate can help them right now. Especially First time home buyers. There's still plenty of time to wrap a few of those up in time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo, I will help you but this time quit drooling near the computer before you hit the keyboard with your drool and not your paws. Boy that would be the end all to the day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, yeah, like you don't ever drool."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Girls rule boys drool, remember?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whatever. I am going to get ready for work. This is a lot of wasted energy for me. I want to stay positive. Being we have to work together let's try and make the best of it. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, sounds like a plan. Maybe we can get some ear plugs on the way home from work in case Miss barking thing starts up again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now that's the first smart thing you've said today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to buy or sell a house? Use a Realtor! If you don't know a Realtor paw us up at: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say, Bobo and Izzy sent you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1959670572692669480?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1959670572692669480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/barking-about-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1959670572692669480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1959670572692669480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/barking-about-day.html' title='Barking About The Day!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S3FTkJ5aO1I/AAAAAAAABjE/1Z_7VbKpwIU/s72-c/Coffee+Drinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7763874932722488877</id><published>2010-02-06T08:03:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:14:11.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogmageddons Sending Love To Snowmageddons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S265A4B28vI/AAAAAAAABi0/Ow_BXn9uSUA/s1600-h/Bobo+cold..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435485224974086898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S265A4B28vI/AAAAAAAABi0/Ow_BXn9uSUA/s200/Bobo+cold..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo here. Bff....I thought I would dress for the occasion by at least putting my coat on for all my dawgs and their pet owners. After all, it's in the 40's here in Tequesta, Florida today where me and Izzy live. Nothing compares to what our dawgs and their owners are now going through, what the news has been calling, Snowmageddon/Snowpocalypse. We like the word Snowmageddon better.  Dawgs, you better have your 4 paws inside a nice warm house right now. Owners, please, get your dogs out of their dog houses as the cold will be too much for them right now. How would you like to be butt naked in the snow?  A dogs fur isn't as thick as you may think."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo, It snowed so much that there were areas in Washington Dc that had close to 40" of snow.  Agh....If any of our friends were out in it at even your size, Bobo, they would be covered and maybe lost in the snow. They'd be lucky if we would see the tip of their tail sticking up. Oh I bark and pray they are all inside somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I remember a few days here i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S27My568XEI/AAAAAAAABi8/_A04HQxVrIQ/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyBeach+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435506975196339266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S27My568XEI/AAAAAAAABi8/_A04HQxVrIQ/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyBeach+Party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n Florida, when the temps were in the lower 30's. We had to wear our raincoats that have a padded lining inside that protected us from the rain and cold. That was nothing compared to what our furry Dogmageddon Snowmageddon friends are going through right now." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You got that right, Izzy. Let's extend our paws our barks and send a loud howl out to our Dawgs and their owners to let them know we are thinking about them. We didn't have any snow or blizzards here but we are very blessed right now and can only bark up some love for our Dawgs and their owners that are in those areas to say we love ya and we're thinking about you guys. Keep it warm and keep your Dogmageddon selves out of the Snowmageddon. Awooooh, Arf...Bff......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7763874932722488877?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7763874932722488877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dogmageddons-sending-love-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7763874932722488877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7763874932722488877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dogmageddons-sending-love-to.html' title='Dogmageddons Sending Love To Snowmageddons!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S265A4B28vI/AAAAAAAABi0/Ow_BXn9uSUA/s72-c/Bobo+cold..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4968913729205391796</id><published>2010-01-26T21:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:37:41.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOI (Dogs of Influence) Dawgs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S2gobLMbDXI/AAAAAAAABiM/07X1ym25sdQ/s1600-h/Work+Dawg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433637397748977010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S2gobLMbDXI/AAAAAAAABiM/07X1ym25sdQ/s200/Work+Dawg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow, Izzy what a day today, uh? We had to bark up a bunch of our (DOI) Dogs of influence of our dawgs we know. Now we have to howl em and bark down, to let them know, we are in Real Estate. My tongue, is flapping out to bark to all I can. Like Mom and her partners did when they first started in the biz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo, I hardly think, The Eidson Team, howled and barked. We will have to use what we have as that's all we've got. We usually only meet a few dawgs in our back yard and when we are on our walks. I know now, our list will include, only a few junkyard dawgs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, hey, I can howl up a storm and you certainly have quite the bark you know?' Sooooooooo, let's do our part and get as many of our dawgs, who must know some of their their dawgs, thus the list goes on, get it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow, Bobo you are a Genius!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You gave me the idea, Izzy, I just decided to run with it." By the way let's get going, we don't have much time. We have a meeting that starts at 9:00 a.m. and you know how the Broker, Geri, gets when people and us dawgs are late."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We'll be pawsentable."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S2gqIoIIBrI/AAAAAAAABic/AmxJ2bJ32UM/s1600-h/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433639278121322162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S2gqIoIIBrI/AAAAAAAABic/AmxJ2bJ32UM/s200/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Izzy, don't make those grrrrrgling sounds you make during the meeting. Their people not cats."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, Bobo, what about you, last time you were snoring."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oops, well, we'll paw each other to stay up during the meeting. That way we can keep each other out of trouble."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good idea. Hey, got the list."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grrrrreat, let's go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to buy or sell a home. Use a Realtor. If you need one, remember, it's EZ with the Eidson Team. Tell them Bobo and Izzy barked to you about it: &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4968913729205391796?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4968913729205391796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/doi-dogs-of-influence-dawgs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4968913729205391796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4968913729205391796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/doi-dogs-of-influence-dawgs.html' title='DOI (Dogs of Influence) Dawgs!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S2gobLMbDXI/AAAAAAAABiM/07X1ym25sdQ/s72-c/Work+Dawg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4417924986372846048</id><published>2010-01-21T07:11:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:51:38.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prompting Of The Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1yjLRG--kI/AAAAAAAABiE/q3HlOBcLSSs/s1600-h/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430394664668559938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1yjLRG--kI/AAAAAAAABiE/q3HlOBcLSSs/s200/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, Bobo here. Me and Izzy just read and saw on the news, the other day, a Firefighter made a pact to help the victims in Haiti. He wasn't going to go there without his dog, either. His dog, mostly black, with a little white in it's fur, an adorable Border collie, named Blaze! Whether you are a dog lover, allergic to them, or you just don't care about them, you will love this dog."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why is that, Bobo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, as everybody knows, Haiti, has had it's share of disasters in the last 11 days. A major 7.0 earthquake and then about 6 days later where the other one was another 6.0 earthquake hit. Anyway, Steve, a firefighter and his dog, Blaze, decided they were going to help find some people in the rubble no matter what. He said in an interview, "Me and my dog, Blaze want to make a difference." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a difference they did make, too. Blaze was sniffing around putting his noise where it belonged, not like you and me, Izzy. We aren't the type of breed that could jump right in like Blaze did. He and Steve, went to work right away and didn't stop until they found a little, 2 year old girl covered in the rubble amazingly still alive!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo, Blaze's paws and Steve's hands must have been bloodied from all that digging. Let's face it, they have no machines or hardly any tools to dig with, to get through that rubble. I wonder how that little girl remained alive? Are you sure she survived?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Positive! She was there for 6 whole days under piles of stones and debris. I wonder what a 2 year old would have been thinking while stuck just laying there not able to move or hardly breathe? I am am totally dogstruck that she was still breathing as if she was just waiting for someone like Steve and his dog to show up like that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bobo, Like you said, the strangest part was that, Steve and Blaze were there and they did show up. What if they wouldn't have come at all. This happy ending may have never happened. It's all because a guy, named Steve, who had in his heart to go to Haiti to help find any people that could still be alive, and his dog Blaze, did find this 2 year old girl."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow, I am dogmatized at how Blaze and Steve, found themselves on, a mission to help another human being. To think they made that trip because of a prompting in his heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh Bobo, I could just cry thinking about how much this story tails, I mean tells. It's another dog and human God story I say. A firefighter and his dog find a precious little life among all that mess. What were the chances?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was the way they went there too. Steve felt the prompting in his heart and found it was lying underground in the heart of a 2 year old girl. Her being alive was a true miracle!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4417924986372846048?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4417924986372846048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/prompting-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4417924986372846048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4417924986372846048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/prompting-of-heart.html' title='A Prompting Of The Heart!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1yjLRG--kI/AAAAAAAABiE/q3HlOBcLSSs/s72-c/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8718580353348105210</id><published>2010-01-16T07:22:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:40:51.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Yelpers Need Helpers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1IRktk6bTI/AAAAAAAABhs/f6QZ0jta5Zg/s1600-h/Bobo+Howling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419823342251314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1IRktk6bTI/AAAAAAAABhs/f6QZ0jta5Zg/s200/Bobo+Howling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Awoooooo......Wooh .....Bff......"&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf, Come on now Bobo. All you have been doing is yelping around when you could do something like our last sibdoglings did. Our older sisters, Baby and Erin Armstrong, used to always give back. Did you know they were volunteers for Hospice of Palm Beach County?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, I never knew that? How did you find out?"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1IXP7Zf8qI/AAAAAAAABh8/_oxJ5MhLxg0/s1600-h/Bo+and+Izzy+Sniffing+Around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427426063344988834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1IXP7Zf8qI/AAAAAAAABh8/_oxJ5MhLxg0/s200/Bo+and+Izzy+Sniffing+Around.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, When we were sniffing around in Mom's home office I saw one of the drawers were slid slightly ajar. I took my paw and pulled it out and popped this plastic card with a photo on it. Written on the card was, Baby Armstrong, Volunteer. I started to really whale, some ocean sized tears, just knowing a piece of our past. Especially when I found out what Baby did."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow, you mentioned Erin, did she Volunteer too?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apparently, Erin was really the one that got noticed the most. She would be told to pray and put her paws together and it was said she really looked like an Angel. It was so awesome that even the sickest of sick would barely lift up their heads to see her do that. The ones that couldn't lift up were helped by the nurses or family members that were there. What a blessing that must have been for the staff as well, as I'm sure it was for all who were there, in Hospice, at that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Were they able to go anywhere they wanted?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You bet, but if a patient had allergies both of them were told your Not so favorite saying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know it well, NO DOGS ALLOWED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yep. So, Bobo, when you start yelping think about helping. Get your thoughts off your own troubles and think about what you can do in your life to make a dogifference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks, Izzy for getting me off my cry. I am going to give that a lot of thought from now on. Wow, I'm so proud to know our past siblings did something good with their doggone lives. I want to do something with mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, Bobo, me too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you or anyone you know ever thought about Volunteering your time in the community? Hospice of Palm Beach County is just one more way to make a difference in people's lives. There is hardly a person alive that doesn't know about Hospice and what they have done for a persons family, neighbors and or friends. You should go to their link and see why Hospice of P.B.C. is the best place to help you with a family member, by adding the dignity they deserve when they are at the end of their lives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their Vision: To create a world where everyone receives great service at the end of life and no one is afraid of dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hpbc.com./"&gt;http://hpbc.com./&lt;/a&gt;              If you do decide to Volunteer tell them Bobo and Izzy sent you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8718580353348105210?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8718580353348105210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-yelpers-need-helpers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8718580353348105210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8718580353348105210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-yelpers-need-helpers.html' title='No Yelpers Need Helpers!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/S1IRktk6bTI/AAAAAAAABhs/f6QZ0jta5Zg/s72-c/Bobo+Howling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-437656677689737944</id><published>2010-01-01T11:47:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:23:59.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Dawgs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sz4rgHORdTI/AAAAAAAABgs/5Tu5psz8WcQ/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+New+Years+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818832095376690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sz4rgHORdTI/AAAAAAAABgs/5Tu5psz8WcQ/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+New+Years+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awoooooooo, woah there partner. I don't want to put on this silly looking thing just to bring the New Year in. Why is it, me and Izzy can't just enjoy ourselves at our dog pad and hang out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, keep still and it will be over with, soon. The more you squirm about the longer it's going to take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff up, Izzy, your next. hehe. Hey, what happened to your tiara? It looks like your head's too small. I always said you were a pea brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, arf .And you have always had the fat head, looks like yours is going to be a purrrfect fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sz4t2TwwdFI/AAAAAAAABg0/mQw6kcP3-00/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+New+Years+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421821412441617490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sz4t2TwwdFI/AAAAAAAABg0/mQw6kcP3-00/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+New+Years+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Come on now Izzy, you know you're my Dawg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the whole point is we wanted to Bark, Howl, Bow Wow to wish all our Dawgs, a very Happy New Yar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy that's Y-e-a-r. Oops, Sorry, I made a promised not to be so  critical of  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just the way it is Bobo. Mine was to not get so upset about it  and most importantly not to let you bother me. I mean it bother me." Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all you dawgs out there and whatever your resolution is,  just do your best and don't worry about the Oops'. Be yourselves and when the oops' comes and they will, just let the other person know you didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          "Licks to all..... from Bobo and Izzy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Peace, health, love and happiness from our house to yours from The Eidson Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-437656677689737944?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/437656677689737944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-dawgs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/437656677689737944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/437656677689737944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-dawgs.html' title='Happy New Year Dawgs!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sz4rgHORdTI/AAAAAAAABgs/5Tu5psz8WcQ/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+New+Years+2010+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8131358807209028916</id><published>2009-12-27T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:37:26.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOPB....Fave Dawg, Paw The Draw! Revised</title><content type='html'>"Bobo and Izzy are so excited they can hardly contain themselves. Why I heard Izzy yesterday on Christmas Day tell Bobo, "Arf, Bobo, I wanted to be the fist to bark you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back at ya, Izzy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZqk6cDFsI/AAAAAAAABgM/Ptxc7CW3USg/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+Christmas+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419636383981704898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZqk6cDFsI/AAAAAAAABgM/Ptxc7CW3USg/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+Christmas+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Okay, be good and enjoy your sock with the new squirrel inside. I know you can get it out between the two of you. Now play like good boys and girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, sure. We get a sock and a toy and she leaves without us to go to one of her pawties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say Bobo, why aren't we able to go to any of the Christmas, in between or New Year Pawties, that are happening around the town? We could promise not to get in the way. Why I bet we could bring a lot of playful fun. Especially, since we grrrot our new squirrel grrrift to play with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably, they don't invite us, because, the other dog owners, don't know to bag up some pooh when it happens. We are just like anybody else, when ya gotta go, you gotta go. Hehe "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about while everyone is at their own pawties, et al, we'll have our own Pawty Howl going on. It will be the scoop of the season. We'll have them BYOPB...bring your own pooh bags, for the back yard just in case. That way Mom won't notice we even had anything going down at our dog house. We can even play that game where you bring a gift and we paw the draw of who goes first. You're allowed one paw on someone else's gift, or you paw the draw for a new one yourself. The last dawg get's to pick what they want at the end. What do ya say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, Sounds Grrrreat! What the @#$% does et al mean? You used that before in another dogversation we had. I mean it, I want to know, right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, we need to get stawted on this pawty fast and you nead the word please in your dogvocabulary...... You need to send out your famous Howl Growl you do? I will tell you some other time, but for now we need to get our tails a wagging, et al......Hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awooooooo.........Ahhhhhhh.......Ahhhhhhhhh..........Wooooooo....Here they come, let's get this pawty stawted........." Hehe...."Make sure to do a bag check at the door, one of our Dawgs might try and make a mess or prank with us, by bringing a bag of pooh or letting a cat out of the bag. hehe......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZq7aXpTEI/AAAAAAAABgU/SyDfjhA1O84/s1600-h/Dogs+Playtime+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419636770510294082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZq7aXpTEI/AAAAAAAABgU/SyDfjhA1O84/s200/Dogs+Playtime+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "We always have to have one wise Dawg in the crowd. Only our fave Dawgs are allowed. Here comes Chico and Lola. They are our fave's. I can barely see them. I am stretching as high as I can to see them through the window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, I heard they are heavily dating now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff.....hope Chico treats Lola right, she is pretty hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, why Bobo, I had no idea. Did you like Lola more than just a friendly way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nada. I respect my dawg, Chico. Hope they get along well together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZu-Ff1y1I/AAAAAAAABgk/EQzuVU19tW0/s1600-h/Chico+and+Lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419641214493641554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZu-Ff1y1I/AAAAAAAABgk/EQzuVU19tW0/s200/Chico+and+Lola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hi Bobo, Izzy, thanks for the howling invitation. This is the Dawg pawty of the year, right, Lola?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better believe it. Psssst....Ruff....Chico, I don't really think there are any other, dawg pawties. Hehe....I hope I get to paw the draw for the last gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff.......Let's play." Lola and Chico, come and get your dog tags so everyone will know who each dawg is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boof, Move up, Lola, I need to get my tag too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ruff, you promised Chico, you wouldn't be rude to me. If you want to keep dating I would think you would be nicer to your Lola"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, doll. You know you are the prettiest babe I know. I just got so excited I could just pee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, Chico, I heard that, the bush in the corner out back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hope everyone is having as much fun as me and Izzy are are. Don't forget to pick up your messes. Also, make sure you dig a hole and empty your pooh bags in the backyard. Take them as far back as you can in case one of you can't dig deep enough. You dig? Hehe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know me and Izzy will, or there will be no more BYOPB's, for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, thanks for coming dawgs......Lola, we are so happy for you that you pawed the draw. Or better yet, that you had the last draw. Hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bow wow, ruff, boof, arf, bff.........and a Happy New Year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Send a Free greeting card to someone from Linda, Joe or Lois.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.sendoutcards.com/theeidsonteam"&gt;https://www.sendoutcards.com/theeidsonteam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8131358807209028916?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8131358807209028916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/byopbfave-dawg-paw-draw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8131358807209028916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8131358807209028916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/byopbfave-dawg-paw-draw.html' title='BYOPB....Fave Dawg, Paw The Draw! Revised'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzZqk6cDFsI/AAAAAAAABgM/Ptxc7CW3USg/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+Christmas+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2976907134082020623</id><published>2009-12-22T07:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:45:22.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Biz and Dogs Tune!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzPrPu5Y1wI/AAAAAAAABf8/gw7JucNJAQA/s1600-h/BoBo+says+Phew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418933432176137986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzPrPu5Y1wI/AAAAAAAABf8/gw7JucNJAQA/s200/BoBo+says+Phew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"Bff, Bobo, Arf and Izzy here. We've all been working our paws and tongues out at the office, so we can enjoy Christmas weekend and get a grrrrreat and fresh start on Monday, when we get back. We are really putting our noses to the grindstone as they say." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"If you aren't aware, me and my sister Izzy, are partners at work now. We've joined forces with the Eidson Team, our Aunt Linda, Uncle Joe and Mom at Coldwell Banker Real Estate in Jupiter. The main reason we went to Coldwell Banker Real Estate was because they have everything we need to use to be successful in the Biz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: right; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; cssfloat: right" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzN37aH4kQI/AAAAAAAABfU/4rqEph3sBwY/s1600-h/Hi+there!.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzN37aH4kQI/AAAAAAAABfU/4rqEph3sBwY/s200/Hi+there!.jpg" border="0" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, Bobo, that isn't what you told me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you hear everything....if truth be told, it was to spend more time with our family too. We only get to see our Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe, when they pet sit us and on a few other occasions. Mom, when she gets home after work. So, here we are at the bizziest time of the year and let's see what Izzy's up to, now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, help me, we have to finish pawing letters, howling on the phone to everyone we can think of to call and lick some more envelopes. Save the licking for me......That's the best part of the whole mailing thing. You know how much I love to lick everything I can get my tongue on. Hehe...I love the way it makes my tongue taste and feel when it slides along the edge of the envelopes too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzDDv_eZXFI/AAAAAAAABfE/PS9lCyzH3uI/s1600-h/Izzy+loves+to+lick.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzDDv_eZXFI/AAAAAAAABfE/PS9lCyzH3uI/s640/Izzy+loves+to+lick.jpg" border="0" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"Bff, As long as you don't get a paper or tongue cut, those hurt. Awoooooo. Don't forget Izzy, we need to get these out today ASAP. My tongue is dry, so if you wouldn't mind, I'll take care of pawing the cards in the envelopes and you keep on licking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"You know what Bobo? This Real Estate is great when we are all working together as a team. By the way, where is the rest of the team? I knew we were going to be used like this at first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"Izzy, you're like the Timex watch......it keeps on ticking, while you keep on licking.........Hehe...You have been chosen as the winning card licking machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf......very funny....." Well, we are finished let's bark a tune for everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Bff you a Merry Christmas, We Arf you a Merry Christmas, We Bff and Arf you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year... Awooooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thinking of Buying or Selling? Use a Realtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2976907134082020623?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2976907134082020623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-biz-and-dogs-tune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2976907134082020623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2976907134082020623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-biz-and-dogs-tune.html' title='Last Minute Biz and Dogs Tune!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SzPrPu5Y1wI/AAAAAAAABf8/gw7JucNJAQA/s72-c/BoBo+says+Phew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-796918887747943318</id><published>2009-12-18T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:02:49.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should We Sleigh Or Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>"Izzy, What in the heck does this Title mean today? You know darn well, no sleigh bells are ringing around here unless Santa's going to be in Jupiter, Florida today or they're attached to a bed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, Your head is going to be ringing sleigh bells if we don't get ready for the office Christmas Party today at the beach. We better get our paws in gear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, I don't want to go to any party today, it's suppose to rain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyuB8_HZZmI/AAAAAAAABe0/Hnhqu90Pf1E/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyBeach+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyuB8_HZZmI/AAAAAAAABe0/Hnhqu90Pf1E/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyBeach+Party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go, I knew you were going to try and make excuses not to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bow wow wow....Thanks, Izzy. Where did you find such a cool raincoat like this? For a sister you're not so bad after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, you mean you haven't ever heard of the dogalogue? It has everything from Gormet dog cookies and treats, grooming supplies, upscale clothing, toys galore and every bone for us to chew on you can think of. So move it or we will be late for our very first arf-fair that we've been invited too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf-fair, I don't think I am ready for one of those, just because I 'm single and quite handsome, I might add."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need to worry about that Mr. Kool. No dogs are allowed where we are going. We got in only because we got our Dog license with Coldwell Banker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, Izzy let's go, I know you guys are playing around. If you don't hurry up you can have your own party here at home........Santa's coming with plenty of treats and I am sure you want him to see you are a good boy and girl. Maybe you'll get more scraps, at the tables too, if we get there early enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, can Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe put in a good word for us to Santa, and all the Realtors, so we can get some goodies? Arf, Arf, Bff, Bff....................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, should we sleigh or should we go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go, Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe are going to be there and you know what kind of scraps Uncle Joe, can leave for us. We'll sit under his table. Hehe....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let's not forget to bark a Merry Christmas and a Happy 2010 to all! Bff....Bff....Arf....Arf......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-796918887747943318?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/796918887747943318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-we-sleigh-or-should-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/796918887747943318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/796918887747943318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-we-sleigh-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should We Sleigh Or Should I Go?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyuB8_HZZmI/AAAAAAAABe0/Hnhqu90Pf1E/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+RainyBeach+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2214464417051802893</id><published>2009-12-12T00:40:00.059-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:53:54.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12/12/09 Corrected 12:40AM'/><title type='text'>R U Kidding Me? From 12/10 Oops..Bobo And Izzy Sorry For The Qqqq's!</title><content type='html'>"Izzy, remember the house I told you about&amp;nbsp;in Acworth, Georgia with the fabulous remodeling and Christmas decorations inside throughout the house?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, how could I forget you went on&amp;nbsp;and on. Truth be told it was interesting.&amp;nbsp;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrr....uess what? This same home is a Cat house that has most of the top cat show offs in the country. The Owner, Cindy, has been showing her top cats for years. Aunt Judy's, brother Joseph and his friend Kerry, have been showing off&amp;nbsp;their own top cats over the years. These people, AKA, cat-a-holics. Hehe.....They take these top cat show offs and go to these cat-aholic parties. The worst part is, Awooo, Awooo, Awooo, Hooowl, Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, Awooo, Bff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo, I have never heard you Bff on like this. What's the worst part?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Izzy, they have signs everywhere that say, 'No Dogs Allowed,' Bff...Some of those top cat show offs are wearing human extensions and dog hair ones too. Where's Bob Barker when you really need him? Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyFAq_XEf3I/AAAAAAAABeE/utOa1Ck5KtQ/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyFAq_XEf3I/AAAAAAAABeE/utOa1Ck5KtQ/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo,I felt sorry for you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it, You actually&amp;nbsp;ran to get my squirrel for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, we have Real Estate ethics to uphold. With our new licenses we have to be careful, in what places we hang out at anyway. The Eidson Team, Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate LLC, Geri, our Broker&amp;nbsp;and where we work, are very ethical in their dealings. We need to learn from them, so we don't get in trouble.I am sure you wouldn't want Mom to lose her pride and faith she has in us? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"No way Izzy. We could sneak inside one of those cat covered&lt;br /&gt;cages and have someone let us out.We would be chasing cats all over the place and having the time of our lives. They would announce Bobo and Izzy Armstrong, like those people, that got in on a list as the White house crashers. Izzy,you heard about the Saliva's or Salavoli's couple that got in at the White house, didn't you? The only difference with us and them is, we would be called, Cat house crashers. Hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, Arf, that isn't funny, we could possibly lose our lives or end up at the animal hospital, with a house full of cats that could claw us to death. They wouldn't know we are Realtors and A.K.A. The Four Paws Team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Izzy,&amp;nbsp;We almost were invited to the White house.remember?" The only way in the White House now, would be to go on the Oprah Win-a-free show. She knows people. "Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We did not grrrret invited to the White house anyway?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, we almost were in but you decided to chew off your nails, on your paws, ate the paper we were to paw in on. Mom tried to turn in for us for entrance but it wasn't readable. We would have been the first dogs, in the world, to get a special Real Estate recognition for dogs. Hey, I just realized there were, No Cats Allowed at the White House, the Prez has a dog."Hehe...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, let's go to work today and show em we can get our own Buyers and Sellers...." We don't need to be on some Oprah Win-a-free show or at the White House to be the best dog Realtors in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, R U Kidding Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell a home, use a Realtor. The Eidson Team's Motto: It's Ez with the Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://homesreu.com/"&gt;http://homesreu.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyD133uaDBI/AAAAAAAABd8/Z5dxrE_OvG0/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyD133uaDBI/AAAAAAAABd8/Z5dxrE_OvG0/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo and Izzy's Motto?.........A Bff, Arf and a Bark, from the Four Paws Team!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo and Izzy,&amp;nbsp;apologize for the Post not coming through on the&amp;nbsp;10th. the right way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, Izzy, had some food stuck on her paw and, Oh Izzy, qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq's were everywhere. Hehe....."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, Way to go, Oh&amp;nbsp;Izzy qqqqqqqqqqqqqqq? No wonder, no one could&amp;nbsp;finish reading the Blog with whatever you had stuck on your paw.........It was&amp;nbsp;Ucky pooey. Also, it's Susy Q, not Izzy Q, silly boy. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2214464417051802893?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2214464417051802893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/r-u-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2214464417051802893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2214464417051802893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/r-u-kidding-me.html' title='R U Kidding Me? From 12/10 Oops..Bobo And Izzy Sorry For The Qqqq&apos;s!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SyFAq_XEf3I/AAAAAAAABeE/utOa1Ck5KtQ/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3401071829889994666</id><published>2009-12-08T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:26:32.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bff, Arf And A Bark, From The Four Paws Team!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx449hUaThI/AAAAAAAABds/6dP9-rfuloM/s1600-h/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx449hUaThI/AAAAAAAABds/6dP9-rfuloM/s200/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo here, Bow Wow Wee......... Bff, Bff, Mom went on a business trip for a few days with a friend of hers, we call Aunt Judy, to look at a few different homes in Acworth, Georgia. Aunt Judy's Brother, Joseph, and his friend, Kerry, live in Acworth. Every year they are invited to go to a friend of theirs, Cindy and Jim's house, for a Spectacular Christmas celebration. Mom and Aunt Judy, were asked over to see what this couple have done in some recent remodeling.They pulled up in the driveway and saw beautiful stone slated stairs which matched an older set already in place.They walked up to a huge double glass door entryway dressed with a gorgeous wreathe that hung with pride and opened to a gorgeous Christmas show piece. Cindy&amp;nbsp;greeted us with smiles and hugs for all. Holly with lights were running up a new Bannister they just put in, to the 2nd floor, with lit up Santa's, that lined the top of the stairway. They were wearing what looked to be mink coats and their belly's rose up and down when they ho ho ho'd. Two of the upstairs bedrooms were filled with boxed gifts of wines, others with toiletries, stuffed animals with surprise gifts inside. Reindeer's adorned the rear of the room and Santa sleds. On the dressers were&amp;nbsp;Nativity Scenes&amp;nbsp;and other stand up outdoor Christmas decorations for the yards that were displayed all around both bedrooms. Door wreathes with hand made designs, were laid on top of one of the beds displaying their beauty, just awaiting doors to be hung upon. There were also large bell balls that dangled from the door knobs that jingled like sleigh bells." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx2TIRJoF0I/AAAAAAAABdc/V1FVPgvyi4s/s1600-h/Bobo+dressed+to+kill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx2TIRJoF0I/AAAAAAAABdc/V1FVPgvyi4s/s200/Bobo+dressed+to+kill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Bobo, Arf, Arf, my black and white paws are shivering, just thinking about all the things we could have played with, if we&amp;nbsp;would have been able to be there. I heard they&amp;nbsp;just completed $50,000 plus in renovations which included a newly built on porch, with an outdoor entertainment grill installed overlooking a private executive golf course? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff, Izzy, it's true. Jim, one of the Owners,&amp;nbsp;loves to play golf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, please bark&amp;nbsp;on. My paws are really shaking I can hardly stand up. By the&amp;nbsp;way, I love the way you're dressed so paw-fessional&amp;nbsp; too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff, Thanks Izzy. Well, a few months ago, they put in a bar at the house that sits at least a dozen people or more, not counting all the other reclining chairs, sofas and of course a large screened TV for their viewing pleasure. Jim, the Owner&amp;nbsp;had on the football game which kept him entertained while he made&amp;nbsp;Mom,&amp;nbsp;Aunt Judy and the rest of the&amp;nbsp;few guests that were&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;us a nonalcoholic drink. On the rim of their cocktail glasses, he told them they could&amp;nbsp;be dipped in green, pink, blue, purple, or red colored sugar. The drinks were homemade fresh&amp;nbsp;blended fruit smoothies, just waiting for&amp;nbsp;their tongues to dance upon. Mom never mentioned any black or white sugars? This Jim may just be colored blind? We know the only colors we see are black and white and we know we see well. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Arf, Arf, anymore on the house, Bobo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Bff off Izzy, let me think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo, you need to be more respectful, especially having a Real Estate license now et al...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, Bff, what's an et al?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo later, just finish what Mom, said about the house? Sometimes, you get&amp;nbsp;almost done&amp;nbsp;with what you are barking about, pleasssssse get to the point, Arf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, on you anyway. Mom said, this house was a magnificent show piece. It was like being in Santa's toy store with all the extras. Jim's wife, Cindy, let Mom and Aunt Judy pick out an early Christmas gift, she called a give away she does at her parties. Can't wait to see what they come back with. Hope we get the give away. I hope it will be filled with bones, dog grrrrrourmet cookies and toys in black and white. hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sxe2etMvNGI/AAAAAAAABc0/GhM7wmL0ub8/s1600-h/Bummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sxe2etMvNGI/AAAAAAAABc0/GhM7wmL0ub8/s200/Bummer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Bobo, that was actually interesting what Mom told you. Now here we are at the office learning some&amp;nbsp;extra ideas about Real Estate and how some of those people do what they call staging. Uncle Joe and Aunt Linda, had to do some extra things at work so they dropped us off at home so we could take a&amp;nbsp;siesta. Uncle Joe, had to install a new computer at work. Aunt Linda, was the ever ready bunny, she never stopped working the whole time Mom was gone. She goes and goes and goes. At least when they got home from work, Aunt Linda's battery, was still full speed and started petting us and writing contracts at the same time. She is a dog lover and works like a dawg. Hehe...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, Uncle Joe played with us too, we chased the squirrel, the ball, the rope, we chased the Izzy, the squirrel again and chased the Izzy again. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx1xOleZ8II/AAAAAAAABdM/3MVzD0suV10/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx1xOleZ8II/AAAAAAAABdM/3MVzD0suV10/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Arf, Arf.....you didn't tell them I ended up getting your squirrel away from you and hid it so you couldn't find it? Uncle Joe says that is a good Real Estate technique."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff, how do you figure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;people that do Real Estate, or whatever job, do the same thing. They misplace their glasses, car keys for example, pens are common&amp;nbsp;and this would get their minds off thinking about Real Estate until they can find what their looking for. This would allow us the opportunity, to get most of the listings. When the Realtors, have their mind off what they are doing, we can go in and get the Sellers to sign the contracts, while these Realtors are still looking for their glasses, car keys&amp;nbsp;etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Izzy, Bff, we dogs, think bones, good food, playing, licking and anything else you can think of. Bow wow wow, we have the listing.&amp;nbsp;Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Only of course by using the experience of The Eidson Team and&amp;nbsp;Coldwell Banker Real Estate LLC&amp;nbsp;will help us get it Sold! &lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell, use a Realtor........If you can't find a Realtor, please give our team a&amp;nbsp;shout.&amp;nbsp; Remember, It's EZ with the Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bobo and Izzy's Motto?.........A Bff, Arf and a Bark,&amp;nbsp;from the Four Paws Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3401071829889994666?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3401071829889994666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/bobo-izzys-real-estate-bffs-and-arfs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3401071829889994666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3401071829889994666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/bobo-izzys-real-estate-bffs-and-arfs.html' title='A Bff, Arf And A Bark, From The Four Paws Team!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sx449hUaThI/AAAAAAAABds/6dP9-rfuloM/s72-c/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5852555462561365843</id><published>2009-11-26T14:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:33:00.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11/25/2009'/><title type='text'>Bobo And Izzy Take Leadership Course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw00ZmGea5I/AAAAAAAABcM/AH5pjjZLZ18/s1600/Lake+Worth+Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw00ZmGea5I/AAAAAAAABcM/AH5pjjZLZ18/s640/Lake+Worth+Beach.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you first start in Real Estate, one of the most important ways to get yourself started and understand all the different people and things you will be dealing with is the leadership program they have through the JTHS,(Jupiter, Tequesta, Hobe Sound)&amp;nbsp;Board Of Realtors.You may be asking yourself what does this do for me to help me grow in Real Estate? I am going to let Bobo and Izzy go over with you their first experience they had from the first program they have taken. Hopefully this will&amp;nbsp;help you know what a true leader is all about. It's not just about how smart you can be, but how much you can actually learn from others and sometimes how much we may have to take from them as well. Let's see what we can learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo here, I went to the beach today and I had to act like a service dog. Every step I took got hotter and hotter. My paws were saying, Run Bobo Run. What the #%)&amp;amp; was I doing this for? The lady they put me with seemed very nice and honest. This was suppose to teach us how to interact with&amp;nbsp;each other. It was also suppose to show us how to be more of a servant to others so we could learn from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A Park Ranger came by and said mam, "no dogs allowed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"She quickly spoke up and I thought great, she is going to be a servant to me but instead she said to him, "I have never seen this dog before in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw01LlTqivI/AAAAAAAABcU/B_pNzhD6GX8/s1600/Bobo+ready+for+beach+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw01LlTqivI/AAAAAAAABcU/B_pNzhD6GX8/s320/Bobo+ready+for+beach+day.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"I looked&amp;nbsp;at her and the Ranger and&amp;nbsp;wanted to take my scarf off and strangle both of them. Then I remembered, what I was really wearing the scarf for. I was being a servant to others. I also know, I will strangle Izzy, as this seemed like one of her setups. Bff., Shh, here comes Miss America now. Let's see what kind of day she has had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ladies, Gentleman and you too Bobo, I had to be around 20 children today&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;enjoyed playing with them. Other than the spitting through straws at each other, screamimg, pulling each others hair and my tail&amp;nbsp;at times, I felt they were having more fun playing with my tail then they did with each other.&amp;nbsp;I figured, most of them, were meant to be dognoxious.&amp;nbsp;I'm sure that was to test me on my endurance and discipline around children. I took a lot of&amp;nbsp;stuff, guff and a little rough&amp;nbsp;stuff, with some teasing from some of those&amp;nbsp;bullies at times.&amp;nbsp;Something told me this could be a set up from Bobo to test me. Will see about that later, maybe.The best part was, when the children&amp;nbsp;became calm and loving as soon as everyone came back to check on me. I was awarded the best Realtor with having the&amp;nbsp;best dogmeanor of the day! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw6W41eh1oI/AAAAAAAABcc/pT2OwrSDtTk/s1600/Hi+there!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw6W41eh1oI/AAAAAAAABcc/pT2OwrSDtTk/s320/Hi+there!.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Psst, Izzy. Wait until we get home and let's see how good you keep up your dogmeanor. I am going to chase you so much you may wish you had 20 children instead of having me as your brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to learn from my experience today. You are acting like a bully and I'm not afraid of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see how brave you are when no one's at home later. Hehe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the best you can be as a Realtor or whatever it is you do in your profession. Try not to be showy about it. You will be known better by being natural and sincere about what you do. This is just a part of what the leadership program entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell, use a Realtor. If you need a Realtor we can always help serve your needs. Our Motto Is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Four Paws Team has&amp;nbsp;pawed their way to help our teams join forces to make your experience fun and exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5852555462561365843?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5852555462561365843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bobo-and-izzy-take-leadership-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5852555462561365843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5852555462561365843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bobo-and-izzy-take-leadership-course.html' title='Bobo And Izzy Take Leadership Course!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sw00ZmGea5I/AAAAAAAABcM/AH5pjjZLZ18/s72-c/Lake+Worth+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7378160464810069415</id><published>2009-11-23T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:12:09.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends Over Back To WorK!</title><content type='html'>"Me and Bobo had a great week at the office last week. We were told when we come in Monday,&amp;nbsp;we must do a leadership course. This is required for all Realtors to take help them understand people better. As dogs, I would say we can&amp;nbsp;understand people more than anyone. It usually is a one year course and you do one day a month. We will start it today and can let everybody know what happens&amp;nbsp;tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, may I elaborate on something?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwsrOIORLTI/AAAAAAAABb8/V-G5ELk7Yyo/s1600/Izzy+watching+Bobo%27s+Ears+with+squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwsrOIORLTI/AAAAAAAABb8/V-G5ELk7Yyo/s200/Izzy+watching+Bobo%27s+Ears+with+squirrel.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waz Up, Bobo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you talk to our Brrroker, Geri, to see if we can get&amp;nbsp;by a window seat on the bus, so we can&amp;nbsp;look out the window. I just love it when the wind blows my ears up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, she said you would need to ask the bus driver which I took the liberty to do. He said it was a liability for them to do that. What if we got in an accident. Your head would be chop chop. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I asked him about&amp;nbsp;having my squirrel with me and he said as long as I don't disrupt anyone with the squeaky noises it would be okay.&amp;nbsp;I am happy I can have it with me&amp;nbsp;throughout the day. Anyway, I hope they don't&amp;nbsp;talk about colors of things on this trip? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, I thought Pomeranians were smart, and being&amp;nbsp;I am half a Pom myself, I always thought that was a cool thing. Thank goodness I am more Maltese. After all, I am a Malti-pom. Whew! You are really starting to make me wonder about you , Izzy, don't you know we&amp;nbsp;are color blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not. I can see color, Bobo. I never knew you were color blind. I always did wonder why you follow me from behind with your nose up my butt most the time. Hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, I am surprised at you about your last comment.&amp;nbsp;You do not see color."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwqBlBcg1-I/AAAAAAAABb0/GJv2Ep3zisY/s1600/And+The+Winner+Is,+Izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwqBlBcg1-I/AAAAAAAABb0/GJv2Ep3zisY/s200/And+The+Winner+Is,+Izzy.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Bobo, I bet you really aren't color blind? What color am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look black and white to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I am black and white, you do see color. I told you there's nothing wrong with you. Most of the time, that is, anyway. Hehe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, I didn't believe you so I asked the Brrroker, and she said you are black and white. I really am sorry, I didn't trust you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, I hope this leadership thing catches on for you. I thought you would have trusted me more. Now, this should put me&amp;nbsp;up front. Now you have to follow behind me, with your&amp;nbsp;nose, up my you know what&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. I hate to say it, butt, you really put out some fireworks&amp;nbsp;and machine gun sounds sometimes, and they can be a bit raunchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, that's a bit too much detail for some people. Remember, we are trying to get more Buyers and Sellers, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are looking to buy or sell Real Estate, Use a Realtor. If you don't have one already, contact the Eidson Team. Their Motto is It's Ez With The Eidson Team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's our motto, Bobo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7378160464810069415?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7378160464810069415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-over-back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7378160464810069415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7378160464810069415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-over-back-to-work.html' title='Weekends Over Back To WorK!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwsrOIORLTI/AAAAAAAABb8/V-G5ELk7Yyo/s72-c/Izzy+watching+Bobo%27s+Ears+with+squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7376195286664627886</id><published>2009-11-18T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:12:25.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day At The Office!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwQYc0-tQaI/AAAAAAAABbs/BKf06xD9Mn4/s1600/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwQYc0-tQaI/AAAAAAAABbs/BKf06xD9Mn4/s640/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bobo and Izzy are making their first appearance in the office today. They wanted to make a very good impression. Bobo had his sharp outfit and Izzy is standing with him to make herself look good as well. We have made it to the office and we just made it in the door before the office meeting got started. Our Broker, Geri, tends to always start on time. That is what all the on timers like about her. That's probably what the late timers don't like about her. You know the ole saying you just can't please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to grab a coffee and Bobo and Izzy, tried to lap up a cup, which of course turned out to be mine. We had an insurance speaker from the company explaining how to save money and put it away for a rainy or sick day. He also went over the regular health insurance policy. Bobo and Izzy liked the insurance until they found out the cost of it, and that the Insurance man, only offered a human policy. The nerve of that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Bobo whispered in Izzy's ear, "bff, bff, bffa, buffa, grrrrrrr." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy whispered back, "arf, arf, arrfa, affa, garf, gaaaarrrrr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay, I whispered to them, "we'll talk to the Broker about it, unless you want to bark at the Insurance man first. Now, shhhhh, there's more to the meeting than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri said, "I would like to introduce two new Realtors that will be working with the Eidson Team but they carry their own Team Name. They are the Four Paws Team....Bobo D. Armstrong and Izzy A. Armstrong, a brother and sister who get along most of the time. Lol. Their Mom is Lois A. Armstrong, Aunt is Linda Eidson and their Uncle is Joe Eidson. Hopefully this team will have much to offer the office. Bobo and Izzy do you have anything you want to bark about that I have said already or might have missed?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Geri, may I call you Geri?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you can, it's Bobo, right"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's me on the right and Izzy on the left. Hehe....Anyway, we want to know if you would mind if we could bring a dish to lay on the floor out of the way to drink water through the day. We felt lowering one of the water fountains would be a bit extreme. Also, the toilet is not quite what we're accustomed too. May we discretely use the bush around the side, towards the back of the building, near the south offices, for privacy purposes. We like our privacy just as much as you all do. Maybe you could put in a bag post so Mom, Aunt Linda or Uncle Joe can dispose of our you know what properly. We promise we don't want to cause any problems for anyone. We want to start out in the office with nothing special but those things. I would think you might agree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I think you and Izzy, will fit&amp;nbsp;in much quicker, if we all aren't accidentally stepping on something we find to be unpleasant, not only for us, but for our customers as well. Let's give a high four paws welcome to The Four Paws Team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Geri?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's Izzy, right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I am on the left and Bobo is on the right. Anyway, what do we do to get started? Me and Bobo are ready to paw a contract as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;"Good attitude and thinking. Sounds like you are ready to roll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean I have to roll over here too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I meant, you are ready to get going. Hey, where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told me to get going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not home, start working, is what I meant. Anyway, we are thrilled to have you both and look forward to many great days ahead. Welcome, Bobo and Izzy to the Jupiter, Florida, Coldwell Banker Office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to purchase or sell a home, use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor, give&amp;nbsp; a shout to one of us or one of our new team members. Our New Motto is: It's Ez With The Eidson Team.&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;The Four Paws Team. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7376195286664627886?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7376195286664627886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-at-office.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7376195286664627886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7376195286664627886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-at-office.html' title='First Day At The Office!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwQYc0-tQaI/AAAAAAAABbs/BKf06xD9Mn4/s72-c/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8613098201847534968</id><published>2009-11-16T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:28:15.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Work!</title><content type='html'>"Whoah! Good-morning you two. Come on it's time to get up. Why didn't you set your alarm? I can't always be responsible to wake you up to go to work. Just because I work at the same office with your aunt Linda and Uncle Joe, doesn't mean you are going to have it easy, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwE-qXnPbdI/AAAAAAAABaU/cgJaTG1CMxU/s1600/Bobo+%26+Izzy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwE-qXnPbdI/AAAAAAAABaU/cgJaTG1CMxU/s200/Bobo+%26+Izzy.png" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Yawn, yawn, stretch, stretch...bff, bff, aff, aff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, are you that tired you can't even arf? Come on now, this is the last time I come in here to wake you. Let's go, Coldwell Banker Realtors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we just lay here for a few more minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFD7ih17TI/AAAAAAAABas/tA5_ZNgVj-Q/s1600/Let%27s+Go+Get+Ready+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFD7ih17TI/AAAAAAAABas/tA5_ZNgVj-Q/s200/Let%27s+Go+Get+Ready+047.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Come on Izzy, she means business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"I hear that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Come get your coffee, I have it ready for you. Bobo please share with Izzy, she needs some coffee too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFSjdrE9MI/AAAAAAAABbc/WXiYb2fPEYo/s1600/Coffee+Drinker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFSjdrE9MI/AAAAAAAABbc/WXiYb2fPEYo/s200/Coffee+Drinker.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"I had a ruff night's sleep with Izzy laying practically on top of me last night. Her doggie breath too, whew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo, I heard you. What about your snoring it's really obnoxious. I could hardly get any sleep myself. Now I have to deal with your coffee breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bobo, Izzy go brush your teeth and let's get going. it's time to go. It's been 5 minutes and I know they aren't brushing their teeth anymore. Where are they? I mean it,&amp;nbsp;I will not be late for you two. I'm starting the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bobo, leave the squirrel at home. You'll meet enough people that act like squirrels. You won't need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFHXOu85bI/AAAAAAAABbM/ekDdiph4qG0/s1600/Bobo+and+Izzy+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFHXOu85bI/AAAAAAAABbM/ekDdiph4qG0/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+014.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFM8472FwI/AAAAAAAABbU/GLk-fnF-cHc/s1600/Leave+the+bone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwFM8472FwI/AAAAAAAABbU/GLk-fnF-cHc/s200/Leave+the+bone.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Izzy, you too. Leave your bone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Arf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Looking to buy or sell Real Estate, use a Realtor.&amp;nbsp; If you don't have a Realtor, give us a shout. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Motto Is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Introducing: The Four Paws Team...."Bff.....Arf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8613098201847534968?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8613098201847534968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-ready-for-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8613098201847534968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8613098201847534968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-ready-for-work.html' title='Getting Ready For Work!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SwE-qXnPbdI/AAAAAAAABaU/cgJaTG1CMxU/s72-c/Bobo+%26+Izzy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6600709306435452309</id><published>2009-11-15T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:23:27.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Did Someone Say Treat?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv_7VsHsKdI/AAAAAAAABaE/UT7Odbc0G1A/s1600-h/Jupiter+Lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv_7VsHsKdI/AAAAAAAABaE/UT7Odbc0G1A/s200/Jupiter+Lighthouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well, well, well, you two. You both, need to make sure you are ready for your first day&amp;nbsp;of work tomorrow. I heard your appointment Friday, with Geri Irelan, the Broker, went very well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Oh yes, she was very easy to&amp;nbsp;bark to. She's a true professional lady with much class. Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate LLC,&amp;nbsp;should be very proud to have her as their Brrrrroker, for the Jupiter and Hobe Sound offices. We had a choice to work at either location. We decided the Jupiter location would be the best&amp;nbsp;place for us. It has a lot of history. The lighthouse is just one of their famous landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to introduce you both around the office tomorrow. Have you decided if you are working as a team or individually?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and Bobo have barked it over and we are going to be a team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you realize you need to be able to take criticism and encourage each other if you are going to work together like that. Do you have a team name yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sure, we know that. Is it okay for me to tell her our team name, Izzy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, arf,&amp;nbsp;wee, wee,&amp;nbsp;yes, yes, see see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Never mind. We are calling ourselves the Four Paws Team of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. Well I guess I will see you both tomorrow. Looks like the office is going to be in for a treat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, bff, arf, arf, did someone say treat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv_8RHLsHtI/AAAAAAAABaM/CPJoPtYqb_M/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv_8RHLsHtI/AAAAAAAABaM/CPJoPtYqb_M/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell&amp;nbsp;Real Estate,&amp;nbsp;use a Realtor. If you don't know a Realtor,&amp;nbsp;give us a shout, &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Our motto is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6600709306435452309?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6600709306435452309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-someone-say-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6600709306435452309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6600709306435452309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-someone-say-treat.html' title='&quot;Did Someone Say Treat?&quot;'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv_7VsHsKdI/AAAAAAAABaE/UT7Odbc0G1A/s72-c/Jupiter+Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1112309077879452896</id><published>2009-11-14T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:52:11.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Give Me's!</title><content type='html'>I decided&amp;nbsp;to do, 4 give me's I could talk about, that may help us learn more about ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, bff..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"The first one is........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff, bff, bff...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"What's up, Bobo? I was just about to talk about 4 give me's. Got any ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6yS5oFzcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fo1_Tzw5l3A/s1600-h/Watch+Out+Izzy+That%27s+My+Bone+You%27re+After..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6yS5oFzcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fo1_Tzw5l3A/s200/Watch+Out+Izzy+That%27s+My+Bone+You%27re+After..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Bff...The first grrrrrive is I want my squirrel,&amp;nbsp;Izzy's bone,&amp;nbsp;chase Izzy, eat food and drink water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, that 5 give me's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Food and water go together. Hehehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arf, arf..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6xXDAUw9I/AAAAAAAABZ0/CgRt1eeZt3Q/s1600-h/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6xXDAUw9I/AAAAAAAABZ0/CgRt1eeZt3Q/s200/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yes, Izzy. I wondered when you were going to butt in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Arf....My 4 grrrrive me's is, Bobo's squirrel, my bone back,&amp;nbsp;chase Bobo, eat food and drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Izzy, that's 5 give me's." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Bobo has my squirrel and bone, and they go together. Hehehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't really see what we can learn from all this?&amp;nbsp; Bobo has his squirrel and wants Izzy's bone and Izzy wants Bobo's squirrel and her bone back. I guess&amp;nbsp;what we can learn is, there will always be something, we will never be able to have completely.&amp;nbsp;We will have to learn to share with each other whether we like it or not. That's the only way you&amp;nbsp;can have your give me's. Do you both agree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, give me my bone or I'll hide your squirrel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, I will get you for this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6whmjMjYI/AAAAAAAABZs/B-9Y0_HOkyM/s1600-h/Playing+and+Barking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6whmjMjYI/AAAAAAAABZs/B-9Y0_HOkyM/s200/Playing+and+Barking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you two, give and get go together. Lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, Thanks for the read of my Blog. Bobo and Izzy have plenty more stories coming your way and starting Monday,&amp;nbsp;it will be about what&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;would like to see them do on a daily basis. If there are no suggestions I will start with them working as Realtors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you are looking to buy or sell,&amp;nbsp; use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor, give us a shout. Our Motto Is: It's EZ with the Eidson Team!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1112309077879452896?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1112309077879452896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-give-mes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1112309077879452896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1112309077879452896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-give-mes.html' title='4 Give Me&apos;s!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv6yS5oFzcI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fo1_Tzw5l3A/s72-c/Watch+Out+Izzy+That%27s+My+Bone+You%27re+After..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7244434229670718348</id><published>2009-11-13T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:07:21.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R U Training Your Dogs Or R They Training U?</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say I haven't been the best sit, stay, and settle down commander with my dogs this time around. I had 2 Poms before Bobo and Izzy. Their names were Baby and Erin. They got everything they wanted or didn't want. I had a Veterinarian, tell me once., who's training who, Lois? It was so true. Baby, my little angel, devil dog, used to bark at the door to a roommates bedroom, and wouldn't stop, until the roommate would come out. I would say, shut up, no, nada, not, I mean it, stop it Baby, and she wouldn't. The noise I made to get her to try and stop, would actually be, what woke the roommate. I felt so bad about that darn dog not listening. I lost more roommates that way. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1Yvl1j9ZI/AAAAAAAABZc/W16wfhtapVU/s1600-h/Set25_02%5B0%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1Yvl1j9ZI/AAAAAAAABZc/W16wfhtapVU/s200/Set25_02%5B0%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Pom, Erin was a true Angel. She was pure in heart and knew exactly how to get to yours. When I first got her she layed her head on my chest and looked up in my eyes and that was it. She was mine from that moment on. She didn't have good legs and was very clumsy. I used to have to even wipe her butt, like a little baby, for the first 3 to5 months. Too much information, huh? Anyway, she couldn't stand for long. The people that gave her to me were thinking of putting her down. I wasn't going to let that happen. This dog could melt your heart with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I called a friend of mine, named Mark, who did massage and Tai Chi. He said, "Lois, you need to be working with her. Do some resistance exercises on her legs and make them strong. Massage her legs every day and make sure you get her to try and walk." Wow, it was like a miracle! Erin, was walking and able to use the bathroom without falling in it almost within 2 weeks. She started running before she walked. Her legs were really going, but she was very clumsy with them at times. She would always be on the arm of my couch when you would walk in the door. She'd pat her paws at you a mile a minute and start talking. "Uh uh, uh uh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1Vqwhs7xI/AAAAAAAABZE/6CwOxlpTXgM/s1600-h/Baby+Eating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1Vqwhs7xI/AAAAAAAABZE/6CwOxlpTXgM/s200/Baby+Eating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time to get those two their shots. I brought Baby and Erin to the Vet and she asked, "how are things going?" I said great! Baby only eats when she feels like it. Erin, won't let me get near her paws to clip them and they both run the house now. I have to scoot over so they can have their spots on the couch, bed etc. She looked at me and said, "It looks like your dogs have trained you very well." What did that mean? She said, "R U training your dogs or R they training u?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, we all truly know who's boss now. "Bobo, Izzy where are you guys? Come on I have to go to work. Hey you two, where are you at? It's not funny, I don't have time for hide and seek right now. Okay, just for a minute." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1ZcPYYPSI/AAAAAAAABZk/1s-6-5Tcpjw/s1600-h/BoBo+where+did+you+go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1ZcPYYPSI/AAAAAAAABZk/1s-6-5Tcpjw/s200/BoBo+where+did+you+go.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, bff.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell a home? Use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor, give us a shout at: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7244434229670718348?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7244434229670718348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/r-u-training-your-dogs-or-r-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7244434229670718348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7244434229670718348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/r-u-training-your-dogs-or-r-they.html' title='R U Training Your Dogs Or R They Training U?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sv1Yvl1j9ZI/AAAAAAAABZc/W16wfhtapVU/s72-c/Set25_02%5B0%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7254860773633143186</id><published>2009-11-10T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:08:58.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out For Dog Pickin' Paws!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvlorCIIJKI/AAAAAAAABYs/9lGqpvmeA0U/s1600-h/Bobo+smiling+after+his+picken%27+paws+accomplishment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvlorCIIJKI/AAAAAAAABYs/9lGqpvmeA0U/s200/Bobo+smiling+after+his+picken%27+paws+accomplishment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my eyes. A friend of mine was sitting in a rocking chair and Izzy was pick pocketing her. It was so funny. Every time she would rock back Izzy would run to&amp;nbsp;her side and take her paw and go inside her pocket. I said to her, "what do you have in your pocket? She said that's for me to know and for Izzy to find out. Turns out it was one of their poopy bags. No poopy in the bag, thank goodness. That would have made things sticky. OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds strange but when they were little, I used to lay on the floor with bones, knotted ropes, doggie toys and anything else I could think of, and they would take it out of my pocket without me even feeling their dog pickin' paws on me. They have always been sneaky at it. They will sneak up on you real sweet like, and act as if&amp;nbsp;they are going to lick your hands and they start sniffing at your side pocket. It kind of tickles at first and then, the grab is on and whatever was in there&amp;nbsp;is now gone. Look at Bobo, he's smiling after his pocket escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Bobo had his squirrel in his mouth and was running. Just as he flew by, Izzy grabbed his squirrel's tail, and Bobo went rolling like an Suv on the edge of a hill. He rolled over and over. It was like he should have had one of those tags that say, "do not turn the corner too fast as the dog might just roll over. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvlqFnC9CqI/AAAAAAAABY0/_fG8dpWPIRo/s1600-h/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvlqFnC9CqI/AAAAAAAABY0/_fG8dpWPIRo/s200/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Izzy does other things that make me giggle. I see her get on the couch when I'm not there. I have a pillow that sits on top of another pillow I use one for my neck and the other for my back.&amp;nbsp;Izzy takes the neck pillow and&amp;nbsp;rolls it down over the pillow behind it, then she fixes it so she can lay her&amp;nbsp;body on top of the pillows with her head on it and her back side&amp;nbsp;stretched over it. It's so funny to see her situate it and she is usually sleeping by the time I get to the couch or she's pretending, so I usually will leave her&amp;nbsp;alone. Oh, how&amp;nbsp;our dogs&amp;nbsp;have us trained. That's it, next blog, Hehe.&amp;nbsp;I will tell you,&amp;nbsp;these two&amp;nbsp;dogs&amp;nbsp;are so&amp;nbsp;much fun&amp;nbsp;to be around and you&amp;nbsp;never know when one of them might strike. Keep your hands in your pocket or you may have to&amp;nbsp;watch out for dog picken' paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to purchase a home or sell one, use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor to work with then give us a shout: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Our motto is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7254860773633143186?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7254860773633143186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/watch-out-for-dog-pickin-paws.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7254860773633143186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7254860773633143186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/watch-out-for-dog-pickin-paws.html' title='Watch Out For Dog Pickin&apos; Paws!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvlorCIIJKI/AAAAAAAABYs/9lGqpvmeA0U/s72-c/Bobo+smiling+after+his+picken%27+paws+accomplishment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5929930885913611763</id><published>2009-11-09T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:45:37.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog 200 And Counting!</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day that I want to share with you. It's the writing of my 200th Blog. I wanted to make it very special. What could I say that would be different from some of the other Blogs written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what do you think Bobo And Izzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tail&amp;nbsp;your day, mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo and Izzy it's Te....Oh never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did get a sign call today to show a house our team has listed. It just got a price reduction Friday, to $105,000. I think we are at the right price to get the offers for the Seller. It's getting the showings and hopefully it will turn out to be one of the ones we've shown. Anyway, I feel the two people we've shown seemed to be interested. Both are cash Buyers which is nice too. They both seemed to like the house enough to move on it. We shall see. Hey Izzy, and Bobo, did you guys get your hair cut?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvgKaTJTr9I/AAAAAAAABYM/j1ML97C1eIQ/s1600-h/Bobo+Resting+after+hair+cut..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvgKaTJTr9I/AAAAAAAABYM/j1ML97C1eIQ/s200/Bobo+Resting+after+hair+cut..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we did. You helped get it done for us. Have to admit we are feeling grrrreat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I look better than you Izzy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, nada, uh uh, Bobo"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvgMDzU4btI/AAAAAAAABYc/fC4B-trtp5Q/s1600-h/Izzy+Relaxing+on+the+floor+after+hair+cut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvgMDzU4btI/AAAAAAAABYc/fC4B-trtp5Q/s200/Izzy+Relaxing+on+the+floor+after+hair+cut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, yes, si si , wee, wee in French.....you look like a hairless Chihuahua. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, In french it's ou.....oh never mind.....you belong with Nanook of the North, You seal. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, Izzy! Come on you two, let's go get our hair dried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm first, Bobo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No your not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here they go again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have so much enjoyed the antics of my two dogs helping me make the Blogs I write more&amp;nbsp;interesting. At least I hope it does for&amp;nbsp;those who have been reading them.&amp;nbsp;Thanks to all who have continued to read them and I will continue to write them. God Speed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois A. Armstrong is a Realtor with Coldwell Banker. She works with her sis, Linda and her bro-in-law, Joe Eidson at Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate LLC in Jupiter, Florida. Our motto is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5929930885913611763?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5929930885913611763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-200-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5929930885913611763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5929930885913611763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-200-and-counting.html' title='Blog 200 And Counting!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvgKaTJTr9I/AAAAAAAABYM/j1ML97C1eIQ/s72-c/Bobo+Resting+after+hair+cut..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3256773218072026842</id><published>2009-11-06T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:16:38.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw The Change Into Law!</title><content type='html'>"Hey Bobo, have you read anything yet on taxes or credits in our daily Dog Blog News? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvQZWCcVi1I/AAAAAAAABYE/O4hteyOS6_Q/s1600-h/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvQZWCcVi1I/AAAAAAAABYE/O4hteyOS6_Q/s200/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"No, not yet, seems you are ahead of me in the reading, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mom, Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe, Buyers, Sellers and Colleagues are going to be really excited about the&amp;nbsp;bill?"&lt;br /&gt;"What bill, Izzy? It wasn't those bones we ordered when she wasn't home, was it?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you big lug. The U.S. House, of the big Boys and Girls, approved a longer time frame for the Homebuyer Tax Credit. They've added a few changes. From what we have heard is, the Big Man, Our Prez., Obama that is, needs to&amp;nbsp;paw the change into law."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, no wonder mom's phone's been ringing and&amp;nbsp;keeps playing&amp;nbsp;one of those annoying songs that makes me howl.&amp;nbsp;Then she tells me to stop barking, go figure?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay Bobo, we can celebrate her victory together. That way we can keep ourselves out of our own U.S. House. The Doghouse, that is, if we don't calm our howls and barks."&lt;br /&gt;"Lately, Izzy,&amp;nbsp;that neighbor dog has been yap, yap, yapping, all day long. Are we to ignore that little Yapper?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, how did you know his name?&lt;br /&gt;"I&amp;nbsp;can tell by the way he yaps when he barks. Izzy, did you know we are in a history moment?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, you mean&amp;nbsp;a his story moment."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's story is it anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;" I think it's the Prez., at his U.S. House, pawing this change for the tax credit into law."&lt;br /&gt;"Calling all dogs, calling all dogs, we may just be able to howl today for that! Mom, her partners, colleagues and clients will all be in good spirits over the change. Izzy, do you think we could get the credit for us?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so Bobo. They are calling all humans, calling all humans, for that.&amp;nbsp;They have to be careful not to call each other if they are on some kind of do not call list."&lt;br /&gt;"Can we get on the list. Everytime we get called it's on the carpet." Hehe........&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, I need to let the&amp;nbsp;people know to get ready for the update soon. One thing's for sure it has passed and the Prez. will paw the change into law, hopefully later today."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, a victory for Buyers, Sellers and Realtors........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Looks like we may not get in trouble for the bones we ordered after all. Whew!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell, use a Realtor. If you don't have a Realtor, &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Motto Is It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3256773218072026842?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3256773218072026842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/paw-change-into-law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3256773218072026842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3256773218072026842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/paw-change-into-law.html' title='Paw The Change Into Law!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvQZWCcVi1I/AAAAAAAABYE/O4hteyOS6_Q/s72-c/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5295169197006233923</id><published>2009-11-05T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:16:24.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite The Bullet And Help Someone Get Ahead!</title><content type='html'>In our job there are times we need help from each other. An ear to listen, a program we don't get, a house we can't get a good enough CMA on and just trusting each other for good ole wholesome advice. Why do some Realtors, as well as people in general, not want to learn more. Are we afraid we will look stupid to another colleague or are we just too proud to express we don't know. No one knows it all and I can tell you I still have plenty to learn. Not just in Real Estate but&amp;nbsp;in my life. I know you can relate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This morning when&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;getting ready for work,&amp;nbsp;I heard this, thump, thump, thump, thump. I turned around and nothing. Again, thump, thump, thump, thump. What the heck? Finally,thump, thump, thump, thump and behind me was Izzy. She was twirling like a top when I saw her. She was trying to tell me something and I was thinking, oh no not the 'P' thing again. I said to her, "come on let's go. She followed strangely real close on my heels and I encouraged her again.&amp;nbsp;"Come on, Izzy, what's the matter?" We came around the corner and Bobo jumped out at us with his big toy squirrel hanging out of his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLNDOCVY5I/AAAAAAAABXs/Oa_JWSg4o_4/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLNDOCVY5I/AAAAAAAABXs/Oa_JWSg4o_4/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+019.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally saw Izzy, jerk her body like you would when your scared. Believe me, Bobo caught us both off guard. I headed toward the kitchen and Bobo, was lurking on the couch arm rest, watching me as I headed toward the kitchen pantry. Izzy, stood in front of me, twirling like a top. It&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;vitamin time for them. I grabbed the bottle and yelled,&amp;nbsp;"guns a blazing!" Bobo leaped off the couch and they were both doing the vitamin dance. One is twirling and the other is jumping up and down.&amp;nbsp;"I say sit." Boom down they go. They have learned, if they sit and stop their excitement, they get to bite the bullet. The vitamin bullet that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLPicLOOMI/AAAAAAAABX8/2UuyaewIHSs/s1600-h/Bobo++Sit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLPicLOOMI/AAAAAAAABX8/2UuyaewIHSs/s200/Bobo++Sit.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLNg1NyukI/AAAAAAAABX0/7LxcUfnJPY0/s1600-h/Izzy+Sit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLNg1NyukI/AAAAAAAABX0/7LxcUfnJPY0/s200/Izzy+Sit.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what we should do with each other. Just bite the bullet. Let's let go&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;our inhibitions and open&amp;nbsp;ourselves up more to learn from each other. Helping each other, in any way we can, will help us to grow in our own lives as a better person. What are you afraid of? Do you think someone is going to actually learn something and get ahead of you. I hope they do get ahead. Isn't that what we want to be known for? I would rather be known as someone helping, than always someone taking, to get ahead for themselves. You will be more respected and trusted. Don't you want your clients, friends, colleagues and family to see you in that way. Someone&amp;nbsp;who can be trusted, and honest with others, will always be respected by all. That's the way to get ahead! Bite the bullet and&amp;nbsp;help someone get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell a home? Call a Realtor. If you don't know someone, give us a shout! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5295169197006233923?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5295169197006233923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bite-bullet-and-help-someone-get-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5295169197006233923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5295169197006233923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bite-bullet-and-help-someone-get-ahead.html' title='Bite The Bullet And Help Someone Get Ahead!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvLNDOCVY5I/AAAAAAAABXs/Oa_JWSg4o_4/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3050935035452753332</id><published>2009-11-04T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:02:26.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>Those two, little monsters of mine, really gave a show this morning. Usually they hop right up on the couch and settle. Not today. They were given a bacon bone that is not edible. It's made out of nylabone and they love to crunch away on them. I normally get them the chicken flavor but they were out. They have been going 'nutso' over this nylabone and I think it's making them a bit thirstier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing my Blog as I usually do and Izzy was jumping up on me like a yo-yo. Usually when she does that it means 2 things. She wants attention or she has to go outside and 'P'. I discounted the second part and went with she wants attention. I just took her out less than 20 or so minutes ago. She was so cute, the yo-yo got faster and faster as she went from my leg to the floor in a matter of seconds. I said, "just a minute honey, let me finish this last sentence." I did finish the line, looked back and she was playing with Bobo, upside down with her legs up in the air. She scratches her back and Bobo plays with her legs and licks her tummy and face. Izzy squirms like a newborn baby getting her diaper changed. "Good boy Bobo", I said, and turned around to finish the Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGk4O4jKQI/AAAAAAAABXM/OLP-Wnb2KQI/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGk4O4jKQI/AAAAAAAABXM/OLP-Wnb2KQI/s200/008.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was time for me to get up and move around a bit and stretch. Izzy was sound asleep and Bobo was playing with his squirrel. I hated to hustle about the room as they both looked so cute right now. I went to walk to my desk to get a pen and I felt something wet under my feet. At first I thought I might have spilled a little water earlier when squish. "Ohhhhhhhh, Ugh, and Yuckie Poo or 'P' that is." I snatched up the 2 dogs and outside we went. I knew Izzy did it but how could I get mad when she was yo yo-ing away at trying to let me know. She is going to be timed on that nylabone from &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGlBfgLBPI/AAAAAAAABXU/dch-zJWbNNM/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGlBfgLBPI/AAAAAAAABXU/dch-zJWbNNM/s200/013.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my knees taking care of the squishy spot, I realized. Next time she looks that cute and starts to jump at me, I will just take her out before I finish my next sentence. My sentence this time, was cleaning up miss too cutes, 'P'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for something normal like work today. If you need help in finding a home....Use a Realtor!&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for one, give us a shout: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; Our Motto Is: It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGjM2piYnI/AAAAAAAABWs/uyfrgfI8MeA/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGjM2piYnI/AAAAAAAABWs/uyfrgfI8MeA/s320/Logo.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3050935035452753332?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3050935035452753332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-too-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3050935035452753332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3050935035452753332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-too-cute.html' title='Miss Too Cute!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvGk4O4jKQI/AAAAAAAABXM/OLP-Wnb2KQI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7104612298207255097</id><published>2009-11-03T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:13:56.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, What A Night!</title><content type='html'>Wow! What an unusual evening it was in my neighborhood, with what we use to call, trick or tweeters. It was amazing how many parents were walking with their children. They were following them in so many unusual ways. One dad went by on his skateboard while his daughter scooped up a handful of candy I bought. Next, there was a Screamer on a Motor scooter and a night jogger right behind him. I thought to myself, the only thing that squealed was his scooter when it went by. The night jogger I called out to and said, "what a cool get up" and he said "sure you can follow behind us and join the run." I guess all he heard was the scooter as well. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a cowboy and a cowgirl. These two were the ones I will remember the most. The boy was as handsome as any could be. He was short but very proud to be a cowboy. He grabbed his handful, as quick as a cowboy would have grabbed a gun, when his mom&amp;nbsp;said, "only one." He reluctantly put back the handful and his mom said, "don't feel sorry for him, we have brought back one huge bag of candy, and this is his second trip out." They galloped on ahead while a cowgirl, as pretty as a peach, came by and I gave her some candy. I said to her, "I just saw a nice looking cowboy," and she said, "oh yeah, that's Cody." As if I knew who Cody was? How cute. Here came the screamer on the scooter and the jogger again. I don't get it? Oh well, I think that's the point. Hope your night was as weird as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops almost forgot................ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvAmzTuxLhI/AAAAAAAABWc/P1ZpbilTAmM/s1600-h/Ready+for+the+door+bell+to+ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvAmzTuxLhI/AAAAAAAABWc/P1ZpbilTAmM/s200/Ready+for+the+door+bell+to+ring.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Way to go mom. Woof....Bfff......bfff.......Don't forget we helped to paw out to over 60+ treaters as we didn't see any tricks. We had some people stop by to the house and we got to howl and bark at them. They were going to some get up and knew a friend of mom's and wanted to say aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! That is what got us howling. In our neighborhood every dog was barking, squirrels were scattering across the telephone lines, kids were yelling at each other, parents were following on skates, skateboards etc.,&amp;nbsp;and as always in our hood the dreaded fire crackers. We were&amp;nbsp;barking so much that at the end of it all we looked like we had done a marathon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvApIsEky1I/AAAAAAAABWk/Bf3_UrPOkvY/s1600-h/Whew+what+a+night!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvApIsEky1I/AAAAAAAABWk/Bf3_UrPOkvY/s200/Whew+what+a+night!.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Whew, what a night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................Strange...........................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7104612298207255097?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7104612298207255097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/whew-what-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7104612298207255097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7104612298207255097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/whew-what-night.html' title='Whew, What A Night!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SvAmzTuxLhI/AAAAAAAABWc/P1ZpbilTAmM/s72-c/Ready+for+the+door+bell+to+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-9015685169819101817</id><published>2009-11-01T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:48:33.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Houses Today 1:00PM - 3:00PM.</title><content type='html'>"Bobo and Izzy here. We have some brrrrreaking news on two grrrrreat houses you can come to today. What makes these so awesome is our mom will be at: &lt;strong&gt;18928 SE Homewood, Jupiter, Fl. 33469&lt;/strong&gt;. This is located from, &lt;strong&gt;US Hwy 1 to County Line Road go over the RR Tracks about 8 streets, as we have walked there before, turn right at Homewood to the 2nd to the last house on your left&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It has a welcoming circular drive you can pull right up in. Mom will be waiting for you. To follow is a little bark about the home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su2Tsve9xTI/AAAAAAAABVs/Kgfmshj8BOo/s1600-h/Homewood.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su2Tsve9xTI/AAAAAAAABVs/Kgfmshj8BOo/s200/Homewood.bmp" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Estate sale. Priced to move fast. Roof replaced in 05. AC, air handler &amp;amp; condenser replaced in 06. R-19 blown fiberglass insulation over the existing ceiling of living area. Open kitchen to dining and living area. Bay window, Enclosed back patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su1tUB4HpfI/AAAAAAAABVk/YuYq78WIrHk/s1600-h/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su1tUB4HpfI/AAAAAAAABVk/YuYq78WIrHk/s200/Putting+our+noses+to+the+latest+happenings!.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy, tell them about where Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe are going to be and I'll mention how to get there. "&lt;br /&gt;If you insist. Now, Bobo, please move over so I can get a good look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"13018&amp;nbsp;151st Lane North, Jupiter, Fl. 33478&lt;/strong&gt;. We have never walked there, as it's too far to go.&amp;nbsp;I will let Bobo tell you how you can get to this one. Take it away, Bobo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Izzy. Now, you please move over.&amp;nbsp;I will be ready for you as soon as I&amp;nbsp;bark to&amp;nbsp;them how to get there. You better run Izzy run. Uh Hum, excuse me, I get carried away with her. Anyway here's the directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take&amp;nbsp;Indiantown Road west to Left on 130th.&amp;nbsp;Ave. N. to&amp;nbsp;Right on Randolph Siding&amp;nbsp;to left&amp;nbsp;133rd. Terr. N.&amp;nbsp;to left on 151st. Lane N. to last house on end right side of street."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su2d6WULljI/AAAAAAAABWU/vuDIZQwrHeg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su2d6WULljI/AAAAAAAABWU/vuDIZQwrHeg/s200/untitled.bmp" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BEAUTIFULL 2 STORY, 3 BED, 4 1/2 BATH WILL LEAVE YOU BREATHLESS. ONE YEAR BUYER WARRANTY. HURRICANE SHUTTERS. ELECTRIC GATED ENTRANCE ADORNS LUSHLY LANDSCAPED PALM TREES THAT LINE ALONG THE FRONT WITH A CIRCULAR DRIVEWAY THAT LEADS TO HOME &amp;amp; OVERSIZE 3 CAR GARAGE WITH WORKSHOP AND GAME ROOM ON 2ND FLOOR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Open Houses are from 1:00 to 3:00PM today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget to tell them Bobo and Izzy sent you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, ready or not hear I come." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell a home. Use a Realtor. If you don't already have one, please give us a shout, at 561-748-1517 for Homewood or 561-748-7056 for 151st. Lane North. You can see the open houses on our web site: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Motto Is: &lt;strong&gt;It's EZ With The Eidson Team!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-9015685169819101817?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9015685169819101817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-houses-today-100pm-300pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9015685169819101817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9015685169819101817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-houses-today-100pm-300pm.html' title='Open Houses Today 1:00PM - 3:00PM.'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Su2Tsve9xTI/AAAAAAAABVs/Kgfmshj8BOo/s72-c/Homewood.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4612022069851622560</id><published>2009-10-30T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:35:50.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer, Hockey Player And Realtor Try To Score A Villa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuryaM74szI/AAAAAAAABVc/6S0w-A-f37w/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuryaM74szI/AAAAAAAABVc/6S0w-A-f37w/s200/Logo.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a true story that happened on Wednesday October 28, 2009. It started out, I was to meet a Buyer from Canada, I have taken out before that wanted to go back and look at Villas in Jonathans Landing, in Jupiter.&amp;nbsp;It's a beautiful community with mature tree lined streets, and lots of Cul De Sacs. We started out, and the Buyer received a call, that his friend wanted to look at the Villas with us. I thought, oh no, he's going to tell him about everything he likes or doesn't like. I was almost to the turn light to go to the community to pick him up and&amp;nbsp;we spun around to meet his friend at the Yacht Club where he lives. The friend, who happens to be an x pro hockey player decides it will be best to meet at the gate to the community instead. We are spinning like a top again and off we go to Jonathan's. The Buyer says, "my friend will be in a Ford Bronco and I will know him when I see him." We waited on a side street from the guard gate and all of a sudden the Buyer says, "I think that's him. No wait a minute it's not him but his vehicle." Another car follows and he yells, "that's&amp;nbsp; him." I started to pull up the car and the Buyer says, "no, that's not him,&amp;nbsp;but it sure looked like him." We laughed and thought there can't be that many Ford's but no lie at least another 3-4 more came by before it really was him. What a hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I get in front of him as his friend decides he wants to follow. Oh boy, the pressure of making the wrong turn or who knows? Anyway, we make it to the first, second and third villa great. Now it's time to go to an area in Jonathans, I haven't&amp;nbsp;been too before. Naturally I pass it and we are heading toward the marina and million dollar homes. I have to turn around and apologize to his friend and we get to the next place. Off to the last listing and there are not one, not two, but three of the same streets with the same name. I drive to one and go to the second one and voila, as luck would have it I find it. It's time to leave and his friend asks, "how do you get out of here? I say, "just go left and straight ahead and you'll be back to the gate. Are you sure you don't want to follow me?" "No, that's okay," they both chime in. We say our goodbyes and off they go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am heading out and who do you think I run into? You guessed it the guys. Don't worry, "just follow me, I say"&amp;nbsp;and off&amp;nbsp;to a Cul De Sac we go. Didn't I mention before they have lots of Cul De sacs there. We all&amp;nbsp;spin around, I apologize and thank goodness I see a lawn man by his truck. I roll the window down and ask him how to get back to the south gate? I repeat it again, and he's moving his head in a yes fashion. I finish the question and out comes, "yes, we do sprinklers." I thought I was going to pass out from the laughter. I wish they could have heard that conversation but their thinking oh good we're getting out of here. I see only one street we can&amp;nbsp;go on and finally we all get to the south gate. Did we score a Villa? I did learn more about the neighborhood. His friend asks, "how long have you lived here?" I am almost embarrassed to tell him, but admit since 1974. He says, "you're a native, huh?" I admit, I felt like a foreigner today, and no, we didn't score a Villa this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell, remember to use a Realtor. Believe me, we never give up and always do our very best to know the areas. Some are a bit more challenging than others, but I do promise a few great laughs. The names of the Buyer and his friend were not divulged to protect their privacy. In case you are wondering I am taking the Buyer out again in 2 weeks. They had a fun time on my expense I am sure. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;he Eidson Team: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another read you may enjoy: &lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4612022069851622560?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4612022069851622560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyer-hockey-player-and-realtor-try-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4612022069851622560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4612022069851622560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyer-hockey-player-and-realtor-try-to.html' title='Buyer, Hockey Player And Realtor Try To Score A Villa!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuryaM74szI/AAAAAAAABVc/6S0w-A-f37w/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8074435034281151702</id><published>2009-10-28T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:55:49.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lois Wobbles, But She Don't Fall Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuhHTassjJI/AAAAAAAABVU/dHMoloj78IY/s1600-h/Izzy+telling+me+it%27s+time+to+go+to+bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuhHTassjJI/AAAAAAAABVU/dHMoloj78IY/s200/Izzy+telling+me+it%27s+time+to+go+to+bed.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all! It's mid week and by now for all you slow starters, you should be at full steam right now. I understand why you are that way. The weekend comes and we want to play as much as we can. For others,they probably would like to just lay down and never get up again until Monday. It really depends how your week has been and how hard you worked. I have always worked very hard and have never been a sleep walker or anything. I woke up the other night completely in a where am I at, state of confusion. Instead of my bed being underneath me it was a wall. I kid you not an actual wall. You ever ran into a wall before? Me too..............So what, we've all done that a time or two, but not usually sober and at night sound asleep.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I was dreaming. I heard this distant noise going, grrrrrrr, ruff, ruff, grrrrrr, ruff, ruff, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, ruff, grrrrrrr. I woke up and there I was, or more like it where was I? It was strange, I felt my legs wobbling below me when I suddenly reached out and my hands met a wall. Oh my gosh....This wasn't a dream, I actually fell asleep standing up. All I remember was shutting the closet doors and on my way to the bed. That's it. It was really strange because I really am not aware how long I stood there, but Izzy knows, and she wanted me to wake up and was making sure I was going to do so.&amp;nbsp;Who knows how long I would have stayed there holding up the wall?&amp;nbsp;You know the&amp;nbsp;saying weebles wobble and they don't fall down. That's how I felt. I was wobbling in my legs and I am grateful to Izzy, I didn't fall down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help buying or selling a home? Use a Realtor. If you are in the Jupiter, Florida area stop in at our office and ask for&amp;nbsp;the Eidson Team. &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Tell them at the desk, Bobo and Izzy, sent you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the&amp;nbsp;Barefoot Prince, running from New Yok to Los Angeles, Ca. for Homeless Teens on another&amp;nbsp;Blog at &lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8074435034281151702?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8074435034281151702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/lois-wobbles-but-she-dont-fall-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8074435034281151702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8074435034281151702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/lois-wobbles-but-she-dont-fall-down.html' title='Lois Wobbles, But She Don&apos;t Fall Down!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuhHTassjJI/AAAAAAAABVU/dHMoloj78IY/s72-c/Izzy+telling+me+it%27s+time+to+go+to+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2665712752805053472</id><published>2009-10-26T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:01:31.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Gift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo here. "There is one thing that I really don't like to share too much and that's my squirrel. I teethe on it, throw it in the air, frolic with it, sleep on it, play with it, and love it. Ooooohhhhh, I get really excited when it comes out of the washing machine. The fabric softener, is like a dog nip that, drives me crazy. I come from a very clean environment which makes me a very happy boy. I feel I have the best gift in the world, my mom, her friends, my Uncle Joe and Aunt Linda. Oh yes, Izzy too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuWbhQ3ZwQI/AAAAAAAABVE/LL4PnRjU8qE/s1600-h/Bobo+loves+his+squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuWbhQ3ZwQI/AAAAAAAABVE/LL4PnRjU8qE/s200/Bobo+loves+his+squirrel.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi, Izzy here. " My favorite thing is getting a massage on my neck. I love it when someone lays their hands on the back of my neck. Especially when they start a slow rhythmic movement, until I start to doze off. This will happen of course as long as, Bobo doesn't come flying by with his squirrel. Lol. Anyway, I also like to get a a bath and enjoy the smell of the shampoo I get on me. I could splash around all day if I didn't have to worry about getting pruned skin from too long from the water. I am a beautiful female Pomeranian, and I can't afford to have that wrinkled look at my dogdiva age. The best gift is the love I get from my mom, her friends, my Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe. Pssst. don't tell anyone but Bobo too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuWbFCEtPNI/AAAAAAAABU8/sOk9JOQiZ7Y/s1600-h/Izzy,+strike+a+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuWbFCEtPNI/AAAAAAAABU8/sOk9JOQiZ7Y/s200/Izzy,+strike+a+pose.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you two have had your say now it's my turn. I am getting ready for work as we speak and I have to say you two bring me laughter, love and companionship. What a great way to start off the day. Nothing is better than laughing to bring out the best in a person. I am also grateful I was put together with my two quirky and fun loving dogs who love me so much. They are my inspiration and bring me the best companionship. The best gift for me is twofold. I'm grateful for my family and friends that support me in everything I do. Even, on my good and my bad days. I carry them all in my heart. I'm blessed and especially thankful for my two child pets, Bobo and Izzy who make me laugh, cry, inspire and bring extra joy to my days. I thank-you Lord for putting us all together. It's was one gift I never expected to get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newer Blog! &lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the read.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2665712752805053472?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2665712752805053472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2665712752805053472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2665712752805053472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-gift.html' title='It&apos;s A Gift!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuWbhQ3ZwQI/AAAAAAAABVE/LL4PnRjU8qE/s72-c/Bobo+loves+his+squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8509955213017729380</id><published>2009-10-24T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:29:47.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug Of War Between Dogs and Squirrel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuNEb91PHDI/AAAAAAAABUk/en6zWZ3CBGY/s1600-h/Bobo+and+his+squirrel+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuNEb91PHDI/AAAAAAAABUk/en6zWZ3CBGY/s200/Bobo+and+his+squirrel+013.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no those 2 dogs of mine were up to it again. It was so funny as usual. Bobo was laying on the couch playing with his squirrel, and Izzy was watching, very intently. She leaped up so fast it looked like a rocket jetting by. She was on the floor, and started creeping up these foam stairs I have for them, so they don't have to jump up and down all the time. My bonus has been, they actually use them. Anyway, Izzy is slowly creeping up one stair, then another one, and suddenly.....................her mouth latches on to the squirrels tail and she pulls back as hard as her little body can pull. Bobo is now playing tug of war and letting her know she's not getting it. He holds soooooo tight that Izzy, is leaning back as strong as her little body can hold her,&amp;nbsp; in an instant she gets shot like a rubber-band and&amp;nbsp;flies across the room. Talk about hurting someones pride, she limps back a little as she struggles back to the couch. She even decides to use the stairs to get on my lap. I started to massage her, to make sure she was okay. The whole time I am&amp;nbsp;checking her she is watching Bobo licking and chewing the squirrel. Suddenly, Bobo drops the squirrel on the stairs and starts to slightly close his eyes. I felt a jerk on my lap and Izzy leaps at the squirrel and grabs it. She takes off with it and prances it around through the air as if to be saying, "Victory is mine at last." Bobo, jumps down, half a sleep and&amp;nbsp;goes after her. Here we are back to where we began. The tug of war starts all over again. After just a few minutes they are both back on the couch and sound asleep. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuNE0RDlS9I/AAAAAAAABUs/VWeMbGWvwwY/s1600-h/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuNE0RDlS9I/AAAAAAAABUs/VWeMbGWvwwY/s200/Izzy+with+Squirrel.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Posts&amp;nbsp;with Bobo and Izzy... &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and some Real Estate business tips, just read older posts at the bottom of the page. If you would like info on Real Estate in the Jupiter, Florida area please click on: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a different type of read. I have been writing a&amp;nbsp;Blog&amp;nbsp;about Homeless Teens, and a barefoot runner, I named, the Barefoot Prince. He is now making his way across the states, from New York to Los Angeles, California to raise 100,000,000. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8509955213017729380?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8509955213017729380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/tug-of-war-between-dogs-and-squirrel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8509955213017729380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8509955213017729380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/tug-of-war-between-dogs-and-squirrel.html' title='Tug Of War Between Dogs and Squirrel!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SuNEb91PHDI/AAAAAAAABUk/en6zWZ3CBGY/s72-c/Bobo+and+his+squirrel+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3864893805338143733</id><published>2009-10-21T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:34:04.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep The Noise down, I'm Trying To Sleep Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that precious little Izzy. She is so awesome when she sleeps. This morning as I was getting ready for work, I was thinking about everything I had to do that day. Contract, call so and so, help so and so, twitter, email call so and so, blog, look up property for so and so, etc. etc. I think you get the picture&amp;nbsp;of what I mean.Well, if you could see what I was doing, you would understand where I am going with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St2T6CfmogI/AAAAAAAABUc/FBdDE7XdpZw/s1600-h/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St2T6CfmogI/AAAAAAAABUc/FBdDE7XdpZw/s200/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+027.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Izzy was laying in the corner of the room by my bookcase. She looked so precious with her head tucked in her front paws. I wasn't paying any attention and when I turned around she was gone. I know she was getting water, as you could hear that slapping noise she makes&amp;nbsp;with her tongue, when she drinks.&amp;nbsp;I started to hear&amp;nbsp;another funny noise in my room. I knew Izzy, was getting water, so what's with the funny snore sound? I turned around and saw this huge lump in&amp;nbsp;my exercise mat. There was a fast movement going back and forth&amp;nbsp;under&amp;nbsp;the top mattress cover, a strange growling humming sound, was coming from under it. I slightly lifted the opening on top and looked inside.&amp;nbsp;It was my sleeping beastly boy, Bobo.&amp;nbsp;I didn't even know he was in there. I swear I left him in the other room. Anyway, his legs were moving&amp;nbsp;back and forth like he was running as fast as his legs could take him. His mouth opened slightly and it started moving as fast as the legs. It looked so funny I wish I would have been able to snap a pict of it. He must have went on for 10 minutes before he shot up and peeped at me through the opening. I laughed so hard. He grunted as if to say, hey keep the noise down, I'm trying to sleep here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St2TdAVbxaI/AAAAAAAABUU/HXq051pyl00/s1600-h/Bobo+poking+his+head+out+from+exercise+mat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St2TdAVbxaI/AAAAAAAABUU/HXq051pyl00/s200/Bobo+poking+his+head+out+from+exercise+mat.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this starts your day off with a smile. I know it has for me and my team. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3864893805338143733?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3864893805338143733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-noise-down-im-trying-to-sleep-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3864893805338143733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3864893805338143733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-noise-down-im-trying-to-sleep-here.html' title='Keep The Noise down, I&apos;m Trying To Sleep Here!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St2T6CfmogI/AAAAAAAABUc/FBdDE7XdpZw/s72-c/Dogs+Resting+to+Excercising+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5389806466568284550</id><published>2009-10-19T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:36:07.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Counting, 1,2,3......Ready Or Not Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stz8l5_HBqI/AAAAAAAABUE/T5ipoV-DPD8/s1600-h/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Peek+A+Boo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stz8l5_HBqI/AAAAAAAABUE/T5ipoV-DPD8/s200/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Peek+A+Boo.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Oh boy, where could Bobo and Izzy be? I have looked all over and the only thing I have been able to find is a stuffed dog, rope bone, colorful lady bug and a towel. Well, I can see they aren't here. Hum, I think I will check out their favorite place, which is the living room. I will tip toe by the couch and, 'OUCH!', OOH, OW WOW WOW, those !@#$% bones. Whew, that hurt. You two, need to learn to put up your bones and toys, and put them back in your wagon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I give up, Bobo and Izzy. Come out come out wherever you are? Oh, there they are, they were under the towel all along. You know, I just didn't see Izzy's back end with her curly tail, and Bobo's whole lower body uncovered. I just don't know how I missed you two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I took the picture to see that. Hee....hee..... I don't want to ruin their fun you know. Show your dogs, or whatever your pet may be, some love today. They give us more than we could ever give them back. &lt;br /&gt;We have to work for a living, and I hope you would all take a moment to have some fun, play some hide and seek, or whatever would make your time with them enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay you all, I'm counting, 1,2,3......Ready or not here I come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St0DimYV6TI/AAAAAAAABUM/ifTggDv-wD0/s1600-h/Dogs+Playtime+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/St0DimYV6TI/AAAAAAAABUM/ifTggDv-wD0/s200/Dogs+Playtime+036.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5389806466568284550?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5389806466568284550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-counting-123ready-or-not-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5389806466568284550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5389806466568284550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-counting-123ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='I&apos;m Counting, 1,2,3......Ready Or Not Here I Come!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stz8l5_HBqI/AAAAAAAABUE/T5ipoV-DPD8/s72-c/Bo+%26+Izzy+Playing+Peek+A+Boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-682741244551906524</id><published>2009-10-18T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:29:16.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy, A Parade......Of Homes That Is!</title><content type='html'>"Izzy, Guess What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's up Bobo?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, and our Aunt Linda, are going to be at a big Parade today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StsjQjrJYAI/AAAAAAAABT0/RFSI0bQLWVM/s1600-h/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StsjQjrJYAI/AAAAAAAABT0/RFSI0bQLWVM/s200/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parade of homes that is. They are having North Palm Beach Heights, and only Townhouses in Abacoa open. The price of the homes have to be under $250,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! What price&amp;nbsp;are mom and Aunt Linda's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't say as I promised not to Grrrossip about it. I am soooo excited, I could P....Oops, I will just howl for now, as we have to be pawsentable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway the address is at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143 Radcliffe Ct. Jupiter, Fl. 33458&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open 12:00PM to 4:00PM Today! Sunday Oct. 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StshcD3GhCI/AAAAAAAABTk/nJKTzdpjYLM/s1600-h/n160212162670_4708+Charleston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StshcD3GhCI/AAAAAAAABTk/nJKTzdpjYLM/s320/n160212162670_4708+Charleston.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Awesome corner townhouse, 3 BR, 2 1/2 BA, 1 CG in Abacoa. Inside utility room &amp;amp; 1/2 bath off of kitchen which has lots of cabinets and shelf space. Breakfast bar is directly behind dining area. Bay window, sheer curtains, blinds, entertainment center lighted and mirrored with tiled flooring gives this room a feeling of comfort. Storage under stairway, central vacuum. Tiled throughout on the first floor with laminated wood hugging the stairway leading down the hallway into the three bedrooms. The master bedroom leads out to the balcony. Masterbath has a jacuzzi tub, dual sinks and separate walk in shower. Must see to appreciate all the extras this townhouse has. MLS#R3047071&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget to tell mom,&amp;nbsp;and Aunt Linda today, Bobo and Izzy sent you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst! "Hey Izzy, mom is going to be gone. Hee.....hee....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stsi_VNngOI/AAAAAAAABTs/ofTJdiwMmiw/s1600-h/Dogs+Playtime+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stsi_VNngOI/AAAAAAAABTs/ofTJdiwMmiw/s200/Dogs+Playtime+018.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, Hee.....hee.......let's play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard you two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOPS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-682741244551906524?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/682741244551906524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/izzy-paradeof-homes-that-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/682741244551906524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/682741244551906524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/izzy-paradeof-homes-that-is.html' title='Izzy, A Parade......Of Homes That Is!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StsjQjrJYAI/AAAAAAAABT0/RFSI0bQLWVM/s72-c/Be+Pawsentable!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6113902960200246265</id><published>2009-10-17T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:37:12.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Ole Rascally Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stoo5ZQacPI/AAAAAAAABTU/IBsHZFnLlsU/s1600-h/Bo+%26+Izzy+Dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stoo5ZQacPI/AAAAAAAABTU/IBsHZFnLlsU/s200/Bo+%26+Izzy+Dancing.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi all. First I want to thank you all for reading my Blogs. I so enjoy writing about my dogs and how they interact in my daily life and my work. No matter what I would do in my life they will always be a part of it. They are my babies. They are well disciplined and hardly bark. "Izzy get away from the blinds. Bobo, If I told you once, I have told you again and again, quit barking at that cat." See what I mean, they are really great. Well, no ones perfect, but they're mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the cat. It's quite strange, because she looks like Izzy, from a distance with the same coloring and everything. Now I am sure if Izzy, knew I was comparing her to a feline, she would probably never bark again. Hum..........Now Bobo, really goes crazy after that cat. The whole time he's running to go after it he growls and gnashes his teeth towards Izzy, like he's going to rip her apart. I know they love each other but that's some tuff love for sure. I keep them on a leash when I take them out, so I can keep him away from Izzy, when that happens, and that ole rascally cat. He really turns into the monster dog. By the way, he and Izzy, do the monster mash dance. In the photo above, which was proabably taken over a year ago, they were having fun dancing. Eat your hearts out so you think you can dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to end for now, but wanted you to know how precious they are too me. I hope you find them just as interesting. Just hope you aren't the one that owns that ole cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the Jupiter, Florida area and need help looking or selling a home, remember to use a Realtor. Maybe&amp;nbsp;you might want to look us up......&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6113902960200246265?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6113902960200246265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-ole-rascally-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6113902960200246265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6113902960200246265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-ole-rascally-cat.html' title='That Ole Rascally Cat!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Stoo5ZQacPI/AAAAAAAABTU/IBsHZFnLlsU/s72-c/Bo+%26+Izzy+Dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3641089791237879381</id><published>2009-10-16T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:20:03.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste Of Coffee With Saliva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StiLtaPbncI/AAAAAAAABTM/TQs7V0N856Y/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StiLtaPbncI/AAAAAAAABTM/TQs7V0N856Y/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something funny happened to me this morning. Bobo and Izzy as usual were getting their licks in at each other. After they were done, Izzy jumped up on my lap. As soon as I started to drink my coffee, Izzy was targeting in on the smell. Her tongue was licking so fast, I thought she was going to lick her little face off. I drank some coffee and I should tell you, I use cream and sweetener. Just for fun, I breathed at her, she jumped right on my chest and her tongue was in my mouth so fast I couldn't keep her from getting that taste of coffee she was after. I pushed her away and she sat right in front of me. She was staring and as if to say forget you, she took her paw and raised and lowered it at me and walked away. It was so darn cute I just had to share. What a way to start the day off, with me and Izzy, enjoying a cup of Java together. Well, at least a taste of coffee with saliva for Izzy, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy your work day. I know I will, as I will be thinking of this all day today. When I see a colleague drinking coffee today, I'll smile at them, and keep why I did our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read another one of my Blogs about the Barefoot Prince, running across the state barefoot, for homeless teens: &lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are looking to buy or sell a home it's for your benefit to use a Realtor: Remember it's EZ with the Eidson Team: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3641089791237879381?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3641089791237879381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/taste-of-coffee-with-saliva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3641089791237879381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3641089791237879381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/taste-of-coffee-with-saliva.html' title='A Taste Of Coffee With Saliva!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StiLtaPbncI/AAAAAAAABTM/TQs7V0N856Y/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4545088285706999777</id><published>2009-10-14T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:29:21.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#4....In The Know......It All!</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's how this is going to start off. Have you ever been around someone that likes to hear themselves talk. I'm sure you have had an experience with someone that likes to finish your sentences when you are trying to talk to them, or won't let you finish talking, without interrupting you all the time. I know we all know some people like that. Sometimes they aren't aware that they are doping this and are totally in the dark about it. Some of that is our fault. We could tell them in a very nice way once they quit talking for 2 seconds. Lol......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try this. Let them know how much they mean to you, as it's usually someone we like or is very close to us. They feel so comfortable around us they don't even realize they are doing that. Just pull them aside and say look, I'm not sure why but every time we have a conversation I never get to express everything I would like to tell you. Please lend me an ear as you are someone I can trust and talk too. I just need someone to help me get through right now. I picked you to be the one I wanted to confide in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is the other person that's just downright rude and never let's anyone speak. Bobo and Izzy are going to bark over that one for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo here, you know who you are and maybe it's time for a change. Look at yourself in a mirror and bark like someones there. How do you look to yourself. Not too good, huh? If you want to have more friends you need to quit howling about yourself so much, talk less and show interest in others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy here, I agree with Bobo except I don't like your tone, Bobo. It made me think you were barking about me somehow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Izzy, if the shoe fits in your mouth, keep it there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, you are a heal."&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, why is it every time we try to bark things over we end up ruffing it up."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Bobo, but you better get out of my way, so I can chew my bone, while you chew your fat lip, you know it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least I'm in the know.....it all. LOL..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell a home tell the Eidson Team that Bobo and Izzy sent you. That's one thing we do both agree about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StZsgdWzS1I/AAAAAAAABS8/KrDZYCLotSg/s1600-h/Izzy+and+Bobo+in+the+know+%234..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StZsgdWzS1I/AAAAAAAABS8/KrDZYCLotSg/s200/Izzy+and+Bobo+in+the+know+%234..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4545088285706999777?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4545088285706999777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/4in-knowit-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4545088285706999777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4545088285706999777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/4in-knowit-all.html' title='#4....In The Know......It All!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StZsgdWzS1I/AAAAAAAABS8/KrDZYCLotSg/s72-c/Izzy+and+Bobo+in+the+know+%234..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2593805367413203531</id><published>2009-10-13T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:48:19.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Try And Muster A Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StTDaLsBNyI/AAAAAAAABS0/oNYZ2HW2l4w/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StTDaLsBNyI/AAAAAAAABS0/oNYZ2HW2l4w/s200/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why&amp;nbsp;does it seem hard for most of us to get to know people.&amp;nbsp;Even the people we're around every day at our jobs, we may never say hi to them until someone introduces us. &lt;br /&gt;I was invited to this picnic at a beach park, down the street from my house. When I got there no one was talking or even looking at each other. I was coming up the walkway with a friend of mine, Judy, and we both kept saying hi to everybody. "What are you all up to? Hey you guys, what's up? Hello! Louder, Hello, very loud, and finally them looking our way. "You guys were in another world or something?" They laughed and&amp;nbsp;I started to introduce myself and Judy to all the people there. Then, I started to introduce everyone who didn't know each other.The best way to get people to get to know each other is a simple hi so and so, this is so and so. Smile and look at them both, and finish with, now you&amp;nbsp;know each other. They will usually laugh&amp;nbsp; or smile about it. It's a great ice breaker just saying hi to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, just remember when you are around a crowd of people, just introduce yourself to everyone there. All people like to feel included. They usually will&amp;nbsp;return with a hand shake, knuckle bump or smile. It really is an easy thing to do unless you are very shy about talking. I find being around other people is very stimulating. It's very easy to get to know other people from a simple introduction. Smile and just enjoy saying hi and you will be surprised how many people&amp;nbsp;will find you sociable, interesting, and likable just from a simple smile and hello.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you go to work at your job, stop and say hi to at least 2 people you have never met, and see how quickly they start to say hi when they see you again.When they see you again they already feel they know you.&amp;nbsp;Can you imagine if we didn't talk much. How then would me and my partners be able to work in Real Estate. We would have to do something else for sure. I've always enjoyed&amp;nbsp;talking to people my whole life. I&amp;nbsp;know some people&amp;nbsp;don't feel comfortable talking to people, but you could at least try and muster&amp;nbsp;a hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2593805367413203531?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2593805367413203531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-and-muster-hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2593805367413203531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2593805367413203531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-and-muster-hello.html' title='Try And Muster A Hello!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StTDaLsBNyI/AAAAAAAABS0/oNYZ2HW2l4w/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1236261278039051016</id><published>2009-10-12T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:54:43.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn To Know When?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at my computer working when all of a sudden I felt this tap, tap on my leg. I looked down and out of the corner of my eye, their was Bobo, with that funny looking squirrel in his mouth. I knew what he wanted but I just needed to get that last line in to a customer I was responding too. Tap...tap.......I put my hand down and Bobo shoved that squirrel right in my hand as if to say, NOW! I want to play now! I grabbed the squirrel in the palm of my hand, turned around and at my feet were Bobo and Izzy waiting nervously for the anticipated throw. It was so darn cute it almost made me cry. I don't know why, but they know how to get to you some days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did play for a while and turned around to finish off the reply I was sending back in the computer. I thought I would show this person how human I was, so I told them why I didn't answer right away. They said, I know what you mean I have 2 dogs myself and I am always learning to know when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StMyI5deBEI/AAAAAAAABSk/3QUzyPk8tbE/s1600-h/Dogs+Playtime+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StMyI5deBEI/AAAAAAAABSk/3QUzyPk8tbE/s200/Dogs+Playtime+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1236261278039051016?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1236261278039051016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/learn-to-know-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1236261278039051016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1236261278039051016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/learn-to-know-when.html' title='Learn To Know When?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/StMyI5deBEI/AAAAAAAABSk/3QUzyPk8tbE/s72-c/Dogs+Playtime+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5138162959970269690</id><published>2009-10-09T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:53:05.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Know, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Ss-GO7jt2uI/AAAAAAAABSc/Vtk2zJmy5f4/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Ss-GO7jt2uI/AAAAAAAABSc/Vtk2zJmy5f4/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Bobo and Izzy here, to keep you in the know, about something we have found that has always drove us Grrrazy. I would like to know how many of you dog owners go to work and leave your pet at home. Well, if you must go to work and no one else can watch your pet(s), I am going to tail you how you can keep your dog(s) from less anxiety while you are away. We have a neighbor girl, that during the summer months, she walks dogs while people are out on their jobs or they can't walk their pet for health reasons. We wanted you to know this is a very inexpensive way to get us more exercise and keeps us more healthy. Less stress for us, and you, because you know we are walking. Her charges are very minimal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bobo and Izzy. I know when I am at work I can concentrate, because I know you are okay. I have a friend that helps with the dogs for me. I hope Bobo and Izzy gave you a great suggestion about walking. Now what about the school months, you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo and Izzy here again. See if you can go home on your lunch hour to take us out. Otherwise, you never know how we will be when you get home. Believe me, when Izzy and me don't get to play, we go grrrrazy when mom gets home. First, we need to do our doo de lee doo's, and secondly our play time has been ruined all day cramped up in a pen or cage, or whatever your case may be. We still aren't good to let run around because we love to eat carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Ss-FyHncZFI/AAAAAAAABSU/DF_OfsmJZxI/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Ss-FyHncZFI/AAAAAAAABSU/DF_OfsmJZxI/s200/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You got that right, you guys." I hope this will help others know they can work without feeling stressed at work about their pet(s) at home. It makes you sharper at your job, when you're not stressed, and gives you an open mind so you can think and be the best you can be. Be in the know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to find your way home? Use a Realtor........homesrez4u.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5138162959970269690?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5138162959970269690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-know-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5138162959970269690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5138162959970269690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-know-part-3.html' title='In The Know, Part 3'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Ss-GO7jt2uI/AAAAAAAABSc/Vtk2zJmy5f4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-145430913373926158</id><published>2009-10-07T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:51:04.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Know....Part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsyJ3M8iXpI/AAAAAAAABRY/1sZxG9kkH94/s1600-h/Izzy+doing+a+long+stretch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsyJ3M8iXpI/AAAAAAAABRY/1sZxG9kkH94/s200/Izzy+doing+a+long+stretch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get up in the morning and do some type of calming activity when you first get up. Let me tell you how important this can be for you. It gets you ready to stretch and exercise. Not that I am an expert on the subject but Bobo and Izzy are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy here, I get up every morning the same time my mom gets up. I try to go with the flow so when she comes and gets me I am ready to go outside. I lay on the edge of my bed&amp;nbsp;as I&amp;nbsp;wait for her to start the coffee and do whatever she does, before coming in to get me. While I am waiting,&amp;nbsp;I take a nice slow stretch as my picture shows. I lay on my back and stretch my legs straight out in front of me, back legs straight out, paws pointed,&amp;nbsp;and do my focused panting, that we dogs do when we breath. I then lay on my side and work my paws in a byclicle position back and forth like pumping the pedals. I do a few growly barks to get mom's attention.When she comes in, I am ready to go outside and do my doodle de doo for the day.&amp;nbsp;I am now ready to go after Bobo." Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsyN3zzuh1I/AAAAAAAABRg/X7D3h2w8siQ/s1600-h/Bobo+stretching+on+his+front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsyN3zzuh1I/AAAAAAAABRg/X7D3h2w8siQ/s200/Bobo+stretching+on+his+front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Bobo here, Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, I don't move as quickly as you do in the morning.&amp;nbsp;I take more time to stretch myself out on my side and bring my legs straight out and curl them up for some leg curls. I have my legs up to my stomach and rest on my elbows to pull myself up to a sitting position. I then lay on my stomch and put my front legs straight out and back legs&amp;nbsp;back for another stretch like in the picture.&amp;nbsp;See how happy I am when I stretch. It feels so good. What I do that's really different from Izzy is&amp;nbsp;the yawning I do with my mouth. I stretch&amp;nbsp;it out so I can get a good chew out of Izzy's legs, and&amp;nbsp;her tail, when we get ready to play." Lol. &lt;br /&gt;The more you&amp;nbsp;stretch and move your body in the morning, the more you&amp;nbsp;will feel better about yourself, and your body.&amp;nbsp;Be ready to take on the day at your office today and stay fit. The more you exercise&amp;nbsp;your body amd mind the more it will prepare you to keep you in the know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is such an important part of our life. Just ask Bobo and Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-145430913373926158?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/145430913373926158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-knowpart-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/145430913373926158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/145430913373926158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-knowpart-2.html' title='In The Know....Part 2.'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsyJ3M8iXpI/AAAAAAAABRY/1sZxG9kkH94/s72-c/Izzy+doing+a+long+stretch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-435888968635167877</id><published>2009-10-04T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:33:29.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Scores a Hoop Of A House In PBC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SskFOCFVzuI/AAAAAAAABRA/PhFFNxI4MIk/s1600-h/Putting+their+noses+to+the+news.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SskFOCFVzuI/AAAAAAAABRA/PhFFNxI4MIk/s200/Putting+their+noses+to+the+news.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well Floridians, look who's going to be your next door neighbor? If you are living in Palm Beach County that is. We keep very athletic around our parts. We have Golfers, Tennis Players, Baseball Players and now we have Michael Jordan, his sport of course a former NBA basketball star. His star of choice has landed him on Jupiter. Jupiter, Florida that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo and Izzy would like to bark a few bow wows about the House he is buying. Izzy says," It's a Mansion is more like it. Under 'Woof ' is 11 bedrooms, an elevator, a Grrrrrnormeous fireplace and a grrrrand stairway. Take it away Bobo."&lt;br /&gt;"My big ears heard he is on a 3 acre parcel in the Bears Club. I wonder why you have to be a Bear to join the club? Izzy, we should find a way to get to the backyard as he is grrrrroing to be building on the 10th. hole. It's a gated community but we aren't very tall and could easily run past the guard gate. There's a lot of barking going on with him smoking a stogie and playing golf now. We could get the balls for him fast enough. Do you think we could stay in the Dog House?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bobo, there's no dog house that's a cottage being built. Can you imagine the food at this place. Maybe we can take off to a better lifestyle when Mom retires? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, are you kidding she doesn't play golf. Anyway, that's all we&amp;nbsp;know about Jordan. He sure is scoring a hoop of a house in Jupiter... Izzy and Bobo outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, you guys did great. Just want you to know I saw where you got some of your info. Your dog language added a nice change. Your Creative paw print writing&amp;nbsp;made it an interesting read from your prospective. I saw where you got your info from. Yahoo Sports, and the other was from, Jose Lambiet, with the Palm Beach Post on Zillow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are looking to buy or sell make sure to use a Realtor. Our Team can be found at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It's EZ with the Eidson Team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-435888968635167877?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/435888968635167877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/jordan-scores-hoop-of-house-in-pbc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/435888968635167877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/435888968635167877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/jordan-scores-hoop-of-house-in-pbc.html' title='Jordan Scores a Hoop Of A House In PBC.'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SskFOCFVzuI/AAAAAAAABRA/PhFFNxI4MIk/s72-c/Putting+their+noses+to+the+news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-7938188452979111668</id><published>2009-10-02T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:56:40.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See For Smiles And Smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsYTwlp_KXI/AAAAAAAABQg/mzHPThiwBbs/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsYTwlp_KXI/AAAAAAAABQg/mzHPThiwBbs/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Izzy says, "Guess what everybody, I am having a stress free day today, just like the hairy man yesterday. Besides, I am a lot cuter than that thing. Look at yesterday's Blog and you can see for yourself. I bet Bobo wishes he could be as good looking as me but he isn't either. If this is your first time reading this Blog he is my brother with the different father.&lt;br /&gt;We both have great fun together and know we can do almost anything when we do it together as a team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lois here, nice way to put it Izzy, the team factor. It takes less effort when you have people working with you and not against you. That's what it's like for our team as we are family. My sis, Linda, my bro-in-law, Joe and of course me. We make the best of the good and the not so good. We stick together as a team. You can do that for yours as well. It's more important to get along with each other than not. Keep an upbeat attitude in your daily routine. People will want to be around you more and it will actually help change your environment for the better. People tend to work better when they are around people that are positive. Whether you are in business, own your own company or work for someone, remember to keep smiling like Izzy and have a stress free day. You can do so much more, when you can see for smiles and smiles." &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://homebizzybiz.com/"&gt;http://homebizzybiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-7938188452979111668?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7938188452979111668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-see-for-smiles-and-smiles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7938188452979111668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/7938188452979111668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-see-for-smiles-and-smiles.html' title='I Can See For Smiles And Smiles!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsYTwlp_KXI/AAAAAAAABQg/mzHPThiwBbs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1747143374415698687</id><published>2009-09-30T19:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:01:22.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It A Stress Free Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsPfcT5UyYI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Z2N5hEeftMg/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsPfcT5UyYI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Z2N5hEeftMg/s200/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woo Hoo I feel great, it's going to be a stress free day today, Hee hee hee. That's the way this little hairy man that I received from AHS, American Home Shield sounds, when you squeeze it's little body. It's amazing that something so small can encourage you in such a big way. We should all start the morning with something that will uplift us and hopefully will stay with us for the rest of the day. I know that squeal little excited voice when I push the body on it, stills makes me giggle, and helps to make me feel great for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo and Izzy know how to make me feel good when I go off to work. They were playing and out of the corner of my eye, I see this black and white, furry little body, hanging from their stuffless squirrel's mouth, they play with. There's Izzy swinging back and forth and smiling while Bobo just holds the squirrel steady for her. You would swear Izzy hit the Lotto or something! Remember, feel great, it's going to be a stress free day today. Hee, hee, hee................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help finding to buy or sell a home? Call A Realtor....&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1747143374415698687?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1747143374415698687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-stress-free-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1747143374415698687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1747143374415698687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-stress-free-day.html' title='Make It A Stress Free Day!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsPfcT5UyYI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Z2N5hEeftMg/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5181936081832542001</id><published>2009-09-28T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:58:18.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Know!</title><content type='html'>Everyday we get different information from Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate about the new technological&amp;nbsp;ways of keeping in the know. We have everything from new phones, to my phones, to your phones to I phones. Web pages you can set up for yourself as a Realtor from different locations. It's really awesome to feel you are a part of the internet. There are over 300 plus web sites that advertise the properties of the Sellers. There are so many incentives I can't even begin to mention them all. You will just have to believe me when I say, it makes you feel like you have everything, that keeps you&amp;nbsp;in the know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsFmTdyO6mI/AAAAAAAABQA/2lwCFDq7Jp0/s1600-h/AF000601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsFmTdyO6mI/AAAAAAAABQA/2lwCFDq7Jp0/s200/AF000601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Bobo and Izzy were puppies I had a wonderful picture of Izzy online from the Breeder that wanted to sell her. She was smaller than a coke can which is what caught my eye.&amp;nbsp;Of course, the fact that she was adorable helped too. Also, that beautiful picture online, got me to Bobo as well. He was crying to be with me and Izzy.&amp;nbsp;The Breeder told me they have played together since they came out of their mother. I thought how special that was. So you can see, the Breeder, and these two precious puppies&amp;nbsp;were already in the know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find your way home. Get a Realtor that's in the know. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5181936081832542001?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5181936081832542001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5181936081832542001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5181936081832542001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-know.html' title='In The Know!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SsFmTdyO6mI/AAAAAAAABQA/2lwCFDq7Jp0/s72-c/AF000601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2973428305815942952</id><published>2009-09-25T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:23:42.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrzZWh6WGKI/AAAAAAAABPY/Q2f37DfYZfs/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrzZWh6WGKI/AAAAAAAABPY/Q2f37DfYZfs/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Real Estate sometimes you don't have much time to think things over. You get a call that someone wants a rental yesterday. You look it up with all the criteria they give you and upgrades they want, but you don't find a whole lot that way. You go back to them and say "let's pull things up by bedrooms and baths first. It's too narrow a search to pull up all the other things that we may not find anything for you at all. I will make sure it's clean and has everything else you need such as rooms and appliances." I then remind them it's only a rental. The most important thing is they need it to live in not buy it. They laugh a little about it and we're on our way to maybe even a garage or carport possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for Bobo and Izzy , my dogs, they do things without thinking about anything. They run after each other so fast sometimes I have seen them run into each other.They usually roll over on top of themselves and seem to be on a mission to find something. Ah Ha, There it is, they both have spotted the squirrel,. They toss it up and down, play tug a war and both have a squeaky sound on the end. Both hold on real tight and try to squeeze the tail and head until they squeeze the life out of this stuffless toy they want so much. That usually gets them dangling it from the couch, under pillows and everywhere else you can think of in the house. They make sure they get things worked over to the max and when their done they start licking each others faces. It's so adorable to see them do that after fighting playfully over the stuffless squirrel. They know how to just do things without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we need more in our lives. Know how to make a sale, rent or list without the grand production. Be yourself around the people you meet and just do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know someone looking to buy or sell? Use a Realtor. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2973428305815942952?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2973428305815942952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2973428305815942952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2973428305815942952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrzZWh6WGKI/AAAAAAAABPY/Q2f37DfYZfs/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-8484741569941470644</id><published>2009-09-23T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:36:59.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrqUOANwZXI/AAAAAAAABO8/4Su9nzem7NI/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrqUOANwZXI/AAAAAAAABO8/4Su9nzem7NI/s320/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real Estate is a career for the strong hearted. There is no way you can be too soft hearted to make it in this business. If you are, no offense, you would be in a lot of trouble with your Buyers and Sellers. They want to know you have the guff to be strong when tough issues arise and sensitive to their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eg. on Seller: A client lost their spouse and has been living with the loss of him by herself.ever since. Every time you see her she speaks of him like he's still in the house. You listen and&amp;nbsp;don't say anything unless you know them well. You might say, "I don't know how you are feeling and I truly sympathize with you. Do you have any family you can also talk to that may want to help you out? If not, how about a close friend?" Even though we are selling their&amp;nbsp;house, we have to know when to be sensitive to their needs. As Realtors our best asset is listening. Usually listening to someone can help them out so much that later they might say how much you have helped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. on Buyer: A Buyer has just moved to the area and needs something yesterday, of course. They want all the bells and whistles and a 2 car garage on a nice size lot. They want to move here in about 2 months and know there are bank foreclosures but want the best of the best. They only have up to $300,000 and want to live only in Jupiter. What do you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Be honest and tell them you will do a search and they may have to do a few upgrades themselves. You&amp;nbsp;can utilize a few REO professionals in the office that may help you&amp;nbsp;out. They have to move fast on the property and can't hesitate to make an offer if they like the house. You let them know, although we are in a slower market, they can definitely wind up in a multiple offer scenario. Also, tell them about other REO's in the area near Jupiter as they may find something they like and you don't want them to be stuck without options. Worse case is they will say&amp;nbsp;no and continue on to the next person. They probably weren't that serious anyway if they don't listen to your ideas. Remember, the truth will get you through no matter what. They will appreciate it in the long run, and at best, know you are trying to really help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's next? Want to buy or sell? Contact a Realtor. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-8484741569941470644?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8484741569941470644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8484741569941470644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/8484741569941470644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrqUOANwZXI/AAAAAAAABO8/4Su9nzem7NI/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5742076556472974621</id><published>2009-09-22T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:34:06.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be A Fly On The Wall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Real Estate we need to be level headed but sometimes things go very fast paced. You have to be right on the mark, so people will feel comfortable with you, and know you can make things happen for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Here's the scenario....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buyer wants to purchase a $240,000 Townhouse and comes in at 218,500 with their Realtor. Offer gets presented and the Seller counters at full price.We talk to them about coming back with a counter but they insist the place is worth full price. They counter at $240,000. The one Buyer proceeds to tell us that he hired us to get them more money. Well, we will do our best and move on back to the other Realtor to try to make this happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buyer comes back at $228,000 in the hopes the Seller will take it. We present the offer and in the interim another one comes in for $227,000. Offer submitted and countered by Seller again at $240,000. Boy would I like to be the fly on the wall while the Buyers are trying to decide on a counter price and the Sellers are pacing the floor hoping they will take their countered price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called to let the Realtors for the 2 Buyers that the Seller really wants full price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called both Realtors about the Buyers and both offers are coming in at full price we are told. Oh no, what to do, what to do. We call the Seller and tell him he is going to be so mad with us about the prices we are getting back. He probably thought we meant they didn't come up. NOT! We tell him we are coming to their place to go over both of them. What a day, huh? We arrive and present both offers and the Sellers are in disbelief. You never know what can happen in this market especially when there is money in the wings for the Buyer to get back. With this $8,000 credit to first home Buyers anything is possible. Both want this place but only one can buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Srkxyx1GEEI/AAAAAAAABOs/GO-Wckq15Ag/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Srkxyx1GEEI/AAAAAAAABOs/GO-Wckq15Ag/s320/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who gets it? Well, One of the Buyers obviously did. Sellers and Buyers are both happy. As we do this contract we will see how long everybody remains happy. It could be I may be wishing to be a fly on the wall again to see what's happening with these Buyers and Sellers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help finding a home? Use a Realtor &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5742076556472974621?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5742076556472974621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-fly-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5742076556472974621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5742076556472974621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-fly-on-wall.html' title='Be A Fly On The Wall!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Srkxyx1GEEI/AAAAAAAABOs/GO-Wckq15Ag/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-9137428211956524486</id><published>2009-09-20T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:47:47.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Aching Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrWxYOWw_3I/AAAAAAAABOk/GRTLbj1uZdk/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrWxYOWw_3I/AAAAAAAABOk/GRTLbj1uZdk/s320/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all have to work for a living but some days we have those aches and pains that remind us we may not be going out the door today. One of the things that have held me up from going to work is when my back is strained so bad I can't move or get out of bed. You&amp;nbsp;get that sharp pain that grabs you so strong it knocks&amp;nbsp; you to your knees. Or you are getting up from your dream sleep and pulling yourself up the best way you know how.&amp;nbsp;Searching for something to pull you up, because you aren't able to push up with your body&amp;nbsp;at all.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;realize you bought the bed without a headboard and can only scoot your body to the&amp;nbsp;edge of the bed. Bent over, you make your way to the bathroom, the best way you know how.&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the phone rings and there you are, not able to move and wishing there was no such thing as a telephone. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You force your body from the bathroom using the sink, and&amp;nbsp;barely are able to drag yourself to&amp;nbsp;the kitchen. Bent over or not I will be there for that 1st cup of coffee. In my case, I have dogs so that routine would have to have been addressed differently. Who knows if I would have ever made it, for that 1st. cup of coffee. I go to the living room, put my exercise pad on the floor, to do my morning exercise, hoping to put some stimulation to my body, and the muscles I have left.&amp;nbsp;I do everthing to make my back move, and suddenly I get myself off the floor. The exercise worked today, and one more step for modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have overcome the worst of the morning and have decided to take on the day. I actually feel I can get out there and conquer the world of Real Estate today. I picked up my temper pedic seat that helps me sit in my car&amp;nbsp;and at work without as much discomfort or pain and go out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the chair seat cushion, the ability to exercise, and the will to move my body again.&amp;nbsp;For now, no more,&amp;nbsp;oh my aching back. Looking to buy or sell. Use a Realtor..............&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-9137428211956524486?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9137428211956524486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-aching-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9137428211956524486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9137428211956524486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-aching-back.html' title='Oh My Aching Back!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrWxYOWw_3I/AAAAAAAABOk/GRTLbj1uZdk/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-350597907601979336</id><published>2009-09-17T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:45:15.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrIfjNCpd3I/AAAAAAAABOM/qPvPsotbqQs/s1600-h/What+A+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrIfjNCpd3I/AAAAAAAABOM/qPvPsotbqQs/s200/What+A+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy knows how important it is to get a good nights sleep. We should all take heed and know if you don't get enough hours of rest you will begin to feel drowsy. Your mind will begin to imagine things that you would not normally think about and you'll be more forgetful. How do I know this to be true? I have experienced it for myself. &lt;br /&gt;In our fast paced society we have so many things we can do in a day and sometimes it never gets done. That's what it's like in Real Estate. You get a call meet the Buyer and while your out another call comes through to list someones home. You get the Buyer back to the office and the Buyer says I will get back to you later. Off to the Sellers house to check out that listing you just know you can get and, boom....they just need a price and will decide if they want to sell or not.Or you get to the house and they just are ready to list. You do a lot of paperwork and make sure the info for the listing is correct. Your mind kicks in for another round so you can get it all completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're driving away and suddenly, there's a car that swerves towards you and you feel yourself go numb. All your files and it's hard work goes all over your car floor and you say to yourself you are definitely going to get a good nights sleep. Just as you pull over to pick up your papers the phone rings and the Buyer is ready to buy the house they saw earlier and are on their way to the office to write it up. You are feeling very tired but adrenalin kicks in for one more round. You meet the Buyer, write the offer, and present the contract praying you didn't make any mistakes because you're tired but don't let the Buyer see it. All your energy ends with sending the offer to another Agent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring...............Guess what? It's another Seller and they want to list right away. You are very tired and remember the car you just missed from swerving. You definitely would need to get that listing tomorrow or whenever the Seller can be home again. They understand and you set it up for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrIeQEIPkJI/AAAAAAAABN8/wgU60SN6How/s1600-h/Nighty+Night+Little+Izzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrIeQEIPkJI/AAAAAAAABN8/wgU60SN6How/s200/Nighty+Night+Little+Izzy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You head on home feeling you have done a hard days work. It could have been even busier and you decide, I will definitely sleep tonight. You fall asleep on the couch you crashed on when you got home. In my case it would have been after taking care of my dogs. You wake up in the middle of the night tired and hungry. Your dogs are panting at you and you realize you didn't eat, and they have to go out again. You drag your body to let them out, go to the fridge and force something as healthy as you can find in your stomach, and know how blessed you have had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf....arf..........Bff..........bff..............Oh no, you left the dogs outside. They lick you for bringing them in and they follow you to the bedroom. You get on the bed and&amp;nbsp;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Please, Please, you see how important it is to rest properly. You never know what the next day is going to bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking to buy or sell. Use a Realtor! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;///// &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-350597907601979336?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/350597907601979336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/350597907601979336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/350597907601979336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SrIfjNCpd3I/AAAAAAAABOM/qPvPsotbqQs/s72-c/What+A+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1480825665156804659</id><published>2009-09-14T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:36:00.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobo And Izzy Try Real Estate!</title><content type='html'>What if I let Bobo and Izzy take over for me just one day. I would have to be out of my tree. Oh well, I am so here it goes............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo says, "First thing I would do is have to bark down a car to get a ride and I am not able to go near the street. I notice our mom and her partners have to use their car. Well, the one in our photo wouldn't get us past our back yard. What to do? I know, being I am the smart one, sorry Izzy, I'll see if I can paw mom right now and take her with us to the office. We will use her expertise for the day and we can play. It will take us all day to get use to all those Realtors smelly feet and my nose is up to the task. What about it Iz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't that smart Bobo. I say, let's work out of the house today! I don't know about you, but we haven't sniffed out that office before. I don't feel like putting my nose in it all that all day, if you know what I mean? Whose idea was this anyway? I am just wanting to be me today. I had plans and girls rule. Bobo, no offense,&amp;nbsp;you drool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzy, we aren't getting anywhere with your girlie attitude today. Every time we have to do something that takes a little energy you use all yours to complain. C'mon, who knows you may like what you smell and want to stay at the office today? We can do floor, as mom calls it, and bark at the people when they come in the door. Hee.....hee..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's let mom, aunt Linda and Uncle Joe, do their thing and let's just be what we are. I like being a dog. Your the one that tries to act human in that outfit you wear every now and then. I am going to stay here and that's that. Quit making it so Ruff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sq6Ju1B9TYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Kbk-RIJr0LM/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sq6Ju1B9TYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Kbk-RIJr0LM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Grrr.....I guess I am&amp;nbsp;giving in to the little woman who is getting her way this time. I don't feel like listening to her whine all day. We just can't begin to do this Real Estate the way it's suppose to be done. It's harder than we thought it was going to be, and I need to find mom to act up so we can get out of this mess. Who's idea was this anyway?" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell? Use a Realtor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1480825665156804659?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1480825665156804659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/bobo-and-izzy-try-real-estate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1480825665156804659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1480825665156804659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/bobo-and-izzy-try-real-estate.html' title='Bobo And Izzy Try Real Estate!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sq6Ju1B9TYI/AAAAAAAABNs/Kbk-RIJr0LM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5674618821560743216</id><published>2009-09-11T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:55:03.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>911, The Day We All Stood Still!</title><content type='html'>I can't speak for the rest of us but I can assure you that most of us will never forget the day we all stood still. It was just another day when we all woke up never expecting to see what was to be one of the most tragic days we have ever had to face in our country. If you ask, most people would probably even remember what they were doing on that day. I am not going to rehash the day again, as I believe once was enough for any of us, and of course all the replays we saw over and over again on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day happened,&amp;nbsp;I remember people talking about someone they knew that was affected by it. We were all touched by this tragedy and someone we knew that was affected by it. &lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;President of our company, Clark Toole at Coldwell Banker has asked us to please remember to take a moment of silence at 10:10AM. We will never forget the day we all stood still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5674618821560743216?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5674618821560743216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/911-day-we-all-stood-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5674618821560743216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5674618821560743216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/911-day-we-all-stood-still.html' title='911, The Day We All Stood Still!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-299352055248526222</id><published>2009-09-10T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:23:35.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Estate Is Our Lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sqk_1_A9hsI/AAAAAAAABNk/TmaAc9xPZCM/s1600-h/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sqk_1_A9hsI/AAAAAAAABNk/TmaAc9xPZCM/s320/Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know about other Realtors out there, but my team members, Linda and Joe Eidson can tell you at our Coldwell Banker office in Jupiter it is getting busy. You can feel the buzz around the office with people shuffling back and forth with printouts of all types of properties, phones ringing,&amp;nbsp;and more smiles than I've seen in a very long time. The reason we have stayed in the business is because Real Estate is our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The phone system's speaker hardly has stopped with calling us up to the front of the office one by one to let us know our customer is waiting.Usually that would be a Prospective Buyer&amp;nbsp;meeting us to go over what they can purchase and why now is the best time to do so. As far as we are aware we have until the end of November for the first time Home buyers to collect up to $8,000 back on tax credit on a principle residence, when they close and fund the home, they will be purchasing. You can also be in that same position if you haven't bought within the last three years to collect a credit as well.&lt;br /&gt;Prices have been so affordable that now is the best opportunity for Buyers to jump in and enjoy the privilege of owning their own homes. Some people may not get this opportunity right now and shouldn't be sad about that.&amp;nbsp;Real Estate has always been full of surprises and opportunities to purchase for investment or second homes. This has been the first time in more than 6 plus years you can actually own and rent a home and make money. Keep in mind when you are out looking for a home make sure to use a Realtor. It is a fact we can negotiate for a Buyer and or Seller to get them the best price for their homes.&amp;nbsp;Who better to&amp;nbsp;help you?&amp;nbsp;Either way, when you use a Realtor remember, most of us&amp;nbsp;do this business because we like to help people find their way home. Come by our office and ask for our Broker, Geri Irelan, to give you a tour of our office.Whether you are in Real Estate or not, you will see what makes our office so special.at 902&amp;nbsp;US Hwy 1, Jupiter, Fl. 33477.&amp;nbsp; We are Realtors and Real Estate is our life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-299352055248526222?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/299352055248526222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-estate-is-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/299352055248526222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/299352055248526222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-estate-is-our-lives.html' title='Real Estate Is Our Lives!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sqk_1_A9hsI/AAAAAAAABNk/TmaAc9xPZCM/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6622977098477261417</id><published>2009-09-08T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:45:02.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back To Tuesday's Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I showed up at my Real estate office today and it seemed like the ghost town you used to see in the movies. It lasted all for about 15 minutes as people started to stroll in one by one to let everybody know what happened over their weekend. Fun in the sun, out of townees, barbeque's and just lying around. Had to&amp;nbsp;work a bit but I will be able to pay for the fun everyone else had on my expense. Whatever your weekend brought to you I hope it was as least somewhat pleasant. We all deserve to have some fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt; and Izzy sure had a great time. We played chase the squirrel, squeak the tail on the squirrel and hide and seek the squirrel. These two dogs know how to make life fun. They don't know the difference in a holiday weekend or just a weekend. To them it's all the same. They make my life more fun that's for sure. Anyway, here they are ruffing it up having a great time together. The nice part about them is they know how to make the best of any situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's all do like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt; and Izzy and make the best of every situation we encounter. No matter what it may be, remember it can always be handled as long as we make the best of it. Today I was given a quick let's go now customer wanting to see certain areas of Jupiter. My partner, Linda helped me by pulling up a house to show in the area they were interested in the most and met a Realtor at the house. I asked the Realtor&amp;nbsp;if she had any other listings in the community and we saw one more. Now we're cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceeded over to another community that they wanted to see completed that they saw before. The listing wasn't available to see so they are making an appointment for next week. They thanked me and my partner, Linda for working&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp; the best we could for them. These people appreciated us for trying to do what we could on such short notice.Even if you don't&amp;nbsp;get it resolved exactly the way they expected it to be they know you did your best. I think they understood the getting back to Tuesday's Monday. They explained they had a long weekend as well. Hopefully next week they will be in the Buying mode? Ha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Remember, It's EZ with the Eidson Team! Bobo and Izzy say, "don't forget to use a Realtor to get the best results fast. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SqbA_ljDu9I/AAAAAAAABNU/d1G9r5kQPjQ/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SqbA_ljDu9I/AAAAAAAABNU/d1G9r5kQPjQ/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6622977098477261417?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6622977098477261417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-to-tuesdays-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6622977098477261417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6622977098477261417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-to-tuesdays-monday.html' title='Welcome Back To Tuesday&apos;s Monday!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SqbA_ljDu9I/AAAAAAAABNU/d1G9r5kQPjQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4420215485566145936</id><published>2009-09-06T06:37:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:07:41.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The AAAAAAHHHHHH Factor!</title><content type='html'>I want to share something that happened to me just the other day when I took out these Buyers that came from Canada to look at Condos in Jupiter Florida. Our Real Estate Team got them from another Realtor that provides a Referral service on the Internet that only takes a fee if you sell the Customer he sends to you. Fair enough, so here's the situation I encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I met with them was at our Coldwell Banker office. They were staying only 2 buildings away from us, at the Jupiter Yacht Club, a beautiful Condo overlooking the Intercoastal waterway. Upon meeting them, I told them about my parents, and their parents who were from Canada. So I said, I am French Canadian and they said, "we aren't, but we are happy you are." They laughed and I laughed. What a great way to start a relationship. After that, We did seem to hit it off very well after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to look at properties, and I didn't realize it until the next day when we were out looking at the third property and the woman blurted out, "we didn't really like anything you showed us yesterday. I want you to know today you are right on with what we were hoping to see so far." I looked at her and was dumbfounded. I wondered why they went out with me again. Were they French Canadian after all? NOT! Ha! The answer may be that maybe they liked me? I don't know for sure, but I did tell hem when I first met them, that I would do everything I could to find them what they're looking for and maybe they trusted that. Whatever it was, here we were looking for a second home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I told them I had a surprise for them at the end of our tour. The AAAAAAHHHHHH FACTOR was coming! They wanted to see a Condo in an area some of their friends lived and there it was. They didn't know I was going to show it to them so it was a nice surprise. The one they are now hoping to make as their second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need help finding your way home? Use a Realtor..........&lt;a href="http://wwww.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://wwww.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4420215485566145936?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4420215485566145936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/aaaaaahhhhhh-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4420215485566145936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4420215485566145936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/aaaaaahhhhhh-factor.html' title='The AAAAAAHHHHHH Factor!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2106751380599238686</id><published>2009-09-03T06:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:01:00.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With All Your Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp-rLGDDppI/AAAAAAAABM8/CivOOuy8R68/s1600-h/Izzy+and+Bobo+taking+care+of+each+other.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377204687194007186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp-rLGDDppI/AAAAAAAABM8/CivOOuy8R68/s200/Izzy+and+Bobo+taking+care+of+each+other.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a Realtor doesn't come easy. We are always having to find people that we can show we are worthy of their trust and loyalty. Those two words mean so much. I think the reason most people have a hard time trusting others is they have had something happen in their lives with someone they have trusted. Be it a good friend or business associate. It's not easy to let that emotion go away, after someone has betrayed them in some way, especially if they thought they knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our jobs sometimes seem impossible. We have to find ways to let people know we are sincere and can be trusted. What do we do? 3 things I can think of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Try to answer your phone and return their calls. Good or bad calls from them, return the call no matter what it is. Listen to them and let them know you care. Try not to let things get too personal with someone you don't know that well. Remember this is business and you can solve things much better knowing it's about the business you are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If they need a question answered get back to them with the answers. There is no reason  we can't give an answer, because in my career, Real Estate, we have the Broker to go through to help us. Find as many ways as you can to show them through your actions you are following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What if they ask you for something they have misplaced? It's usually paperwork they can't locate you probably have in their file that they need. Make a copy of it, fax it or email it to them as soon as you can. Follow up with a phone call to see if they received it. It's the little things we can do to earn people's loyalty and trust. Do it with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo and Izzy have always been close. They are there for each other and they always show it through their actions. We could really learn from our dogs how to act towards each other. They are always showing us how much they love us when we come home. When we're sad, they are right beside us or sitting on us. When we need their love they are always ready to give it. Thanks to my Bobo and Izzy for their loyalty and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's show our family, friends our loyalty and trust, and pass it on to our Customers and in my case, Buyers and Sellers. It could be our co workers as well. That's just as important as we might need each other. You want to be known as one who cares. Make sure you do this with sincerity and with all your heart. &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2106751380599238686?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2106751380599238686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-all-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2106751380599238686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2106751380599238686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-all-your-heart.html' title='With All Your Heart!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp-rLGDDppI/AAAAAAAABM8/CivOOuy8R68/s72-c/Izzy+and+Bobo+taking+care+of+each+other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4459432586828652713</id><published>2009-08-29T14:13:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:36:49.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobo and Izzy Bark A Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp1pbD67GSI/AAAAAAAABM0/zCfq8yTHRrQ/s1600-h/Hi+there!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376569443780073762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp1pbD67GSI/AAAAAAAABM0/zCfq8yTHRrQ/s200/Hi+there!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp1o9ml9uAI/AAAAAAAABMs/f6DUttv2-9g/s1600-h/Bobo+excersising+on+the+mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376568937691330562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp1o9ml9uAI/AAAAAAAABMs/f6DUttv2-9g/s200/Bobo+excersising+on+the+mat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We decided not enough is being said about us these last few days. We understand that our mom is in Real Estate and our Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe. They need to understand we are the Barks and Bow Wows of their lives. Without us being around to entertain them with our funny antics and play times they wouldn't be able to do the work that they do. Sometimes we think we can be pretty cute and funny. So quit being lazy about writing a Blog. If we can Bark a Blog you can write one. Stay focused and howl out a good one for the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo says, "Look at me with my ears flailing about all over. It was my intention to pawnder about what I wanted to Blog about. I decided to Blog about ears today. They are very important for a dog as well as you humans. We hear everything. Sometimes you will hear us bark and you say to us stop that, why are you barking? Duh-E, we hear something. Also, we don't like having you pull us by the ears when we are in a place you have to pull us out of. We are exploring and don't deserve our ears being used as leashes. Just because you can't grab us anywhere else you grab our ears to pull us forward. Hey, that hurts. It's very sensitive you know, how would you like to be pulled around by your ears? Okay, Izzy go for it, Your turn, Bff...Bfff....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arf...Arf.....Arf........Izzy here to tell you about whiskers. I am happy to have them because they help me feel things. So Bobo, watch it when you are walking by me and I can feel your hot breath against my whiskers. Talk about your ears being sensitive these whiskers are feelers you know. They are better than human hands when they feel. Bobo can't feel it like I can because when he got his haircut his whiskers got cut off. It's even more important that I have them to help Mr. all ears. Ha! Anyway, don't pull on my face because I am so cute as my whiskers get yanked sometimes and that hurts me. So be careful and respect my hairy whiskers as they are very important to me like Bobo's ears are to him. You humans are always pulling hair off your faces to look good. You get electrolysis. I like to keep the hair on my face, especially my whisker hairs. If anything ever happens to my sight those whiskers will guide me around. Wow, that would make them invaluable to me. Let go of my whiskers. &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4459432586828652713?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4459432586828652713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bobo-and-izzy-bark-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4459432586828652713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4459432586828652713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bobo-and-izzy-bark-blog.html' title='Bobo and Izzy Bark A Blog!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sp1pbD67GSI/AAAAAAAABM0/zCfq8yTHRrQ/s72-c/Hi+there!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-162147956056246904</id><published>2009-08-28T07:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:57:42.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Not To Worry......Relax Then Scream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpgLwXk2SrI/AAAAAAAABME/DKmXYoo-mfw/s1600-h/Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059080856881842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpgLwXk2SrI/AAAAAAAABME/DKmXYoo-mfw/s200/Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many of us today going through these trying economic times. Trying What? Have you ever thought about what we are trying to do? Are we going to keep ourselves depressed and suppressed. What are we doing to ourselves, our family, friends and society. We need to brush ourselves off and try not to worry about today. Don't worry about tomorrow let tomorrow take care of itself. In other words the next day is coming whether we like it or not. Hee....Hee......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where your office but we have about 60 employees. One thing's for sure is you don't want them to hear you talking about them. We shouldn't do that anyway, it's just plain gossip. I work in a Real Estate office and we can practically hear each other breathe we are so close to each other. I have very good hearing so for me it doesn't take much to hear things. Also, to be honest I have one of those voices that carry. I have to keep it down so as not to disrupt people that are hard working at their desks. One thing I have learned is to be caring of others around you so as not to disturb them or talk about anyone and you will gain their respect. If someone tries to pull you down with a negative tone or about someone else just keep on walking or you may be walking the plank. We don't want to go overboard waisting our time about nonsense we have no business talking about anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lately, most people when I get on the phone, barely say hi anymore without saying something negative about something or other. It's so sad because we are worrying too much. We need to worry less about all the things we are overwhelmed about and get back to our regular crazy, fun and exciting lives. More people are with less money in their pockets and things seem to be tougher now, but let's remember eventually, things will turn around. Let's hold on to something we know how to do. Let's try not to worry. I think if we would just relax then scream at the end, we can get it all out at once. I know it may not turn things around right away but we will sure feel a whole lot better about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for a home in the Jupiter area. The Eidson Team is waiting to help you. Visit us at: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; /////////////////////// &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-162147956056246904?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/162147956056246904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-not-to-worryrelax-then-scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/162147956056246904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/162147956056246904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-not-to-worryrelax-then-scream.html' title='Trying Not To Worry......Relax Then Scream!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpgLwXk2SrI/AAAAAAAABME/DKmXYoo-mfw/s72-c/Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-162533025860131288</id><published>2009-08-26T07:14:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:56:50.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wring Out The Sponge Bob!</title><content type='html'>I think most of us know what the purpose of a sponge is. It soaks up spills, wipes away scuffs, cleans dishes and so much more. We have all used a sponge at one time in our lives. Okay, now that we've established that, lets talk about people that may use you as a sponge. It could be anyone you least expect it to be. None of us like the thought of being soaked up or squeezed out like a sponge. We may not even know it is happening at first. There will always be a sponge in our lives. No matter what it is they will always be the ones to get as much out of you as they can. When we open our lives to help others, or teach something, we can expect we may run into a person that's a sponge. We will call that person a Sponge Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most of us work hard, and want to know we have a good environment to go to work in. Some of us get regular checks and other like us Realtors, are commission based. We only get paid on whatever the split is we have agreed upon with the company we work with and the deal we work on. The only time, it may be decided for you, is when you sell a short sale and the bank pays whatever they want. That's really the only time we aren't sure what we're getting paid. Regardless, the bottom line is, if we don't sell a house we don't make money, it's just that simple. So we must drain the sponges that are holding us back in our lives to get our jobs done and to enjoy our home lives. How do we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take today and take care of the Sponge Bob in your life and focus on squeezing them out. If there is someone that seems to be too demanding in your life, try to put them to the side more. Let them know you are busy at work and it's not a good time to talk or you are working with clients and you need to focus on what you are doing. That way you are not making them feel you are avoiding them. Make more time for the fun things in your life. Getting taken in by the Sponge Bob, can hold you back from making a difference in someone else's life you would like to spend more time with or hold you back from your work. Don't let them squeeze the life out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few tips to help squeeze that Sponge Bob out and let them know you have a life too. Be honest with them when they start to take up too much of your time and say you've done all you can to help them. If that doesn't work you may have to be more aggressive and tell them you're just too busy to spend the extra time as you have so much going on. If you are a Realtor it protects you to send them to your Broker or Office manager especially if it's work related questions. You say to them, you don't want to be giving them any wrong information and you don't want to risk their license or yours by giving them any wrong advice. That usually sends them on their way. If it's more personal you can use, this really isn't the best time for me, as I need to take care of a client. Let them know you are much busier now and usually they will respect that. If they don't be strong and squeeze, wring and wipe them out of your life. Let them know you aren't able to help them anymore as you must focus on what you need to do to get yourself back on target. You can't make money if you aren't focused. You noticed, I didn't say to ignore them, that's the chicken way out. It's best to face your Sponge Bob's one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take your Sponge Bob today and wring them out. Don't let them soak or squeeze you out anymore. Get and keep a new dry sponge where it will remind you not be soaked up squeezed or wiped out again. Wipe them out and be the best you can be, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to buy or sell. Use a Realtor!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, It's EZ with The Eidson Team! &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-162533025860131288?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/162533025860131288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/wring-out-sponge-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/162533025860131288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/162533025860131288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/wring-out-sponge-bob.html' title='Wring Out The Sponge Bob!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5231471134539806939</id><published>2009-08-24T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:30:28.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Qi, The Energy Of Our Lives!</title><content type='html'>For those of you that receive the Blog via email on a regualr basis it was cut off at the bottom of the page which wasn't fair to the person I used the information from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that the definition was taken from Lee Holden at &lt;a href="http://exercisetoheal.com/"&gt;http://exercisetoheal.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Seen On American Public Television / PBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to send only the part I used from his website to clarify the meaning of QiGong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Gong (pronounced "chee gong" and alternatively spelled as "qigong," "qi gong," or "chi kung") is sometimes called “the new yoga” – but the practice dates back thousands of years to ancient China. The word “qi” (or “chi”) means “life force” or "vital energy of the body," and “gong” means accomplishment or skill that is cultivated through steady practice. Qi Gong is specifically designed to cultivate the body's vital energy, using it to heal and strengthen every system throughout the body. Thus, qi gong means “cultivating energy,” and it involves working with energy to strengthen and cleanse the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QiGong's gentle, rhythmic exercises mirror the movements of nature, especially the fluidity of water. Combined with simple breathing techniques, Qi Gong is uniquely suited to relieving stress, boosting the immune system, and increasing the body’s innate healing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember It's EZ With The Eidson Team: &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;////// &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always use a Realtor when Buying or Selling a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5231471134539806939?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5231471134539806939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/qi-energy-of-our-lives_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5231471134539806939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5231471134539806939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/qi-energy-of-our-lives_24.html' title='Qi, The Energy Of Our Lives!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3717298362363423901</id><published>2009-08-24T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:33:48.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Qi, The Energy Of Our Lives!</title><content type='html'>Hi, I left the Don't Be Prideful Blog up all weekend as I got some comments on how it got some people thinking, including myself while I was writing it. We don't want to think of ourselves as being prideful but we all have something we do that isn't exactly the best way of living our lives. Well, enough of that we have a new subject to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involves Qi. What is that you ask? Well, Qi (pronounced Chi) is energy. We all have Qi in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to expand on this subject. Qi Gong (pronounced "chee gong" and alternatively spelled as "qigong," "qi gong," or "chi kung") is sometimes called “the new yoga” – but the practice dates back thousands of years to ancient China. The word “qi” (or “chi”) means “life force” or "vital energy of the body," and “gong” means accomplishment or skill that is cultivated through steady practice. Qi Gong is specifically designed to cultivate the body's vital energy, using it to heal and strengthen every system throughout the body. Thus, qi gong means “cultivating energy,” and it involves working with energy to strengthen and cleanse the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QiGong's gentle, rhythmic exercises mirror the movements of nature, especially the fluidity of water. Combined with simple breathing techniques, Qi Gong is uniquely suited to relieving stress, boosting the immune system, and increasing the body’s innate healing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using these exercises we can improve our stresses which sometimes on our jobs can be the people we are around. We have some people we work with that are very easy to get along with and those that aren't so easy to get along with. We can put out all our energies just trying to get them to like us or we avoid them all together. You can walk in a room and know there in there before you get inside it. You say, now Lois, that just sounds downright ridiculous. Well, think about it? You can feel a persons energy if it's positive or negative. You know what I mean? You are getting ready for a weekly session to discuss things at a meeting or session at your job. All that person does is bring everyone in the room down with their negative, harsh responses. Thus brings about stress among most of the people in the room. You bring someone in that has a calm and soothing way and everyone in the room starts to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even, Bobo knows when you excercise it helps his energy level. He is patiently waiting for the next stretch to do. Let's take Bobo's example, and try and do whatever we can to lower our stresses. As you already know, stress=blood pressure. The deep breathing is what usually helps us reduce our stress. In QiGong you take both your hands, one on top of the other, and place just below your belly button. You beathe in with the nose and out through your mouth. Make sure the abdomen is rising up and down. We want to make sure we are breathing correctly, like Bobo. Breathe in the day and energize yourself. Bring in some Qi and enjoy the energy of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpKth9pGl2I/AAAAAAAABL8/mrTtBubWWng/s1600-h/Bobo+waiting+to+do+the+next+Qi+Gong+excercise..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpKth9pGl2I/AAAAAAAABL8/mrTtBubWWng/s320/Bobo+waiting+to+do+the+next+Qi+Gong+excercise..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This will help you deal much better with people on your jobs or your family at home whether they are stressful to you or not. Give it a try and let me know how you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The definition of QiGong was taken from QiGong with Lee Holden online at:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.exercisetoheal.com/"&gt;www.exercisetoheal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As Seen On American Public Television / PBS&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3717298362363423901?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3717298362363423901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/qi-energy-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3717298362363423901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/3717298362363423901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/qi-energy-of-our-lives.html' title='Qi, The Energy Of Our Lives!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SpKth9pGl2I/AAAAAAAABL8/mrTtBubWWng/s72-c/Bobo+waiting+to+do+the+next+Qi+Gong+excercise..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-5266979838919799994</id><published>2009-08-21T07:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:44:50.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To? Don't Be Prideful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/So6TO57tmII/AAAAAAAABLk/IBR32xCn4Vw/s1600-h/Jupiter+Lighthouse+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372393289778305154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/So6TO57tmII/AAAAAAAABLk/IBR32xCn4Vw/s200/Jupiter+Lighthouse+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did get a few comments yesterday about the Don't Judge Blog. As you would guess you might be thinking, was it true or was it just for an example to make people think? Either way it really hits home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Realtor at Coldwell Banker with my family I work with, has it's ups and downs. We always seem to work things out with each other to keep us together, not only as a family unit but to have respect for each other as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story I am going to tell you is true, but something good has come from it. It's about the fast paced Real Estate market in 2005 that ended with a fall of prices and peoples pride. Not everyone looks out for number one, but let's face it most of us do to a certain extent. We want to make sure our tails are covered as well as our pockets. Let's take a step back to 2005 when the market was peaking and everyone wanted to make a buck. You couldn't even buy a place and rent it out to make a dollar but people were buying places like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What caused the craze? Mortgages and rates were so easy to come by, everybody wanted to get into the action. Some even bought 2 or 3 investments thinking they could flip the properties and didn't think about how it might affect them or their families. There was a major craving to be a home buyer or investment owner. Some people were even selling their own homes as everything was moving so fast. Realtors were selling homes at peaked prices that even Appraisers were keeping up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the same people that had these same wonderful ideas are in big trouble. They can't sell their investments, so now we have an influx of short sales and Reo's, that have affected the appraisal values to a spiralled downturn. Most people need a lot of help to sell their places and Realtors are ready and willing to help them. So many other Realtors have left the business that thought it was nothing to sell a house. Some had no ethics but thought they were really great. Now that things have become complicated only the ones that are experienced are left. If you are new to Real Estate and have just started you must have a big heart to help others. People know and feel the emotions of the market as we are all affected by it. It's no surprise Realtors invested and lost out in the same way. No one really knew what the outcome would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why pride has taken a back seat to many humbled people. We were all in it together and we will all get each other out of it by helping each other the best way we can. Just like a family does with respect and humility. We have found each other again. Our families are moving to a different way of life which has brought us all together in a supportive and caring way again. Let's learn from this and not forget who we really are. Compassionate and caring human beings looking out for one another. It has helped us be less prideful and more hopeful and humble. At least we have each other. Let's remember to keep it that way. Just like the picture of the Jupiter lighthouse. It lights the way, for us to find our way, together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; /////////////// &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-5266979838919799994?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5266979838919799994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-dont-be-prideful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5266979838919799994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/5266979838919799994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-dont-be-prideful.html' title='How To? Don&apos;t Be Prideful!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/So6TO57tmII/AAAAAAAABLk/IBR32xCn4Vw/s72-c/Jupiter+Lighthouse+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-4381666231307743804</id><published>2009-08-20T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:17:53.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To? Don't Judge!</title><content type='html'>Being, I was swamped with so many ideas of what to write and comments about what to write I had to pick one, mine again. Ha! maybe, we'll get some participation about this one if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: Here comes the Buyer in the beat up car, badly dressed and walks in to the office and says he wants to go looking at houses. What do you do? Most of us would say give it to the new Agent. If you thought this wait until you hear this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man came in and he wanted to buy right away. He had been living out of his car with his little dog. The dog looked better kept than he did. It was a little Chihuahua with a bandanna on his neck named, Chewy. Chewy loved to have a bone near him at all times or this man's car would have been in shambles. He was asked to sit in the smallest room and told to wait while the person on floor got him the Agent. The Agent came in and asked the man if he would like something to drink and for the dog as well. He said a water would be fine. They discussed what he wanted to do and asked him how he was going to purchase. He said he had cash to buy so the Agent took him around with his dog Chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later the Agent comes back and takes him back to the conference room with Chewy. Everyone in the office was all eyes wondering what had happened. They were going to have to wait as the door to the conference room was shut and the Agent, the man and his dog were behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 30 minutes a limousine drove up with a handsome man walking through the door. The floor people were stumbling over each other to get to him when he says my dad and his dog are suppose to be here. All there faces dropped as he went to the room where the Agent was. The rest I am sure you can figure out. The only thing is no one knew what the Agent had found for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the parties left the office and every one watched as the man in the limousine drove off and the man and his dog Chewy did the same. The office was in a frenzy as they approached the Agent to see what had happened. She said I can't believe it he bought a beautiful Mansion with all the upgrades near the beach and it had an extra dog run and play area for his dog Chewy. There was a detached home on the property with it's own garage and all the amenities. The son had told her his dad was always the simple type that never wanted to have much but had finally decided he would move in with his son and his family as long as Chewy would be taken care of. He hadn't been well but promised his son he would move in with him and his family. He also let the dad pick out the home. The price of the home was $6,000,000. Don't be so quick to judge the way someone looks or what they drive. You never know what their situation may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; //////////// &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-4381666231307743804?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4381666231307743804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-dont-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4381666231307743804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/4381666231307743804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-dont-judge.html' title='How To? Don&apos;t Judge!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1172129332948207112</id><published>2009-08-19T06:49:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:04:03.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To?  Do The Twist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SowT_1lhpRI/AAAAAAAABLc/g49wr9Eak9w/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371690442983318802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SowT_1lhpRI/AAAAAAAABLc/g49wr9Eak9w/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay readers how would you like to read some positive how to's. If you can think of anything you would like for me to write about go to: &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/lois.armstrong2"&gt;http://facebook.com/lois.armstrong2&lt;/a&gt;. That's where all the comments come through on the previous ones I have written about. I want to thank everyone for your comments and suggestions. They are very much appreciated. I thought I would chose the first how to, being I am the one writing about it. Ha! Anyway here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't profess to do things the same way others might, so you may be wondering what the title means? Most might think it's about dancing. NOT! It's about putting a twist on things in your life that might bring you down.Haven't you heard the saying let's put a positive twist on things? What things you may ask? How about on when something bad happens to us, or less drastic, someone you may not like that gets on your nerves. Now we're talking, the latter relates to more about me, right? ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo and Izzy would like to put a positive twist on something first. Scenario: Izzy will be eating her bone and when she least expects it Bobo swoops down and it's in his mouth like he had it all along. Izzy sweetly takes the bone Bobo had until he stops chewing her bone he took and sets it down to lick his paw or something. Izzy puts a positive twist on the situation. First she walks over and starts licking Bobo's face, ears, eyes and just when he starts to close his eyes she leaps over and grabs the bone fish and off she goes to another spot away from him. Now Izzy did the twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenario of the person that constantly whines. How can we put a twist on that? Don't invite them to anything. Well, I know a few of us who'd like to do that but we need to do the twist, remember? What to do, what to do......MMMMMMMMMMM? Bingo! You must be sincere. Let them know you care about them, but don't get so involved with too much of the personal. Compliment something about them in a positive way every single day. Before you know it they stop whining so much around you and may even start doing it less around others as well. Well, what did we learn from this? How to do the twist. Ha!&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/lois.armstrong2"&gt;http://facebook.com/lois.armstrong2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ///////// &lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1172129332948207112?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1172129332948207112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-do-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1172129332948207112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1172129332948207112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-do-twist.html' title='How To?  Do The Twist!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SowT_1lhpRI/AAAAAAAABLc/g49wr9Eak9w/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2436040926951174856</id><published>2009-08-18T08:20:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:27:42.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Your Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Soqc547K7AI/AAAAAAAABLE/TJBQsEyGog4/s1600-h/Bo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371278023939779586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Soqc547K7AI/AAAAAAAABLE/TJBQsEyGog4/s200/Bo+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We like to look our best when we go to work. In my profession, Real Estate, we have to look the best we can as we meet different people all day long. To a certain extent, the way we dress and act around people we meet, can attract who we end up working with. I am not saying that Bobo, in the picture, would attract long haired people, or messy haired, or hairy bodied people. He might not attract any people at all....He's not in Real Estate. GOTCHA! He would just be Bobo, presenting his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our bi monthly meeting today. Our Broker gets us all revved up with an introduction of a great presentation from Lennar Homes and their new community, Rialto. Next, we had a discussion about different newspaper's thoughts about our market and the Broker wrapped things up with 2 new people that joined us in our office today. One was a commercial Realtor, who introduced himself with a lot of humor and presenting his style. He was a real hoot. We had lots of laughs and he came across very friendly.  Also, we have a new Mortgage person from CB Mtg. starting with us in our office with 30 years experience. He seemed to impress us with his knowledge and expertise as well. It's good to see new fresh faces adorn our office, especially when they are able to contribute. The meeting ended with one of the Agents going through our new listings and we get to tell about them to each other. You never know when someone in your office may have the Buyer to one of the listings. Also, we finished off with price changes and a giving to our Cares Foundation we support. I think having the meetings gives us all a chance to relax and charge our thoughts from everything we were told about or info we were given to help us better ourselves. It's all good..............&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, back to our style and how you are dressed or the style of your hair.  Usually, people are attracted to your personality verses your style of clothing or hair. As long as you aren't looking like Bobo in the picture today you are ready to show your wonderful personality to others. We need to keep others interested in us by being interesting ourselves. Read, write, exchange ideas and network. It's important to look as successful as you can to others. Laugh, enjoy your life, do a favor for someone and always be yourself around others and the people you know, as that's presenting your style!  &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to buy or sell? Use a Realtor.  &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2436040926951174856?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2436040926951174856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/presenting-your-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2436040926951174856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2436040926951174856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/presenting-your-style.html' title='Presenting Your Style!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Soqc547K7AI/AAAAAAAABLE/TJBQsEyGog4/s72-c/Bo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-9155461427471995966</id><published>2009-08-17T06:43:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:30:53.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good To The Last Drop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sok8AsbRRrI/AAAAAAAABK8/WAKVsNdM3FE/s1600-h/Coffee+Drinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890013239232178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sok8AsbRRrI/AAAAAAAABK8/WAKVsNdM3FE/s200/Coffee+Drinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being in Real Estate is a busy career with calls and hopefully putting together a contract or two. We all start out our days differently and mine usually start with those 2 dogs of mine. I wrote about my Pomeranian, Izzy in a Blog called "Another Coffee Lover." Well guess what? She's not the only one that likes coffee I have just discovered. This end table of mine is getting busy paw traffic these days. Ha! I was in the other room with Izzy, and thought to myself, ha, you can't get to my coffee, you little monster. That is getting to be her name lately. Especially when she isn't being totally good like I would like her to be. So, we came out together to the living room and lo and behold who do we see with his face in my coffee? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! Suggestion of the day: Watch out for your pets and your coffee. That seems to be the combination these days. If you leave it about they will find it out. Poet and didn't know it. We must remember our pets are family but it doesn't mean they have to take over our houses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt; get your face out of my coffee. Do you think he stopped because I said NO? NO......He drank what he wanted of it and wouldn't have stopped no matter what. The coffee must have tasted real good. I use, Maxwell House Colombian, it's good to the last drop! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to get busy as it's our Team's turn to be on floor this afternoon. Maybe, something good is about to come our way today. Like the coffee, Real Estate can be good to the last, drop  me a contract that is. Looking for a home to buy or sell? Remember, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eidson&lt;/span&gt; Team!&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-9155461427471995966?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9155461427471995966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-to-last-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9155461427471995966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9155461427471995966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-to-last-drop.html' title='Good To The Last Drop!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sok8AsbRRrI/AAAAAAAABK8/WAKVsNdM3FE/s72-c/Coffee+Drinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-9199832331547817214</id><published>2009-08-16T11:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:04:22.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie In The Neck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wkrg.com/crime/article/man-arrested-for-throwing-pizza-at-his-daughter/264504/Aug-15-2009_12-36-pm/"&gt;Man Arrested For Throwing Pizza At His Daughter - Florida Gainesville Child Abuse Pizza - WKRG.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com/"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share this article with you above. This is the first time I have ever heard of someone throwing a pizza and it may be considered child abuse. What is this world coming too? If the dad ends up in jail maybe he can do some community service  with working at a pizza place tossing pizza's. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-9199832331547817214?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9199832331547817214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pie-in-neck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9199832331547817214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/9199832331547817214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pie-in-neck.html' title='Pie In The Neck?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-6568244275252339069</id><published>2009-08-14T07:29:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:05:47.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says I'm Sh(r)edding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoVRuWJeVKI/AAAAAAAABKk/_dvie3NYcFI/s1600-h/Eating+Paper+shreds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369787987370333346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoVRuWJeVKI/AAAAAAAABKk/_dvie3NYcFI/s200/Eating+Paper+shreds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a problem. People that know me would say, so what else is new? Ha! I am drowning in files, notes, peoples names and addresses, notes jotted, slips and scraps of paper, faxes, advertising, marketing ideas, and on and on and on. When you are working in Real Estate it seems no matter how much you try you have this endless stream of paperwork that never stops long enough before it starts all over again. I don't want you to think me or my partners are complaining about how each other works because we usually don't let it stay out of hand too long. There are 3 of us that share an office so you can imagine how much paperwork there can be on a given day. Not making excuses for myself about the untidiness at times, but it actually feels liberating to me when I get the chance to go through it all and decide what stays and what goes? My partner, Linda has always felt that way as well. Joe agrees too, but the thing he's been shedding most of these days is his hair. Ha! Couldn't resist to make a joke, right Joe? Uh Oh.....I hope he knows I am kidding. Hee.....Hee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo and Izzy, would be able to tell you there have even been days at the home office that I have had paperwork on the floor, shelves, top of my desk, fax machine, and chasing scraps they get in their mouths. The little devils. My fault though. I let it get out of control and all they are trying to do is help me, right? NOT! Bobo says, "Bff, Bff." That's a Huhum, clear of the throat today. I think he has a few shred balls in his throat. Hee....Hee.... Izzy says, "Arf Arf Arf Arf." That's a please, please, please, please can I have a full sheet of paper so I can use it as a roll up for my nylabone." Bobo and Izzy do like the shredder too, as they can eat the extras that fall when I empty it. It's too cute. My two little vacuum mouths. It's spotless on the floor, and no need for any pick ups. They do a great job. I knew they were good and good for something. So I finally decided enough is enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course sometimes, your untidiness, can get decided for you sooner than you think it's time to straighten things out. Remember, I work with 2 other people that will definitely tell me, "get a grip, unless some of that paperwork is a Buyer or Seller. Or, get through your mess and maybe you'll actually take some responsibility for something. Ha!" I think that tells it straight up, don't you? Pull out the shredder and let her rip! One of my favorite machines at the office. When I need the shredder changed, my partner, Joe, will usually empty it for me and Linda. He's really great to do that for us. He's so good about it, almost everyone, in the office asks him to do it now for them as well. Of course Joe doesn't say no to them when they ask, it's not in his language. Only to me and Linda when he has had enough of two women all day. Ha! Okay, Who says I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sh(r)edding? Try it, you may find that your clutter, becomes more clear when there's not so much of it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-6568244275252339069?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6568244275252339069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-says-im-shredding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6568244275252339069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/6568244275252339069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-says-im-shredding.html' title='Who Says I&apos;m Sh(r)edding?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoVRuWJeVKI/AAAAAAAABKk/_dvie3NYcFI/s72-c/Eating+Paper+shreds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-1228215116388234499</id><published>2009-08-11T08:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:39:38.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My Stress Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoFkY5dvL3I/AAAAAAAABKA/5ORKqf59gtE/s1600-h/That%27s+my+stress+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368682609707528050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoFkY5dvL3I/AAAAAAAABKA/5ORKqf59gtE/s200/That%27s+my+stress+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all have stress and can utilize different things to help each and every one of us relieve some of it. On a daily basis there are many more people knocking Doctor's doors down complaining about anxiety, shortness of breath etc. Most of us truly would like to avoid taking a pill to resolve this type of situation. Not to knock down the drug industry but there is a time for taking a pill and also a time for not taking one as well. If you feel you can do some exercise without having pain or using a pill this is a good way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's three tips I hope will help your stress level. No matter what you do for a living we all have stress. These things have helped me keep my stress level down, and I want to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Bobo has one tip for you later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take some slow deep breaths no matter where you are at. Make sure when you breathe use your nose, as it helps filter out the bad particles in the air. Breathe slowly in with your nose and slowly out with your mouth. It can become relaxing and rhythmic when you do this and can help you relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a warm bath and use some nice smelling bath crystals or whatever you like, as long as you aren't allergic to smells or perfumes in the products you may use. I have found Epsom salt to be great, especially if you are having pain in your body. Try not to over use the Epsom salt as it may cause a laxative effect. After you are done soaking for about 10 minutes more or less, you may want to rinse off with warm water. You don't want to start itching or become irritated from any of the products you used. We are trying to relax not stress ourselves out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A relaxation massage with light to heavy pressure is a great way to relieve those tense muscles you can't reach yourself. If you can't afford a massage or just don't have the time for one, use a roller or vibrator for your tired and sore muscles. Personally I can't take the vibration so I like to use a tool called a thera-cane to treat some tight muscles on my back. It helps to break up the muscle tension tension you are having if you can't get a massage. You have to be careful not to use too much force or it won't be relaxing the next day. Drink alot of water after you do these things. We get toxins in our body and it helps get rid of them when we drink water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo has one tip to tell you about. He has a multi use stress ball. Well, he's pawing at me right now, and wants to tell you about it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bff, Bff, Bobo here. I have a ball with my stress ball. It has strings off the end of it like a troll doll. I chew on the strings to help me keep plaque off my Bo-tiful smile. Ha! I love to throw it as high up in the air as I can. I catch it and throw it against the wall so it comes back to me. Izzy doesn't like to play with it too much as it's a hard rubber ball. It has so many different uses for me to have fun and feel good about myself. As you can see in the picture, I love to chew. It helps me to Grrrrr-lax. There are 2 bones laying on each side of me in the picture. When I get tired of the ball I crunch away on my nylabones. They are the kind you chew on but they aren't edible. They are like a treat for me and Izzy. That's our favorite chew. Better than tobacco, we've been told. Hee....hee....Any howl, Keep breathing, soak, relax and get a sress ball. Don't take the ball I have, that's my stress ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use these tips and I hope they will help you. Bobo says, if you would like to use his stress ball, he may change his mind to let you use it as long as you bring him a new nylabone.  He just wants you to remember that it's his stress ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your stress down while you're looking to sell or buy a home by using a Realtor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-1228215116388234499?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1228215116388234499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-my-stress-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1228215116388234499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/1228215116388234499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-my-stress-ball.html' title='That&apos;s My Stress Ball!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoFkY5dvL3I/AAAAAAAABKA/5ORKqf59gtE/s72-c/That%27s+my+stress+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-63189301237915073</id><published>2009-08-10T07:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:07:06.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Less $$ for Car Wash! Ask Bobo and Izzy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoAHJdG8KMI/AAAAAAAABJw/BLEFfXGW5i8/s1600-h/Bo+%26+Izzy+Bring+the+hose+please..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368298614839584962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoAHJdG8KMI/AAAAAAAABJw/BLEFfXGW5i8/s200/Bo+%26+Izzy+Bring+the+hose+please..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As small business workers most of us are going to have to take care of our cars, trucks, smart cars, SUV's, Jeeps and you can just about name them all. As an independent contractor, my colleagues and partners, need to make sure, when we take a potential buyer in our car or whatever the means of transportation may be, it must be neat and clean. Put yourself in your Clients shoes, whew maybe not, hee......hee....., but you know what I am saying. No one wants to be escorted around with trash and liquid spilled all over the dash etc. I have even seen empty soda cans, water bottles and paper work strewn all over the back seat and on the floor. I guess we figure if we only have one client we won't need to pick up the mess. WRONG! I have seen it and no exaggeration. Also, the odor in some of our cars are enough to make the people either say I will drive myself or see ya later. That's why I asked Bobo and Izzy to go get me the hose and help me clean the car. If you can't afford the expensive automatic car washes that range from almost $20.00 to $150.00 detailing. You can take it yourself to a do it yourself car wash or stay at home. You usually have everything you need at home and you may find someone willing to help you just to be nice. Don't forget to use something for the odor. I have found fabric febreeze, or the liquid bottle that attaches to the AC vent work the best for me. They usually run no more than $3.oo to $4.00. remember, with the bottle of febreeze you can save alot more as you can use it over and over again. Make sure it doesn't spot up any of your fabric and test a small area of it first. An easy way to do an exterior wash is go to a gas station that has a good "soft cloth" automatic wash. It cleans exceptionally well. I can get the exterior of the car washed with less than $5.00. It depends what type of wash you want. Put in the code and away you go. You will have to vacuum yourself but that may only cost you up to a $1.00 or $2.00 at most, depending on how dirty your interior is. You may need to also dry it yourself after going through the automated wash, and don't speed to get the car dry, the police will be more than happy to double your fines for driving too fast. Now the car wash has cost you over $200.00. Oh yes, you can go to a spray wash if you want but I have found they leave spotting and usually dirt and grime stays on the car. It's all up to you and they can run you upward of $10.00 or more depending on if you need to use their convenient vending machines for extra cloths and soap etc. I say if you know you are going to do it yourself, leave a bag with some items that won't get hot in your car and spoil. Cloths, sponges, car brushes and chamois cloths etc. are great to keep in your car for emergencies.Bobo and Izy are always wanting to get into the action or to help. They have their car that runs on air. They had it all ready to go when they realized they don't do windows and they don't paw wash cars. Hee.....Bobo and Izzy do want to remind you to please make sure your cars show nice but also make sure your tires are with proper air pressure. Check all your fluids on a regular basis. So there it is. To pay or not to pay that is the question. You can use less $$ for car wash but make sure you are prepared to put in the time and sweat. You can take a neighbor's child looking to make $2-$3 extra bucks to help you. Just an idea if you are not feeling up to the challenge. &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-63189301237915073?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/63189301237915073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-for-car-wash-ask-bobo-and-izzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/63189301237915073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/63189301237915073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-for-car-wash-ask-bobo-and-izzy.html' title='Less $$ for Car Wash! Ask Bobo and Izzy?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SoAHJdG8KMI/AAAAAAAABJw/BLEFfXGW5i8/s72-c/Bo+%26+Izzy+Bring+the+hose+please..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-477258188380393190</id><published>2009-08-09T16:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:08:55.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Coffee Lover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sn9SWgsfT2I/AAAAAAAABJo/FZbXp1iv7MY/s1600-h/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099827536056162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sn9SWgsfT2I/AAAAAAAABJo/FZbXp1iv7MY/s200/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it's still the weekend and I thought I would write about what we like to drink. Some of us prefer a cup of coffee and others might prefer a cup of tea. Why am I even mentioning this? Well, my dog, Izzy, is a coffee fanatic. You heard right. She prefers a cup of coffee. I bet it's because it's made with cream and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the same unusual morning at my house. My 2 dogs were running about chasing each other grunting and growl talking the whole time. I settled down for my first cup of coffee, and was just getting ready to sit, when I heard my phone ring. I thought, who in the world is calling me this early in the Am? I came back from the other room and there was Izzy and Bobo lying on the couch as if they had been there all along. You two look so cute relaxing while I am taking care of business. What a good boy and girl you are. I was just getting ready to grab my coffee, and noticed, it didn't look as full as when I first poured it. It really seemed less than before I answered that phone. Suddenly, Izzy began to squirm on her back with her legs straight up in the air. Now what did you do, I thought to my self? Usually she either wants Bobo to play with her or me to rub her a bit when she squirms but something about that squirm looked a little conspicuous. She kept staring at me and my coffee cup. Well, well, somebody likes my coffee. I thought I'll get that little coffee lover, and set a trap for her tomorrow. I will catch her in the act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it was the next day, and just what I had been waiting for. I couldn't wait to capture that little 4 legged furry coffee lover. I didn't want to target her too fast. They can make you feel like they know what you're going to do. I sat down on the couch, cup in hand, and laid it on the end table. I turned to call Bobo up to sit with us, and that little monster was already face down in my cup of coffeee, and going to town. She stepped back and stood on the arm of the couch as if she had won the grand price. Izzzy, NO!  She could have cared less and walked away as if to say, get your own cup of coffee. Oh well, how can you get mad?  I guess she got me instead. Another coffee lover in the family. I am going to have to watch out for her, and my coffee. &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.........................................&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-477258188380393190?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/477258188380393190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-coffee-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/477258188380393190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/477258188380393190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-coffee-lover.html' title='Another Coffee Lover!'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sn9SWgsfT2I/AAAAAAAABJo/FZbXp1iv7MY/s72-c/Bobo+and+Izzy+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-2914851688618985891</id><published>2009-08-07T18:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:26:59.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where U At?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367364551159251218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sny1nyvfARI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hFtJMDQGsbU/s200/Izzy,+where+are+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have you noticed everywhere we look today the BIG QUESTION seems to be, what are you doing today? Check out your other sites now. They have it on Facebook, email sites, you see where I am going with this. Well, I have a great idea....Light bulb! I'd like to start my own social networking Biz. If there is anyone that would like to help me get started I can't promise anything great but at least we'll find out the one BIG QUESTION, Where U At? I want to keep it something interesting and full of surprises to keep people's attention. We could use a good JV (Joint Venture), as I am sure it won't be inexpensive to do. You know it takes the green back a dollar and a lot of hard work. Must do a plug for it you know. Hee.....Hee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the idea struck me...........Bobo and Izzy were playing hide and seek yesterday. I kept watching them trying to find each other. It was fun watching them. See Bobo in the picture it's like, Izzy whree U At? Bobo suddenly spots her with his perefial vision and does this very slow movement like the old child game we use to play. Slowly he turns step by step, inch by inch, and then he pounces on Izzy. Izzy stands cool as a cucumber and she is so use to it. She doesn't even flinch when Bobo pounces right on her. She sometimes gets a little pet Peeved. Pardon the pun.....Hee....Hee.... I was just getting ready to chuckle some more about it, when I turned for a split second, and all of a sudden they were on the other side of the room doing something totally different. They were playing on my excersise mat and I couldn't believe my eyes. My camera just happened to be right near me so I hit the record button. I am so glad I did. Me, Bobo and Izzy did our first You Tube video. Here's the link for those that didn't get a chance to see it.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-LPYwUyfMg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-LPYwUyfMg&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo and Izzy make things so EZ. After we were done being silly, I looked again, and they were gone. Where U At, I asked? I couldn't believe it, they were flying up and down through the air attacking each other in their, who can conquer who game, they play. They are so much fun. I noticed I didn't have my eyes away for another few seconds and looked and said to myself, it sure is quiet in here all of a sudden. Bobo, Izzy, where U __? I barely got the words out, when I noticed they were fast asleep. Poor things they had a very busy day. Bobo and Izzy were over and OUT. &lt;a href="http://joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are feeling tired make sure you have nutrition and plenty of fluids in you. You need to be refreshed to start this JV with us. Oh, I forgot to mention, Bobo and Izzy are the one's in charge of everything. I am the hu-lingual so they can communicate. We'll be waiting to hear from you. Where you at? &lt;a href="http://homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://homesrez4u.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-2914851688618985891?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2914851688618985891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-u-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2914851688618985891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857095584701792233/posts/default/2914851688618985891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-u-at.html' title='Where U At?'/><author><name>Lois Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05605270821641932118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sj-UgtqAaXI/AAAAAAAABBg/PveBBDJwI20/S220/Lois+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/Sny1nyvfARI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hFtJMDQGsbU/s72-c/Izzy,+where+are+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857095584701792233.post-3191416289169597415</id><published>2009-08-05T09:22:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:59:16.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Answer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SnmIFUUkreI/AAAAAAAABJA/N41rNFggYZQ/s1600-h/Izzy+and+Bobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366470055924379106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OD59lw7CThs/SnmIFUUkreI/AAAAAAAABJA/N41rNFggYZQ/s200/Izzy+and+Bobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, Bobo and Izzy here. Here we are settled in on the floor in a relaxed position. We want to ask 3 questions and want to see how you would know what the answer would be without looking right away. Answers on the end of the Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.We want something at the store and we don't know how to drive. How do we get what we need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We've been tired lately from taking walks with a dog walker friend of ours, named Judy. We call her the mother of walkers.........Hee....Hee.........She can walk pretty fast and it keeps me an Izzy on our Paws...What do we do to boost our immune system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do we do to stay fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been using a couple of balls and trying to loosen up her tight back muscles. We bark and howl on the other, about how much we want it to work for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy says, "Bobo you don't have any b _ _ _ s. They were removed when you were snippety snipped. Hee....Hee....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo replies, "well, Miss Dizzy Izzy, you haven't been the same since you had your female reproductive organs taken out. You have been nothing but nervous and moody ever since. I do still care about you and love to tease and chase you around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Bobo, you're such a moose. You are more wimpy without your you know what? Too bad they were removed. You use to be a ball to hang around. Hee...Hee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it go Izzy, didn't you have to lose a few organs as well? Looks like we are even little, sister. Hee......Hee............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to the 3 questions are below: ................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)..............................:)...............................:)..........................................:)....................................................:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: #1: We send mom to get it for us..........Hee....Hee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: #2: Judy, Our dog walking mom, The walker mother, she's called, gives us a multi-Vitamin. We can't reach the shelf on our tippy paws, and have a hard time using over mouths to turn the lid. They sure don't make those easy for any of us, do they? Any Howl, Just like you humans take your Multi-Vitamins we need ours too. It helps keep our buffed up bodies in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: #3: We exercise on the mat and try to do as mom does. She's been doing some Qi Gong that keeps her back strengthened and it really works on the abdomen which you all know is important to our backs. A week abdomen can make your back feel even weaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.joinablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or someone you know is looking for someone to help you find a home. You can contact the Eidson Team at:&lt;a href="http://www.homesrez4u.com/"&gt;http://www.homesrez4u.com/&lt;/a&gt; Tell them Bobo and Izzy sent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857095584701792233-3191416289169597415?l=joinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joinablog.bl
