<?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-7677693463956434736</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:29:06.716-04:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Wooden Spoons Are Bad</title><subtitle type='html'>Obviously, wooden spoons are just not a good invention. You know, the ones that you get when you open a cup of ice cream? That horrible grinding feeling when you scrape the spoon against your tongue...Well, we don't like it, and we're writing about what we like, and what we don't like as well!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-3493098411552232859</id><published>2008-04-26T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:33:20.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring notes</title><content type='html'>Looking outside my window today...I see green buds on the tree. I also see the tree being blown about by the wind that announces the coming of a storm. There is a faint musty smell outside...not uncommon in this time of year. Stuff has been suppressed by the snow and frozen ground for a season, and now it is time to wake. I look to my right and my wife is lying asleep...no expression on her face, which means she's not dreaming now...She smiles, frowns, moves her hands sometimes, that's when she's dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back home, from a long week at work. This Saturday morning routine is what I have been needing for some time. I'll just cozy up to the idea, and enjoy some peace and quiet. Good morning to all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-3493098411552232859?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3493098411552232859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=3493098411552232859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3493098411552232859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3493098411552232859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-notes.html' title='Spring notes'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-5669331851786788014</id><published>2008-04-20T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:27:18.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time that Land Forgot</title><content type='html'>We were out to dinner last night after enjoying some local comedy from an improv troupe in the area. There was a guy out with us who made a reference to this location down in South Carolina. Now, I think he was trying to say the Land that Time Forgot, but every time he said it, it came out as the Time that Land Forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that got me thinking...how could Time forget Land, and what would that look/feel like. Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a historical period of time, just floating around: say you're driving your car around, and noticed all of a sudden that you're in the Middle Ages. No time travel, but its just the middle ages right where your car is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. an undiscovered historical period: what about this...I'm out on errands, trying to get home. After I turn off the freeway, I suddenly run into Napoleon's army. They were tromping around in Ohio, planning an invasion but didn't know that it was 2008. Careful to not upset the space/time continuum, I decided to keep my references to a bare minimum, and addressed myself to the commanding officer only. Since he only knew french, and I only know a few words of french, we simply stared across the table at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of ideas at the moment, so I'll revisit this post at another time...have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-5669331851786788014?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5669331851786788014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=5669331851786788014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5669331851786788014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5669331851786788014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-that-land-forgot.html' title='The Time that Land Forgot'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-3480410020753117868</id><published>2008-04-15T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:15:09.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still here!</title><content type='html'>Sorry all but I only have access to the internet two times a week when I am tutoring. Needless to say-I can't post much. Something that Jeff and I were wondering was how you all felt about last weeks "The Office" episode. After all that wait-that's what we get-the most depressing episode. Funny, but I have never felt worse for Michael. Sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big question for the moment: What is worse? Having never gotten married and never dealing with heartache or loving someone with the risk of or actually experiencing heartache? I would like to hear your thoughts. I am wrestling that now.  Oddly enough-I have been wondering about that more since that sad Office episode. How much do you put up with for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's good I don't post much if this what I come up with! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-3480410020753117868?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3480410020753117868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=3480410020753117868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3480410020753117868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3480410020753117868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am still here!'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04991162446629688089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-482569469480780783</id><published>2008-04-12T07:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:39:03.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>I was mulling around trying to think of my next wooden spoon recipient (upcoming) but in the meantime, I had this thought enter my head and take up residence right next to my right eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose celebrity voice would you like to have come out of your mouth when you opened it to talk? Think about it, then leave me a comment. Remember, it would have to be anytime you spoke...and once you've picked your celebrity, you have to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would like Andy Griffith's voice come out of my head when I talked. Now tell me yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-482569469480780783?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/482569469480780783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=482569469480780783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/482569469480780783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/482569469480780783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-hear-me.html' title='Can you hear me?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-3670616888097896230</id><published>2008-04-01T07:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:20:59.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Other proposed alternatives for my 6 word memoir</title><content type='html'>1) I didn't know that had milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There's alotta money in barge driving!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...we'll see if anything else comes to mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-3670616888097896230?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3670616888097896230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=3670616888097896230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3670616888097896230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3670616888097896230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-proposed-alternatives-for-my-6.html' title='Other proposed alternatives for my 6 word memoir'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-8810037401288871481</id><published>2008-03-30T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:19:35.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My memoirs in 6 words...</title><content type='html'>Wow...I just got tagged to do my memoirs in  words by the ever affable and challenging &lt;a href="http://cultureofbeer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doc&lt;/a&gt; so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Shirts;  well fed;  sheltered rebel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now, I have to tag 5 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://akronkrstolic.wordpress.com/"&gt;alloneword&lt;/a&gt; , and &lt;a href="http://gitgan.com/blog/"&gt;Green Like Gitgan&lt;/a&gt; will start them off...I'll think of others later on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-8810037401288871481?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8810037401288871481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=8810037401288871481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8810037401288871481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8810037401288871481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-memoirs-in-6-words.html' title='My memoirs in 6 words...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-5936521391524903252</id><published>2008-03-29T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:14:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5k today</title><content type='html'>My wife and I ran a 5k today in Akron, for the Canal Park Home Run Trot. It was a race to raise money and awareness for Juvenile Diabetes research. We both finished, and my wife improved on her last time. She ran in 36 minutes!!! This was my first 5k, and I finished in 40 minutes!!! Just wanted to share the news!! Talk to you later on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-5936521391524903252?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5936521391524903252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=5936521391524903252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5936521391524903252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5936521391524903252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/03/5k-today.html' title='5k today'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-3980430236537278161</id><published>2008-03-25T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:30:05.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Took a little trip</title><content type='html'>To Chicago last week...man what a town. I'll be posting some pics soon enough, but I just wanted to get a few thoughts out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think Chicago is going to beat Cleveland in the "&lt;a href="http://www.gcbl.org/"&gt;Green City on a Blue Lake&lt;/a&gt;" proposal...there are close to 350 public and private buildings with rooftop gardens on them!!! That is so cool. And Lake Michigan is really clean out by Chicago...good stuff folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The music scene...it was great being in a town where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; band was wrapping up their final set @ 1 am...that's right, there was a second band starting at 1 and playing until 4am!! The club we went to was the &lt;a href="http://www.greenmilljazz.com/"&gt;Green Mill&lt;/a&gt;, which has enough history to warrant any number of spin offs. We saw a great band, and had a good time sitting in a bar that Al Capone used to frequent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We ate enough food to qualify for a fortnight's stay at the Jenny Craig resort camp! Wow, it was like a paradise of food, from a little hot dog stand (over on Ohio St, east of Michigan Ave) to a world class restaurant (Frontera Kitchens owned by Rick Bayless of pbs and food network fame). It was an incredible time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a great time, and I'll write more later on, when I've got some pictures to hang up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-3980430236537278161?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/3980430236537278161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=3980430236537278161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3980430236537278161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/3980430236537278161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/03/took-little-trip.html' title='Took a little trip'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-6635115959529848019</id><published>2008-03-16T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:24:33.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 10-14...or was it?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking this week that it has been a while since I updated the blog...why? Here are some potential reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there were no &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/amvo/new_york_governor_resigns"&gt;newsworthy events&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. no wooden spoons to hand out&lt;br /&gt;3. we were busy reading other people's blogs (hoping to steal ideas!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. the author(s) had forgotten the password to the site&lt;br /&gt;5. there were no other good travel stories to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can come up with an reason...talk to y'all tomorrow...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-6635115959529848019?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6635115959529848019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=6635115959529848019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6635115959529848019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6635115959529848019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-of-march-10-14or-was-it.html' title='Week of March 10-14...or was it?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-1775996532429366944</id><published>2008-03-04T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:39:23.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirksville Part 2: Getting home is the only objective.</title><content type='html'>In my previous post, I described my initial journey to Kirksville. Since I must have done a good job, the responsibility for the second trip out there was in my hands. This was to be probably the worst work experience I have had...but the trip provided pleny of drama to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I was taking a new trainer out there with me on his first trip. This new guy was nice, but was also a "toxic" coworker. The second strike against the odds for this trip was that the training was being broken up at various times to accomodate a Memorial Service, photo shoot, and informational session for the "trainees". You see, I think I mentioned that during the previous year, a plane full of the "trainees" crashed in a bad storm. The university decided that there should be a memorial service for all of the "trainees" to  attend, right during the middle of our training sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third strike against the trip was weather, which hit on the third day of the trip. Remember that &lt;a href="http://www.4x4review.com/vehicles/dodge/2004-Dodge-Ram-1500-Hemi.asp"&gt;truck&lt;/a&gt; from the previous trip? Well, that was what I got on this trip as well! So at least that was pleasant. The real adventure started on the morning of our return trip. "It's raining" I think with a touch of obvious sarcasm, "but I've flown in worse than this". What I didn't know was that &lt;a href="http://www.kirksvillecity.com/Kirksvilleregionalairport/index.htm"&gt;Kirksville Airport&lt;/a&gt; was not equipped with radar used by the planes for flying, specifically taking off and landing, during a rain storm. Well, the plane in from St. Louis couldn't land at the airport, because of the rain, so the airport &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sent the plane back to St. Louis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This had a rather negative impact on the trip...namely the airport scrambled to find ways to divert the tens of tens that needed to fly that day. The security agent/baggage handler/ticket agent/farmer's market attender/slightly mannish yet matronly person working the desk that day gave me our options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive to Springfield and catch a flight to St. Louis&lt;/span&gt;...well, there was no practical way of doing this, as the rental was only good for local driving...not to a destination quite possibly&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive to St. Louis to catch a flight home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. drive to Quincy Illinois to catch a flight to St. Louis then back home&lt;br /&gt;4. wait around in Kirksville until the next available flight can land (possibly the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see" I started explaining, "we can't drive anywhere, since the rental was only for use in Kirksville. We'd get a fine for doing anything else, so I guess we're stuck here." We weren't alone in this, as other passengers were also stranded. The wife of one of the passengers was still there at the airport, having dropped off her husband. He announces to everyone there that he's "going to risk it and drive to Quincy to fly to St. Louis. If we want to go with him, we're more than welcome..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow travellers and I looked around, and then 4 of us decided to jump in this guys van, and drive to Quincy. It was about 2 hrs away with no traffic or anything, and we were all jammed up in this guys van. With the exception of the other trainer and I, none of us knew each other, so conversations started off with "So, what were you in Kirksvile for?" This is where the story starts to sound very strange. You see, here are the other travellers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Driver, or the guy with the van, is a surgeon based in Kirksville who was on his way to some convention...yeah, a surgeon. I was just waiting for him to pull the van off the road and attempt to chop us all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Passenger #1: a pig farmer from the local area...he just went on and on about his pigs and their local sourced, organic pork!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Passenger #2: an IT guy working with Time Warner Cable who had been stranded there for 2 days without luggage...he had resorted to buying stuff at Wal-Mart just so he could wear something clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The other trainer...sitting in his seat with a placid, almost vapid look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Me...oh I just wanted to get home at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we trek across Missouri over the hill country and finally end up at the Mississippi River which we have to cross in order to get to Quincy...we're cutting it close now, but we make it to the airport, and catch our flight home. It was all around one of the weirdest trips I've had. Next up...a new wooden spoon is handed out, and the unveiling of the scoreboard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-1775996532429366944?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1775996532429366944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=1775996532429366944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/1775996532429366944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/1775996532429366944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/03/kirksville-part-2-getting-home-is-only.html' title='Kirksville Part 2: Getting home is the only objective.'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-7905159719208110826</id><published>2008-02-25T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:57:00.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirksville, the whole sordid tale</title><content type='html'>All right. My &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621715431584059448"&gt;coworker&lt;/a&gt; told me that I should tell the entire story. It's messy, and will last a long time, so buckle down. All ye who feel up to it will at least get a good story. Or a story at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was actually two trips. My first trip was in August '06. I had never heard of this place, and had actually never been to Missouri before. So, I got on the plane in Cleveland and flew to St. Louis. We were in a small little plane on the way to St. Louis, so I wasn't prepared for what came next. I sat in the airport for 3 hours, waiting for my flight to Kirksville. I hadn't been given a choice between flying to Kirksville (the long wait for a 45 minute flight) or driving to Kirksville (a 4 hour drive) but I don't think I would have chosen the flight if I had known what actually had happened in the past. You see, the previous year, a group of hospital administrators had been on the same flight, and their plane crashed. Many of the people on that flight did now walk away from it. This was a tragic event, and easily repeatable because of the flight itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got on my flight, but it ende up being a little &lt;a href="http://www.aa.com/aa/i18nForward.do?p=/aboutUs/ourPlanes/sAAB340B.jsp"&gt;prop job&lt;/a&gt; where the pilots actually also loaded up the luggage on the plane. I was already a little scared at this point. We get on the plane, and there is a curtain separating the passenger area from the cockpit. A curtain...really. This was ridiculous, but we weren't done. The plane took off, but we weren't able to climb very high since it was a two propeller craft. As we got close, we were told that the approach might be a little bumpy...like the last 40 minutes when we were getting knocked around in a washing machine weren't bumpy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off of the plane, to be greeted by the baggage handler/co-pilot/ticket counter/security guard. The entire airport was about the size of my car...the Buick 'Nation. I was also supposed to pick up my rental car there, or so I thougth. Turns out the Enterprise place was 7 miles up the road in town. One of the passengers on the plane offered to drive me into town, so I took them up on the offer. She worked at the university where I'd be teaching the next day, so that was convenient. She was nice and just a pleasant person to talk to so we enjoyed the quick little  drive into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, she dropped me off at the Enterprise center. As we were driving up, I saw that there were only a few cars on the lot. One was a little Impala and the other was a big black mazda minivan. I was hoping against everything that I wouldn't get the van...but that's what I got. My hotel was literally about 100 ft from the Enterprise rental agency, so that was not an issue that day. I went to the hotel, checked in, and went to my room. I had an appointment to meet a few of the clients for dinner that night. So, the client picked me up at the hotel and we went to dinner. I answered a barrage of questions from the Associate Dean (you know, I thought they were already a client, but it felt like I was getting interviewed that night). After answering all of the questions, I was left on my own the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to the school to begin the training. The first day was painless, but I noticed that my tire was a little low that night when I was getting ready for dinner. I made the mistake of going over to the Enterprise place to let them know about the car. The guy working there said that the mechanic had already left, and that he couldn't go out and diagnose the problem. I told him that the tire was flat, and needed a new tire or help. He said, "Hold on a minute...I'll be right back." He proceeded to walk to the back of the office, and came back out with a roll of quarters. This roll was handed to me with this caption "Drive down the street and use these quarters to fill up the tire with air." You're kidding right? No? Ok then. So I drove the van on a flat tire down to the gas station, filled the tire up, and went to dinner. I then went straight back to the hotel for the night. The next morning, I went back out to the van, and the tire was flat again.  Not to be outdone, I drove it back over to the Enterprise place. This time, the mechanic drove up and gave me his diagnosis. "You've got a flat tire there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now, I'm not a mechanic, and I don't even play one on TV. (on a side note, I actually haven't played anything on TV yet) He proceeded to drive me to the school, and said that they would call me later in the day to let me know what was wrong with the car and if they could fix it. I waited around, and didn't hear back from them. So I called the place just to hear "Yep, we've got a problem with the tire so we're going to have to give you a new car for the night. We'll be down to pick you up in a few minutes." So, now I'm waiting for them to pick me up...10 minutes later, this gigantic white 4x4 Hemi powered Dodge Ram 1500 turbo pickup comes around the corner. His question for me was "Is this going to be big enough for you tonight?" I didn't give him an answer. He has me drive him back, and I get the truck for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what does a guy do who has a truck this size for the night? I went off-roading of course...lots of room to do that up in the  corner of Missouri. The following morning  I drove the (now dirty, real dirty) truck back to the Enterprise place, and they drove me up to the airport. I waited there for my plane, and finally got home. Tomorrow, look for part two of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-7905159719208110826?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7905159719208110826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=7905159719208110826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7905159719208110826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7905159719208110826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/kirksville-whole-sordid-tale.html' title='Kirksville, the whole sordid tale'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-60513139142485294</id><published>2008-02-17T10:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:32:29.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Travel this week...</title><content type='html'>All right. I'm going to Charlottesville Va this week, home of Thomas Jefferson and the University of Virginia. As I prepare for another trip, I thought I'd highlight some of the adventures I've had while travelling for work. For your reading pleasure, I submit these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Newark, Delaware: I am hit with lactose intolerance's evil side, with an extra helping of vengeance and loneliness. I was travelling with a friend of mine, and we said, "Hey, let's split an order of these delicious BBQ Chicken Nachos!". The restaurant was &lt;a href="http://www.bugaboocreek.com/menu.htm"&gt;Bugaboo Creek&lt;/a&gt;, and the nachos were good, but I paid for it...in more ways than one. There is nothing so lonely as being sick in a hotel room by yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Camden,+NJ,+USA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=map&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Camden, NJ&lt;/a&gt;: Which way is east? No, seriously, we couldn't find the right eastbound road to get on, and circled Philadelphia until we found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.portlandlobstercompany.com/"&gt;Portland, ME&lt;/a&gt;: Our flight was delayed leaving Cleveland to Boston, so they pulled us from it and sent us to Newark, where we had another 2 hr delay before eventually getting to Portland. At midnight, and we were training the next morning at 8...and didn't know where we were supposed to go for the training...Oh yeah...life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Kirksville,+MO,+United+States+of+America&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=map&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Kirksville, MO&lt;/a&gt;: I am never going back...hopefully. Try to imagine what groundhogs day felt like for Bill Murray, multiply it by 3, then add a lovely dash of midwestern humor (It appears you have a flat tire son), and you might start to understand what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kirksville, MO: Ok...they sent me back, and this time was worse than the previous trip. I was stranded there on the day we were supposed to come home because the plane in from St. Louis had to turn around. The reason: the pilots couldn't see the runway. So I got to ride in the back country of Missouri across the Mississippi river into Quincy IL to catch a plane back down the Mississippi to St. Louis, run through the airport a la Home Alone, and finally get back to Cleveland. Click &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Kirksville,+MO,+United+States+of+America&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=map&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll get you started...more this week from the road files!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-60513139142485294?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/60513139142485294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=60513139142485294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/60513139142485294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/60513139142485294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/travel-this-week.html' title='Travel this week...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-743636883878360055</id><published>2008-02-14T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:07:00.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers are great yet prone to nerdness</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been sick because I work with kids. What?! Shocking! Anyway, the Kindergarten conference was in Columbus this past weekend and yes-I went. Not only was I not feeling well but I felt out of my element. I do not have a desire to wear cross stitch or holiday themed shirts nor do I hoot and holler when I win a puppet either. Oh my! I am just a different breed of teacher perhaps. I travel across grades. The other teacher and I took bets on all kinds of things including how many times we saw a school wearing matching shirts. I love my job but I wish we were appreciated more. Perhaps financially?! It's almost like we have to do all these weird things to keep us going. Happy Valentine's day to all educators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-743636883878360055?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/743636883878360055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=743636883878360055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/743636883878360055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/743636883878360055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/teachers-are-great-yet-prone-to.html' title='Teachers are great yet prone to nerdness'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04991162446629688089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-6118729395611070600</id><published>2008-02-13T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:43:53.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do good things really come in threes?</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I don't have any personal responsibility for these things, except that I have watched my fair share of them over the years. So, on the heels of that information, I wish to extend an apology for the scores of awful and unneeded trilogies that have pervaded the market recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement leads to my question at the beginning? Do good things really come in threes? I can think of one obvious mistake that happened in threes...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three%27s_Company"&gt;Three's Company&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is simply this: A hit movie doesn't require a sequel, or even a third installment just because the same characters are in it. Another example of this type of excess: The Land Before Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, shouldn't these characters be extinct now, or at least shouldn't we see civilization by now...I think that we're up to Land Before Time 24. Hey, cool tie in: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiefer_Sutherland"&gt;Jack Bauer&lt;/a&gt; doesn't want the dinosaurs to become extinct, because that would be a national security risk...Sorry, rat hole there, and I couldn't avoid stepping in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Really!!! I am getting a little tired of sequels by now...Like the Matrix. I thought that the first one was great, and the next two were exciting in their visual elements, but I could have done without them. I don't know, maybe I'm just comparing everything to one of the all time great trilogies ever. Lord of The Rings...well now I've done it. I've revealed my inner geek, and he's standing there with his pimples, a miniature sword, and a dragon on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-6118729395611070600?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6118729395611070600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=6118729395611070600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6118729395611070600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6118729395611070600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-good-things-really-come-in-threes.html' title='Do good things really come in threes?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-7716027739750790940</id><published>2008-02-10T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:05:28.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!! or should I say Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how better to say this than these folks did &lt;a href="http://www.macworld.com/article/132037/2008/02/yahoo.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so I will let them take the story. Microsoft is getting the boot on their bid to buy Yahoo, so I'm safe for now. As this blog will reveal at various times in the 128 part series entitled "Why I'm a geek!", I love Apple and hold a special level of angst for Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are worried at this point, don't be concerned. There will not be any attempts on my part to convert you to apple, nor will I put any direct links to their website on my site (&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;elppa&lt;/a&gt; evol i)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am announcing another regular feature that will be coming from this site. Whenever there is news/a person/an ethnic group/an organization/etc./Roman empirical senators or current ones/anyone running for president that does something particularly noticeable, they will receive a wooden spoon and will be added to the race. At the end of the year there will be quorum and a vote contributed by anyone who wishes but ultimately arbited by us at Wooden Spoons for the winner of the Gnarly, which will be an old wooden spoon that I will attempt to send to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, Bill Gates is the first recipient of a Wooden Spoon. Good job, and happy hunting to everyone else! Don't worry, with it being a political year, you all have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-7716027739750790940?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7716027739750790940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=7716027739750790940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7716027739750790940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7716027739750790940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/woo-hoo-or-should-i-say-yahoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!!! or should I say Yahoo!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-2449444931704310735</id><published>2008-02-07T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:06:13.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We at Wooden Spoons Are Bad have been approached by a fellow blogger known as &lt;a href="http://prone2whimsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flannery Alden&lt;/a&gt; for the purposes of an interview. We haven't granted many interview requests in the past (Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;=Never) but this will be the first of many, including interviews that we will conduct regarding any topic that leads to complete world knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the interview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you start this blog?      What’s it all about anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your question. I started this blog in an effort to expose the cruelity and oppression associated with objects that only have one purpose. The world has too many unitasker tools and widgets, so we have decided to break the world of that habitual need for things that only accomplish one thing. Oh...I'm sorry, I think we were talking about the blog...Well, I don't like wooden spoons, especially becase of the way that they feel on my tongue. So I thought that I should tell the world about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is your favorite sandwich      and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My favorite sandwich, without question, is the original &lt;a href="http://www.in-n-out.com/menu.asp"&gt;double-double animal style&lt;/a&gt; from In-n-Out Burgers. There is a no better burger ever created in the entire world. Period. End of story. Finite`...oh, maybe I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Describe a defining moment in      the development of your sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over at my grandma and grandpa's house, and grandpa was watching "Blazing Saddles". That pretty much defined where I was going as a humorist. As they say, I am pleased to extend to you this Laurel and Hardy handshake to our new n-----.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a musician and an epicurean,      can you tell us what your favorite music tastes like and what your      favorite food sounds like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, that is a great question. Ok...my favorite music tastes slightly dusty, with hints of smoke, whisky, and a salt and pepper crust. My favorite food sounds like this: CRRUUUNNNCCCHHHH!Ker-plunk...and boink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were up for a Best New      Artist and Best Album Grammy, what would you wear to the awards show and      would you prepare a speech? If so, what would the highlights be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is a forgone conclusion, I will be happy to share my plans for this occasion. I have been secretly tasking a small town in the Andes to build me a tuxedo worthy of the event. It is all black, with miniscule tears woven into it by the villagers who have inspired the song. This song is entitled "Yo (I)" and features a band put together of some of the greatest musicians of all time, through blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tuxedo is accompanied by a top hat, tails, white tie, and a monacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My speech will hit the following highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1. the fall of the Roman Empire&lt;br /&gt;2. the rise of the Ottoman Empire&lt;br /&gt;3. the discovery of chocolate as a currency&lt;br /&gt;4. etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. thank you's to the various people who have been in the way, er I mean helped me on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your questions, I will now take comments.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-2449444931704310735?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2449444931704310735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=2449444931704310735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2449444931704310735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2449444931704310735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/interview-time.html' title='Interview Time'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-8599078372795436207</id><published>2008-02-05T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:03:21.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I am thinking about now at 6:00 pm.</title><content type='html'>So with all my "free" time I have had not blogging-oops-I have actually been able to watch TV!! I am actually quite busy.  I have discovered a new show from HBO called Flight of the Conchords. I would encourage you to check it out if you like Napoleon Dynamite like humor. Its about a two man band from New Zealand that comes to New York to make it. I don't know what it is about that country but it seems in many ways that they are behind. I have seen a "revival" in 80's sweatshirts and in the show there is a commercial for the telephone! What?! The world is moving so fast! Thanks Adam for the intro to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I have been wanting sushi all the time. I am a wimp though-not too much raw at this point. The texture is not my thing. I really love all kinds of food. I wonder how people can eat the same things and not get bored. I say if you are gonna eat all the calories-make it worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-8599078372795436207?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8599078372795436207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=8599078372795436207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8599078372795436207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8599078372795436207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-what-i-am-thinking-about-now-at.html' title='This is what I am thinking about now at 6:00 pm.'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04991162446629688089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-4377797369549036316</id><published>2008-02-04T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:57:55.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New and improved</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. The wooden spoons gang is ready for anything it appears. Now we're ready to start posting from home...so this will be promising for y'all. As lent is approaching, I also wanted to take a moment to let you know what I'm giving up this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef and pork...wow, I can feel my stomach thanking me already...to celebrate (er...prepare) I made a breakfast casserole tonight which included lots of sausage...we'll have to eat it all tonight and tomorrow so I don't break my lenten promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...30 % less fat, and medically proven to regrow hair, in accordance with the prophecy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-4377797369549036316?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4377797369549036316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=4377797369549036316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4377797369549036316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4377797369549036316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-and-improved.html' title='New and improved'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-5942865221339829842</id><published>2008-02-01T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:58:45.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...way too much caffeine</title><content type='html'>As I was drinking down my third cup of coffee in two hours, many thoughts came into my head; no seriously, there were literally a thousand thoughts running through my head. Here are some, in no particular order (as they weren't in any order at all in my head):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do I smell like coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what time is it in Abu Dhabi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"which club should I use with 176 yards to the pin and a north/northwest crosswind playing out of the rough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that Paul Simon is slightly crazy...did you hear Kodachrome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dodgeball should be a professional sport"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like what my coworker is doing with that flame graphic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when is it time to switch the shower curtain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope my new glasses come in sometime soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're getting internet at the house...holy blogging batman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be thinking about this game for the conference"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that you aren't too scared by that look into my head this morning...it's sort of like one of my favorite movies, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120601/"&gt;Being John Malkovich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...have a great Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-5942865221339829842?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5942865221339829842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=5942865221339829842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5942865221339829842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5942865221339829842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoaway-too-much-caffeine.html' title='Whoa...way too much caffeine'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-2460690441197830881</id><published>2008-01-29T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:18:39.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So...I'm not big on conspiracy theories, but I couldn't pass this one up. I was talking with one of my &lt;a href="http://prone2whimsy.blogspot.com"&gt;coworkers&lt;/a&gt;, and we developed this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the hospitals are tied in with the cell phone companies? By George! Just think…cell phone companies develop a product that “may cause cancer” sending lots of people running to call their doctors for a check-up and when they try to make an appointment, random lines are “down” and numbers are unavailable. So the customer has to call around and wait on hold, thus running up minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so here's your task...add to the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-2460690441197830881?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2460690441197830881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=2460690441197830881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2460690441197830881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2460690441197830881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/01/conspiracy-anyone.html' title='Conspiracy Anyone?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-8976452318610200583</id><published>2008-01-21T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:21:35.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>I'm not complaining about how cold it is, because that is so me two years ago. Instead, I'm going to tell you about what things you can do to have fun, even if you don't like to talk of warm things and cold things...you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so there's snow, which means you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;put food out in it to save space in your refrigerator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack some into your lunch box if you forget to make ice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pour some flavored syrup or creamer over it to make ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pretend it's cocaine and walk around expounding the "street value" of your yard (thanks to Better Off Dead)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can also take a look at the number of people who forget that it snows every winter here in Ohio...maybe not always on the same day, or even week, but that doesn't take away from the instantaneous fright/feeling of invincibility that some get when it snows for the first time in a week...Like they've never seen it, but they can laugh it off as well and still drive badly. See, it all goes back to my post about traffic referees!!! I think it's time to revisit this idea...more to come. That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-8976452318610200583?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8976452318610200583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=8976452318610200583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8976452318610200583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8976452318610200583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-4438736445905069419</id><published>2008-01-18T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:34:34.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about January?</title><content type='html'>Some folks like to say that "January is one of those months...", which sounds theoretically solid, but doesn't quite grab me intellectually. If you have any suggestions for filling in the blank, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we were talking about words that shouldn't (but were) combined together to create new, exciting words...Here's a list: (and in parantheses the real words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Infotainment (Information, entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;2. Eduneering (Education, Engineering)&lt;br /&gt;3. Knowledge Half Life (it's not a combination, but hideous all the same)&lt;br /&gt;4. helpspiffyful (a rare breed, this one contains three words: Helpful, Spiffy, Playful)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ginoment (ginormous compliment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, but if you have any to add, please comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-4438736445905069419?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4438736445905069419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=4438736445905069419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4438736445905069419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4438736445905069419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-it-about-january.html' title='What is it about January?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-8984862939316318491</id><published>2008-01-17T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:38:13.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast potatoes: A Quorum if you will</title><content type='html'>I'm taking an informal poll on breakfast potato preferences...Here are the choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. McDonald's hashbrown disc-like thingy&lt;br /&gt;2. Burger King's potato nugget whatsits&lt;br /&gt;3. your own:______________&lt;br /&gt;4. none of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal preference lies with the McDonald's hashbrown disc-like thingy. It is true road food in that you can eat it with one hand and still drive your car. Just don't try eating it right when you pick it up, as it can tend to be extremely hot...That is all for now, but please comment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-8984862939316318491?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8984862939316318491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=8984862939316318491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8984862939316318491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8984862939316318491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/01/breakfast-potatoes-quorum-if-you-will.html' title='Breakfast potatoes: A Quorum if you will'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-7550950727877080762</id><published>2008-01-16T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:25:58.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>Ok...I usually reserve this space for things I don't like. However, I totally have to gush Mac-y for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the new &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/wa/RSLID?nnmm=browse&amp;amp;mco=639BD6F7&amp;amp;node=home/shop_mac/family/macbook_air"&gt;MacBook Air&lt;/a&gt;? It's so totally awesome...I want one. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-7550950727877080762?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7550950727877080762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=7550950727877080762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7550950727877080762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7550950727877080762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-1326930278091630873</id><published>2007-12-29T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:13:15.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk in the trunk</title><content type='html'>What do you do when someone is tailing you while driving? I've made up a little survey, and need feedback on what you do in those situations. Take a second and give us a commment, let us know what you do when someone's ridin' your tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you brake check?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you make &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060028/quotes"&gt;evasive manuevers&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;3. Shine your brights?&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn on and off your lights?&lt;br /&gt;5. Moon?&lt;br /&gt;6. Flash 'em?&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk to them like they can hear you?&lt;br /&gt;8. Shoot invisible &lt;a href="http://store.startrek.com/product/show/219"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Blu-Ray-Laser-Phaser%21/"&gt;weapons &lt;/a&gt;at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know what you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-1326930278091630873?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/1326930278091630873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=1326930278091630873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/1326930278091630873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/1326930278091630873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/12/junk-in-trunk.html' title='Junk in the trunk'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-6414906039713970331</id><published>2007-12-08T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:21:57.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, a plate or basket isn't that heavy</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back to writing about the things that stick out to me in the behavior and and relationship between wooden spoons and other events. There we were, eating lunch the other day, and a table off to the side of us thought that they didn't need to help the fast food place out by taking their used plates and napkins to the trash can. Instead, the folks next to us left their stuff out on the table for someone else to pick up. Now, I normally wouldn't say anything about this, but it was pretty annoying to watch their son pick up his stuff and for his mom and dad to leave their stuff on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plate with some napkins, left on the table because the person was either too busy or too self-important to grab it and help out. Wow...merry christmas. What happened to peace on earth, or goodwill to all men. Did leaving your stuff save you any time? No...because you had to wait on your son to dump his stuff in the trash. Next time, take a couple of seconds and think about what your actions are going to do in impact to another person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-6414906039713970331?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6414906039713970331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=6414906039713970331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6414906039713970331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6414906039713970331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/12/really-plate-or-basket-isnt-that-heavy.html' title='Really, a plate or basket isn&apos;t that heavy'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-8139613242437108222</id><published>2007-11-21T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:27:26.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving shopping</title><content type='html'>We're here...We made it to Thanksgiving. And I've got a lot to be thankful for. I'm married, I have some cool family, and some friends that make it easy to realize that it's not so bad around here. I do have a hard time understanding why the Friday after Thanksgiving can be so "me" based when the day before is supposed to be reflective and devoted to being ready to give back to others. I guess this is one of those reasons that we're divided people, and have so much to learn. I'll post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-8139613242437108222?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/8139613242437108222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=8139613242437108222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8139613242437108222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/8139613242437108222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-shopping.html' title='Thanksgiving shopping'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-4144570316010733679</id><published>2007-10-02T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:26:51.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Referees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I'm just ready for us to get Traffic Referees on the roads. I'm not sure yet how we could deliver this type of thing, but I've got two suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Roaming "Traffic Referee" cars that could throw actual &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yellow flags at cars that have broken a law or that didn't break a law but caused someone to have to: Put their brakes on, swerve, or otherwise drive normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Install a "Traffic Referee" systems application to the GPS units in people's cars. The Traffic Referee could use GPS and other satellite information to determine infractions to traffic laws and charge penalties to the guilty driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are just a few suggestions to get started with, but I'm working on more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Catch you next time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-4144570316010733679?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/4144570316010733679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=4144570316010733679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4144570316010733679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/4144570316010733679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/10/traffic-referees.html' title='Traffic Referees'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-7823463208011936584</id><published>2007-10-01T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:01:47.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thinking?!</title><content type='html'>Ah....who was the genius that decided key chain CREDIT CARDS were a good idea?  Even more-who actually thinks its a good idea to put it on their keys? Its common for many of us to loose our keys. Way to induce a minor heart attack even when we misplace them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I sound a bit negative but things have been rough for me. At least I can find humor in things still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-7823463208011936584?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/7823463208011936584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=7823463208011936584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7823463208011936584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/7823463208011936584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-thinking.html' title='Good thinking?!'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04991162446629688089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-2203776284824702250</id><published>2007-09-23T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:21:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People Watching</title><content type='html'>One day during one of my random conversations with Jeff-we decided to start a blog of this kind. It kinda represents our usual conversation. (we do discuss serious things too.) Just add some movie and TV quotes and its set to go. Maybe its only interesting to us but you may like it too. Actually one day we were people watching at Summit Mall. My mom has always told me I was a people watcher. I still am. I have several friends that enjoy this as well. So this particular day we managed to see mullets, big hair church ladies and clearly identified the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; type couples. They typically would scuff their feet as they walked and had a drink or phone in their hand. They usually made multiple trips around the mall. (we were in the same place for about an hour.) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saddest&lt;/span&gt; award went to the guy who came with his wife and four daughter wearing-get this-a pink shirt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...yeah....I really hate wooden spoons too. They really gives me the willies. Aimee-you know what I am talking about! If you like them-why? Seriously-tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-2203776284824702250?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/2203776284824702250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=2203776284824702250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2203776284824702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/2203776284824702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-watching.html' title='People Watching'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04991162446629688089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-5203647692037688841</id><published>2007-08-29T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:50:52.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike and Ike's</title><content type='html'>Ok...I really like to eat Mike and Ike's candies. I don't know why that is the case, but I just do. In fact, I like these better than candy bars (for sure) and even better than gum! Gum just sticks around (ha!) and loses flavor after a while...but Mike and Ike's are a sweet and quick refreshment!!! Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-5203647692037688841?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/5203647692037688841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=5203647692037688841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5203647692037688841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/5203647692037688841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/08/mike-and-ikes.html' title='Mike and Ike&apos;s'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677693463956434736.post-6817014709853883144</id><published>2007-08-28T17:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:41:50.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaugural Post</title><content type='html'>Hi, and welcome to the new wooden spoons are bad blog!! We'll be writing about any topic that will allow us to list our pros and cons! Obvious from the title and description, we don't like those wooden ice cream spoons! Other posts will deal with just about any topic under the sun, so strap in and get ready for some browsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677693463956434736-6817014709853883144?l=ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/feeds/6817014709853883144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677693463956434736&amp;postID=6817014709853883144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6817014709853883144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677693463956434736/posts/default/6817014709853883144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatewoodenspoons.blogspot.com/2007/08/inaugural-post.html' title='Inaugural Post'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13921126540421408569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/518/1752/320/100_0247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
