<?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-27134097</id><updated>2012-01-22T15:09:02.176-05:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><category term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Yankee Family goes South</title><subtitle type='html'>I've lived in the Northern US for my whole life.  Not just the North, but the Radical, Liberal, Left Leanin' Veggie eatin' North.  Boulder, Colorado; San Francisco, California; Seattle, Washington; New York, New York and Madison Wisconsin.  Get the drift?  And now we are off to Chattanooga, Tennessee.  I believe, therefore, that the need for this Blog is self explanatory.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-2347205502028832118</id><published>2008-06-12T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:56:30.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to new blog site</title><summary type='text'>Alrighty all ya'll who have been askin' about the new site: Here is the new URL at least temporarily:http://humhumviz.typepad.com/humhumviz/I'm hoping this will be a nice place to settle down, but we'll see.  The site is now named HumHumViz, standing for Humor, Humanity and Vision (spelled wrong) but it still a continuation of Southern Yanks and Medical Spouse.  After all, it's all life.  I'll be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2347205502028832118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=2347205502028832118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/2347205502028832118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/2347205502028832118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2008/06/link-to-new-blog-site.html' title='Link to new blog site'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-925072151229264202</id><published>2008-05-22T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:24:12.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on Up...</title><summary type='text'>Hi there Yall!  I'm in the process of designing a new space for the ol' blog here.  I will be connecting it to this one via mutual links.  The title for the new site will be HumHumViz I do believe.  There will be link to both Yankee Family and Medical Spouse, which I also plan to update.  Here I thought no one was actually paying attention and suddenly I start getting e-mails and such about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/925072151229264202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=925072151229264202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/925072151229264202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/925072151229264202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2008/05/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on Up...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-6393778679349177165</id><published>2007-09-03T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:27:10.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The well is full again...</title><summary type='text'>Good heavens!  It's been a while but I'm back (believe it or not by popular demand!)I do need to backtrack a little, because I have been sorely remiss in not writing about the fantastic art workshop I took a couple of months ago.This particular workshop took place on the bucolic campus of a private high school in a little town north of us called Sewanee.  Like many towns down here, Sewanee boasts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6393778679349177165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=6393778679349177165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/6393778679349177165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/6393778679349177165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-is-full-again.html' title='The well is full again...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/RtwOa4fj6YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aW5SxSWKLh8/s72-c/Scenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-7788914972324374066</id><published>2007-06-29T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:14:12.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the week again</title><summary type='text'>Once again my DH has outdone himself and has been voted DH of the week!  Was it due to the clean dishes in the dishwasher?  Perhaps it was the giant tomatoes that got him a nod...But no! It is due to his recent biological and archaeological exploits that we congratulate him with this award.Yes, that man I live with has started a collection of dead animals.  This would be fine if we lived in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7788914972324374066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=7788914972324374066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/7788914972324374066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/7788914972324374066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-of-week-again.html' title='Man of the week again'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/RoUg_ePWgCI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgYv806SFrA/s72-c/IMG_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-5557482377087731513</id><published>2007-05-20T00:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:51:30.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Dueces</title><summary type='text'>I've written before about the duality that is the Southern US, and today I witnessed yet another, somewhat insignificant and yet highly significant act that I've never seen anywhere else.Let me set the scene:It was a cool and cloudy day, unusual in recent days of unusually hot weather.  A few raindrops fell in a much more ordered fashion than the big bunch of excited kids weaving around in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5557482377087731513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=5557482377087731513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5557482377087731513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5557482377087731513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/05/southern-dueces.html' title='Southern Dueces'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/Rk_dsqYKowI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A8yAFyQuReA/s72-c/Ceili+Coffee+Small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-5867441051785870279</id><published>2007-04-25T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:46:27.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People wonder what goes on behind the doors</title><summary type='text'>Most of us know the scene well, we wait in the lobby, and then are admitted formally into the back of the Dr.s office.  There are lots of hallways and doors.  Then we are settled to wait, and while we wait we wonder how many tongue depressors I could get away with or what would happen if you connect the blood-pressure cuff to the odolaringynoscope.  OK I do.   (Sometimes this goes on so long it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5867441051785870279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=5867441051785870279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5867441051785870279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5867441051785870279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-wonder-what-goes-on-behind-doors.html' title='People wonder what goes on behind the doors'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-4413364860285519524</id><published>2007-04-22T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:00:55.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to even begin to Blog</title><summary type='text'>Heaven help me, there has been so much going on in the last month that I couldn't even begin to know where to start, so I'm making public mental notes so I'll remember to write more about these.Let's see...There was the American Lung Association Bayou Ball staring "Here comes the Mummies"  (a band dressed in mummy costumes, and not on Halloween)    Side Note:  Lots of Mummy bun grabbin' and not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4413364860285519524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=4413364860285519524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/4413364860285519524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/4413364860285519524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-to-even-begin-to-blog.html' title='Too much to even begin to Blog'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-514779374226574744</id><published>2007-03-21T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:02:16.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Nacho Dog</title><summary type='text'>The other day I overheard my daughter yelling at our dog,"Nacho dog!  Nacho dog!"I asked her why she was calling him Nacho Dog, picturing the dog on a bed of chips with guac and salsa.  Her reply,"You always say Bindi is Nacho, that he's a Nacho little dog!""That's Macho sweetie, he's a Macho little dog.""Oh, what's Macho?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/514779374226574744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=514779374226574744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/514779374226574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/514779374226574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/01/nacho-dog.html' title='Nacho Dog'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-3580554470235918526</id><published>2007-03-20T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:12:03.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we're in the 'South'</title><summary type='text'>And we thought we were in the South.Ney gentle reader, we were but in the Southern South. We had not yet experienced the languid and lugubrious south of the Carolinas yet. This is the South of small children who do no say "pig", but "swwwwiiiiiiiiinnne". This is miles upon miles of mobile homes along the highways, seemingly placed just so in case someone should want to expand the highway; the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3580554470235918526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=3580554470235918526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/3580554470235918526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/3580554470235918526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/03/pre-halloween-fun-just-begun.html' title='Now we&apos;re in the &apos;South&apos;'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-9170950143146850447</id><published>2007-02-14T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:34:11.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Well that's Weird...</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that most Southerners don't say 'weird'?  Nor do they say 'you guys'.  Also, and don't ask why I noticed this one, they don't say 'boogers'.The exception to all of this is Florida, which is really an exception to everything anyway.In the South  they* say:   "Well that's mighty strange..."          and   "All ya'all come over here ya hear?"          and   "Wipe off that snot, would ya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9170950143146850447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=9170950143146850447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/9170950143146850447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/9170950143146850447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-thats-weird.html' title='Well that&apos;s Weird...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-5919213946279483752</id><published>2007-02-05T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:50:10.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Book of Magic</title><summary type='text'>Angels are singing, birds are chirping and I am so excited I could spit. At least, I think that's what we here in the South do.Why this explosion of ecstasy usually reserved for a new ice-cream? Because I am now the proud owner of a new passport. Yep. Me. I am official and I have a little book with my picture in it to prove it. And even almost as good, it took less than a week to get. I did pay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5919213946279483752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=5919213946279483752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5919213946279483752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/5919213946279483752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-book-of-magic.html' title='Little Book of Magic'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-4147880965954170231</id><published>2007-01-06T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:33:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2006</title><summary type='text'>Now that the holiday season has taken a hiatus, until the Groundhog Day sales begin again and the newspaper takes on that large and bloated look due to ad indigestion, I think it’s time to look back at the end of 2006 in our family and post a few pictures that I didn’t have a chance to post earlier.  Here in the South the ‘Holidays’ are huge.  It’s the time when everything is happening at once.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4147880965954170231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=4147880965954170231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/4147880965954170231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/4147880965954170231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-2006.html' title='End of 2006'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/RaBhyYi9M5I/AAAAAAAAABo/fk3o8YmUWZE/s72-c/Ceiliconcertpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-1959653418763498784</id><published>2006-12-29T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:45:42.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seemed Like a Good Idea...</title><summary type='text'>I’m not sure what possessed me to try this, it just looked…interesting, or like something someone needed to test.  Anyway, there they were, little bits of false eyelashes that were supposed to be glued individually to the eye area to make a realistic set of lashes. Mind you, I have never, in my life, worn false eyelashes, but hey, we’re in the South, home of some of the biggest false eyelashes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1959653418763498784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=1959653418763498784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/1959653418763498784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/1959653418763498784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-seemed-like-good-idea.html' title='It Seemed Like a Good Idea...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/RZXCq4xpJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0E4_dItGeM/s72-c/Pamstash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-6507177607428733944</id><published>2006-12-07T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:30:24.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying out a New Format for a New Season</title><summary type='text'> I thought I'd try out a new format for a little while, unfortunately I lost all my links so I'll have to rebuild those.  Remember, 'Patience is being able to wait peacefully' or at least that's what I tell my kids.i{content: normal !important}i{content: normal !important}i{content: normal !important}</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-2288070041232653567</id><published>2006-12-07T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:23:54.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter, Winter, Winter</title><summary type='text'>Though we may be chastised, though we may be shunned we must be bold and true to our beliefs and shout from the rooftops..."We love Winter!"I had given up hope early in the season of seeing any hope of a cold winter with, well, actual cold.  And yet as I stand looking at the blowing leaves, with brown crispness and nary a sign of humidity or sweat, it is Winter I see.  I had wondered what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2288070041232653567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=2288070041232653567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/2288070041232653567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/2288070041232653567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-winter-winter.html' title='Winter, Winter, Winter'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b52AQsLthm8/RXhn3qwJcOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-S_dVk-euZc/s72-c/DSCN1292_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-116416624529067455</id><published>2006-11-21T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:50:57.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the Places...</title><summary type='text'>One might think that one must go to a major city, or even a minor city to get some really unusual cultural experience, however, one might occasionally be wrong about that thanks to serendipity and a really persistent Cultural Art Center director, thanks to whom I was able to enjoy a weekend of Chinese calligraphy taught by an esteemed professor from Nanjing who is also one of the most highly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/116416624529067455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=116416624529067455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116416624529067455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116416624529067455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-all-places.html' title='Of all the Places...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-116243931832270132</id><published>2006-11-01T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:56:18.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun Has Just Begun</title><summary type='text'>To celebrate Halloween, which seems to be a much bigger holiday than many of the major holidays throughout the US, we make our yearly trip to store X to buy some face makeup.  This replaces last year’s, which has been used regularly because everyday is Halloween in our house.  So today, after carefully applying the morning’s make-up, the girls came home from school and asked if they can apply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/116243931832270132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=116243931832270132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116243931832270132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116243931832270132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-has-just-begun.html' title='The Fun Has Just Begun'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-116243923945127172</id><published>2006-11-01T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:46:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Southern Style</title><summary type='text'>Halloween Southern Style It was a warm and comfortable night.  The breeze was blowing gently, moms with strollers strolled their small charges up and down the streets chatting socially.  Crowds of parents with crowds of children greeted each other congenially.  Children dressed in costumes with short sleeves and/or tights roamed with flying bags filled to the top with popcorn balls and candy.  A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/116243923945127172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=116243923945127172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116243923945127172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116243923945127172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-southern-style.html' title='Halloween Southern Style'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-116113738661575741</id><published>2006-10-17T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:31:53.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning something new</title><summary type='text'>One can count on having experiences that widen your horizons and expand your knowledge when you travel or move to a new place. Thus this must be true of moving to Tennessee, although there are some who would disagree.  We, however, can prove otherwise.  For instance, I have learned definitively that ANYONE can be on the Board of Education here, whether he or she is qualified or not.  For once it’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/116113738661575741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=116113738661575741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116113738661575741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/116113738661575741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/10/learning-something-new.html' title='Learning something new'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115854365640711392</id><published>2006-09-17T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:16:31.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A concert Southern Style</title><summary type='text'>Where have I been all these years?  Obviously kept in a small dark box, because I have never heard of John Prine.  In case YOU haven’t either, he is a musician who did a lot of work about 20 years ago, had a run-in with Cancer, survived and is now singing again.  Oddly, I had heard quite a few of his songs over time, without knowing the singer.  He has recently been very popular for the song “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115854365640711392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115854365640711392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115854365640711392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115854365640711392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/09/concert-southern-style.html' title='A concert Southern Style'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115420484212865562</id><published>2006-07-29T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:58:04.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendliest Place on Earth</title><summary type='text'>My poor solitary nature is in tatters.We’ve had to be SOCIAL!  Aaaack.  A very lovely neighbor across the street has made it her mission to introduce us to everyone in the area.  This isn’t hard since everyone is so friendly.  However, meeting everyone at once at a golf and country club is Waaayyyy more than a solitary, shy, meditative person like me can handle.  As far as I can remember from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115420484212865562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115420484212865562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115420484212865562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115420484212865562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendliest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Friendliest Place on Earth'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115265316196161701</id><published>2006-07-11T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:09:35.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling In</title><summary type='text'>July 11, 2006, Trying to Settle in to the new homestead.We are still waiting on Robb’s car and a wagonload of our belongings that did not leave Madison when we did.  In fact, they haven’t left Madison at all.  The car should be loaded today, and will make its way here via Oregon.  Everyone close your eyes and imagine this route, Madison, Oregon, Chattanooga.  Somebody is enjoying a little too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115265316196161701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115265316196161701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115265316196161701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115265316196161701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/07/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115232806484167898</id><published>2006-07-07T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:07:44.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Days Later</title><summary type='text'>Sometime later….We lost contact with the web sometime after Illinois.  We are alive and well and living on Signal Mountain in our new home.  All the animals and children arrived just fine.  Robb and I are now bald but otherwise well. We are sharing our home with boxes and flies and repairmen of all shapes and sizes coming in and out on a regular basis.  Not only do we have the normal new house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115232806484167898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115232806484167898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115232806484167898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115232806484167898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/07/several-days-later.html' title='Several Days Later'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115188084841666272</id><published>2006-07-02T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:54:08.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><summary type='text'>Day 5We finally left town, first to meet kin just south and then onto the main trails south.  We tried to fill up on protein at breakfast, which would last us for a long while.  We now have all of the animals loaded on the wagon, that’s two birds, one guinea pig and one dog.  We are sure the dog will make it, however the guinea and the birds ore suspect.  The guinea has gone into prey mode and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115188084841666272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115188084841666272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115188084841666272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115188084841666272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115169787776443812</id><published>2006-06-30T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:07:01.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><summary type='text'>The last of our belongings have been loaded onto the wagon train.  Except for the 6 full boxes sitting in our lodge waiting to be sorted by this eve, the 2 other boxes waiting at the old homestead, the 4 suitcases, 3 laundry baskets and several bags also awaiting examination and shipment on the Pony Express.  This does, therefore, call for extreme action on my part, mainly by sitting down to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115169787776443812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115169787776443812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115169787776443812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115169787776443812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115162395902593697</id><published>2006-06-29T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:32:39.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Day 3Continuing from yesterday, when all seemed well at the end of the day, surprise!, I developed a migraine and mysterious leg cramps, severe enough to end me up in the town ER.  I had been carrying heavy objects and running up and down 2 flights of steps about a thousand times and training the dog.  They surveyed the damage and declared dehydration and muscle strain, pumped me full of saline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115162395902593697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115162395902593697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115162395902593697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115162395902593697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115152160836562524</id><published>2006-06-28T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:06:48.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><summary type='text'>We were up and going with the birds today, readying safe zones in the house and getting everyone’s teeth brushed.  A small setback, the packers ended up being a packer, fairly small even for a big job.  We’ve given her extra provisions to keep her going.  There was some confusion as to just how much we have to load onto the main wagon.  As it is, she has sent a messenger to try and get more help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115152160836562524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115152160836562524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115152160836562524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115152160836562524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115146446253767541</id><published>2006-06-27T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:48:35.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey south, a record, day 1</title><summary type='text'>The first day is really a pre-day.  The company’s leaders’ spirits are low; there is so much to do and so few of us to do it.  Our supplies are being set aside, but the wagon can only hold so much.  The newest member of the company, Bindi the dog, must have sensed our desperation and learned quickly where to urinate, so that we would not have him along as a food source.  The guinea pig and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115146446253767541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115146446253767541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115146446253767541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115146446253767541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-south-record-day-1.html' title='The journey south, a record, day 1'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-115116093471544460</id><published>2006-06-24T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:42:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Hospitality</title><summary type='text'>While visiting Signal Mountain, the sight of our new home, I stayed in a B&amp;B for the first time in years.  The owners, Susan and Earl, were wonderful and the epidomey of what I consider Southern.  Susan had lived in that same house for 30 years.  It is decorated in early "Stuff" style, a collection of, well, everything.  Panels of artwork next to tapestry, antique furniture and a beautiful yard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/115116093471544460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=115116093471544460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115116093471544460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/115116093471544460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/southern-hospitality.html' title='Southern Hospitality'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114960185311730236</id><published>2006-06-06T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:14:31.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couch that ate Chattanooga</title><summary type='text'>Psychologists say that couples who stay together for a long time tend to take on one another’s tastes, therefore becoming more like each other, like people and their pets.  This can put a damper on the said relationship, since our differences are what attract us to each other (at one level).  Not a problem in between Robb and I.  Viva la difference!…..but for buying furniture.There is joy in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114960185311730236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114960185311730236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114960185311730236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114960185311730236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/06/couch-that-ate-chattanooga.html' title='The Couch that ate Chattanooga'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114909160371139381</id><published>2006-05-31T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:06:43.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A really good sweet tea recipe from this web site http://www.betterbudgeting.com/frugalrecipes/sweettea.htm Frugal Recipes  Michelle's Meals on a Budget(featured column) Southern Sweet TeaCopyright © 2004 by  Michelle Jones, editor of BetterBudgeting.com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114909160371139381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114909160371139381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114909160371139381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114909160371139381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/really-good-sweet-tea-recipe-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114840120213893190</id><published>2006-05-23T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:48:15.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Tea, Super Dr. Pepper and Patti Rhea</title><summary type='text'>Yep boys and girls, that’s our lesson today.  We lived in Seattle, Washington for 15 years.  Contrary to what the natives there tell you, yes, it does rain a lot and it is cloudy a lot more.  This is the birthplace of Starbucks coffee and for good reason; it’s the only way to stay awake on days in the middle of winter, when the sun doesn’t actually rise due to the clouds.  Not only are we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114840120213893190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114840120213893190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114840120213893190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114840120213893190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-tea-super-dr-pepper-and-patti.html' title='Sweet Tea, Super Dr. Pepper and Patti Rhea'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114770645863192442</id><published>2006-05-15T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:40:09.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Listen to Our Story...</title><summary type='text'>Happy Post-Mother’s Day Everyone.  I must say that due to the Benevolent Blogging this Sunday, it was one of the most interesting Mother’s Day ever.  $27.00 for The Orphans Foundation of America was raised with many kind and fun responses.  It was fun to know that we were all desperately trying to leave comments on everyone’s sites before the days end.  Oddly, no one left a comment on the Husband</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114770645863192442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114770645863192442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114770645863192442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114770645863192442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-listen-to-our-story.html' title='Now Listen to Our Story...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114757752131205096</id><published>2006-05-13T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:16:14.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Mothers’ Day to all you Moms out there.  I got to celebrate early with a lovely dinner sans children, a walk downtown and a movie.  All this thanks to a friend who volunteered to have our kids sleep over.  I know that doesn’t seem fair, since it IS Mothers’ day, however if you had kids who talk, sing, dance, run, jump and cling as much as mine, you’d understand.Today I’m going to sneak a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114757752131205096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114757752131205096&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114757752131205096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114757752131205096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114745262773179132</id><published>2006-05-12T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:03:37.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benevolent Bloggers</title><summary type='text'>   We need Mothers without borders!                           So, this Mother's Day, along with a growing host of other bloggers, my family will join in for a Benevolent Blogging event to raise money for a selected charity.  For us it's the"Orphan Foundation of America"Benevolent Blogging, the idea of Katie of Scentzilla and Seldom Nice Nowadays, really does show a wonderful side of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114745262773179132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114745262773179132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114745262773179132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114745262773179132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/benevolent-bloggers.html' title='Benevolent Bloggers'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114710046695668721</id><published>2006-05-08T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:31:16.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband out for Stud</title><summary type='text'>Now that we are moving to Tennessee, my husband had decided he needs a horse at some point.  Not just any horse, a Tennessee Walking horse, because he loves a folk song about a Tennessee walking horse.  He gets a lot of ideas like this. So of course, we neeeeded to go to the Wisconsin Horse Show so he could check out the horses.  (Background:  He knows absolutely nothing about horses and has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114710046695668721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114710046695668721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114710046695668721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114710046695668721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/husband-out-for-stud.html' title='Husband out for Stud'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114685054475647344</id><published>2006-05-05T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:13:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing for the South</title><summary type='text'>Summer approaches and I am sadly storing away my lovely long down coat and I realize suddenly that I will not need to wear this LLDC anymore, for in Chattanooga, the temperature will not drop to minus 20 F very often.  (i.e. the next ice age).  The coat is ankle length, very durable, has a hood with a soft layer of fox fur around the edges and has the nicest down filling one could ask for.  Will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114685054475647344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114685054475647344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114685054475647344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114685054475647344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/clothing-for-south.html' title='Clothing for the South'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114670930668820009</id><published>2006-05-03T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:24:48.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Fashion</title><summary type='text'>  It was amazing, like nothing we’d ever seen.  You didn’t want to stare but you had to.  You couldn’t hear a word she was saying.  It was like Steve Martin’s nose in Roxanne.  You just had to look.  It was “An indescribable wonder” (Kevin Henke).  The children stared in awe.  It was truly, BIG HAIR.We were in an expensive store in the men's fine clothing, looking for suitable replacements for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114670930668820009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114670930668820009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114670930668820009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114670930668820009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/southern-fashion.html' title='Southern Fashion'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114667559402905243</id><published>2006-05-03T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:59:54.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You say 'Sale' I say 'Sell'</title><summary type='text'>Ooops!  My first accent problem happened today.  The mortgage specialist working on our house asked if we had a certain contract on our present home.  I answered, only a contract to “SELL” with our realtor.  (This is a prime piece of knowledge so that everyone knows your serious..)  Our Broker heard contract to “Sale”.  Big difference, so all our approvals had to be redone.  It took us a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114667559402905243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114667559402905243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114667559402905243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114667559402905243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-say-sale-i-say-sell.html' title='You say &apos;Sale&apos; I say &apos;Sell&apos;'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114659330327145732</id><published>2006-05-02T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:13:43.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><summary type='text'>Why am I writing this redux.  When I found out we were moving to the Buckle of the Bible Belt I frantically went on-line to find anything I could on living in the South that might give a hint on our situation.  Now, if you’ve ever tried, there is nothing on ‘Living in the North’ that anyone has wrote for Southerners moving to New York City.  There should be.  I can’t even imagine the culture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114659330327145732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114659330327145732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114659330327145732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114659330327145732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114659105990035136</id><published>2006-05-02T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:24:07.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad (good) Bad Southern Food</title><summary type='text'>Southern states have one BIG problem that I can see right off the bat. It's a BIIG problem and It isn't getting fixed quick. Unfortunately its biggest problem is also one of its biggest strengths, which is the food.There are more fast food spots than I have ever seen anywhere and these are not like ones in Boulder or Seattle, like "Schwarma Vegi King" or something. These are "We are trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114659105990035136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114659105990035136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114659105990035136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114659105990035136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-good-bad-southern-food.html' title='Bad (good) Bad Southern Food'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114625929818860832</id><published>2006-04-28T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:17:39.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to order Breakfast in the South</title><summary type='text'>Now why would I want to blog about this?  Because I was ignorant, yes, ignorant about this simple thing when I went into a Shake 'n' Steak (which are everywhere in the South along with tons of other extremely unhealthy but tasty venues, more about that later).Elsewhere in the US, one usually sits down in a booth, picks up a menu, and a harried wait person comes over, demands your order, (heaven </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114625929818860832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114625929818860832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114625929818860832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114625929818860832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-order-breakfast-in-south.html' title='How to order Breakfast in the South'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114617107062528523</id><published>2006-04-27T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:23:18.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I've read in preparation for Southern Life</title><summary type='text'>I've heard lots of rumors about Southern Women, and the South as a whole.  So, to add more fuel to the not-so-vast information I have about the Southern US, I decided to start reading alllll about it.  This is my reading list so far.  If anyone has suggestions, please comment.The Civil War by Goffery C. WardThe Southern Woman:  New and Selected FictionRecipes from the Old South by Martha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114617107062528523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114617107062528523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114617107062528523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114617107062528523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/04/books-ive-read-in-preparation-for.html' title='Books I&apos;ve read in preparation for Southern Life'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114616128751530475</id><published>2006-04-27T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:24:08.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on up...</title><summary type='text'>too-ooo the top.... of a hill in Chattanooga...We have put on offer on a house. The house is large. To us, having lived in as small as 800 sq. ft., the house is very large. Compared to all the places we have lived, Chattanooga is very inexpensive. So we can afford a bigger house. Why do we need this big house? Because we have lots and lots and lots of stuff to go with our family hobbies. We need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114616128751530475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114616128751530475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114616128751530475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114616128751530475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/04/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on up...'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27134097.post-114615701383338969</id><published>2006-04-27T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:47:40.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning</title><summary type='text'>Here we are, off to what amounts to another planet for our family.  So I thought I'd start a new blog with an explanation from the one that came before:         ......Continued from "the Adventures of Medical Spouse".....Long, long ago, in a time far far away when Robb was applying for med-school, we said;"We are never moving south of the Mason-Dixon line."Long ago, when applying for residency we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/feeds/114615701383338969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27134097&amp;postID=114615701383338969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114615701383338969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27134097/posts/default/114615701383338969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernyanks.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning'/><author><name>Emotenote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00449766864127433196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1314375828_90db4cd420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
