<?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-17907312</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:11:33.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chepner's House</title><subtitle type='html'>**Just a crazy gal who moved from the Armpit of America to the Hog Capital of the World - This is how I survived the transition**</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-1179466516240795563</id><published>2008-04-24T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:25:51.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should see the other guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/2440048804/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2440048804_ebf7aa4fa9.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/2440048804/"&gt;Brad's little baby...&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	So things have been nutty....building a house, work and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep was on his way home from work and stopped because a dump truck was turning left in front of him. He happened to glance in his rearview mirror and saw a delivery truck coming at him at 55 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep veered left - the trucker veered right and the delivery driver hit Mr. Chep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep is physically fine, and I am SO grateful. His truck....not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the delivery truck....broke a turn signal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-1179466516240795563?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/1179466516240795563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=1179466516240795563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1179466516240795563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1179466516240795563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-should-see-other-guy.html' title='You should see the other guy!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2440048804_ebf7aa4fa9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-1749100261162673418</id><published>2007-11-26T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:48:28.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We lost a great man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/R0uhiKx4dEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XcubcZEHdKo/s1600-h/176808235_deaf7b65e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137377408327382082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/R0uhiKx4dEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XcubcZEHdKo/s200/176808235_deaf7b65e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost a great man on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father passed suddenly at the young age of 59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be missed by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-1749100261162673418?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/1749100261162673418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=1749100261162673418&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1749100261162673418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1749100261162673418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-lost-great-man.html' title='We lost a great man'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/R0uhiKx4dEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XcubcZEHdKo/s72-c/176808235_deaf7b65e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-3913740450035063314</id><published>2007-09-04T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:53:19.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGFBTN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rt4L2-A2_QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e07MolPzn5k/s1600-h/Picture_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106532066472164610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rt4L2-A2_QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e07MolPzn5k/s200/Picture_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be "Thank God for Big Ten Network"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was the first Indiana Hoosier football game that I have seen on television since I have moved to Hawkeye Country (with the exception of when they play Iowa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was wonderful watching the Hoosiers STOMP on Indiana State for the first victory of the year. I hope this is the start of a very long winning streak. I missed the feeling of Memorial Stadium watching it from Iowa - so I guess that a trip to B-ton is in order! A little Irish Lion and a tour of campus to ease my aching heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and watch for me on TV - I will be in the stands at the Iowa/Indiana game on September 29th....it's sold out -(Iowa Homecoming you know) but I have procured myself some tickets! WOO HOO! Love to have a repeat of last year.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO HOOSIERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-3913740450035063314?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/3913740450035063314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=3913740450035063314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/3913740450035063314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/3913740450035063314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/09/tgfbtn.html' title='TGFBTN!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rt4L2-A2_QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e07MolPzn5k/s72-c/Picture_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-1341538522910391573</id><published>2007-07-11T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:16:56.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little banged up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/778833078/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/778833078_73a96e893b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/778833078/"&gt;A little banged up.&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	So far it's been a rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an (almost) antique "Old Oaken Bucket" (IU/Purdue rivalry trophy) on Ebay that I wanted. A Purdue pharmasist out bid us....on our anniversary.  BUT Mr. Chep got me flowes to cheer me up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist has hurt since last week Thursday after hitting balls at the driving range.. I finally decided to have it looked at today. While in the doctor's office I was informed that there was an incident involving my car. Involving a 90 year old lady, an 85 Caprice and my car (pictured here). Guess who didn't win? Good thing was no one was injured. Not in this accident anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out I will not be joining the PGA any time soon. It appears I may have cracked a bone in my wrist. The x-rays are being sent out for a second opinion but he's pretty sure it's cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful no one was hurt in this little incident. I did my best to reassure the little old lady that it was OK - and all that mattered was she was OK (her son-in-law was giving her enough grief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is doing OK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-1341538522910391573?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/1341538522910391573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=1341538522910391573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1341538522910391573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1341538522910391573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-banged-up.html' title='A little banged up.'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/778833078_73a96e893b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-3364585294364561814</id><published>2007-06-14T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:08:32.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Best Adult Birthday's of all Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;June 4th was my birthday. It was a Monday. I worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times birthdays as an adult - suck. This year - mine proved to be quite the contrary. Let me tell you how it started....(it actually ended up being a birthday week....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, June 4 (my actual birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8AM Arrive at work. Day starts as normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10AM my friend Lego arrives. She comes bearing gifts! Balloon, mini cake and a PIRATE card (which plays music and is BEAUTIFUL I might add)! All very exciting. This draws attention to the fact it's my birthday. (I don't normally TELL people it's my birthday - but will mention when asked - not one of those "it's a secret" people) ANYWAY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3PM staff meeting. I arrive to find a pink box with more gifts! My Chicago friend MM gave me all kinds of Bath and Body goodies! What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:30PM go home early (it's my birthday) husband takes me out to dinner! WOO HOO! Get birthday $ from Mama Hep (I spend it well later on...you will see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, June 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8AM Arrive at work. Find a faculty member leaving my desk. She gives me a hug and says happy belated birthday and left me a "delish" strawberry danish....YUMMO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9AM Boss SB comes to see me and leaves some work on my desk and a thank you card along with a little "treat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, June 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Chep takes me out for dinner at the casino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, June 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Kellscraggly takes me out for a girls day out in CR. I had my very first pedicure&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RnIBn1qqOeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZTJkWMkztTw/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076121513932503522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RnIBn1qqOeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZTJkWMkztTw/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - very nice I might add. It took a long time for me to get used to the idea of someone touching my feet (in fact I turned down a pedicure once with Mama Hep - starting to regret that now that I have experienced it....so if your reading and you want to go for a pedicure next time we're in town.... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelscraggly and I got lots of great deals and I got fancy feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone for making my week wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-3364585294364561814?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/3364585294364561814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=3364585294364561814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/3364585294364561814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/3364585294364561814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-my-best-adult-birthdays-of-all.html' title='One of My Best Adult Birthday&apos;s of all Time!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RnIBn1qqOeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZTJkWMkztTw/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-225981087851493195</id><published>2007-05-21T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:37:11.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation of WhibFest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RlJlFaDi1BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SAS4gAtjROc/s1600-h/Picture_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067223674313167890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RlJlFaDi1BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SAS4gAtjROc/s320/Picture_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelscraggly and her fiance "Whit" have been hosting weekend smoking events ever since Kelscraggly's dad gave Mr. Whit a smoker for Christmas (it's the gift that keeps on giving - and gives to all of us! We love it Mr. S!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way - during one of the smoking practice sessions we came up with an idea to celebrate the smoker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be called WhibFest. It would have t-shirts, a logo, the works. BYOM of course (bring your own meat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was "hired" (will work for free smoked pork is my motto) to create the logo and website. I have had a lot of practice in Photoshop lately - and I'm getting a little better I might add!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have created a "small" monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see it &lt;a href="http://whibfest.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I did the logo and the blog. I am also the official photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The date for WhibFest 2007 has not yet been set - but I look forward to EVERY practice session!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-225981087851493195?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/225981087851493195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=225981087851493195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/225981087851493195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/225981087851493195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/05/creation-of-whibfest.html' title='Creation of WhibFest'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RlJlFaDi1BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SAS4gAtjROc/s72-c/Picture_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-5391592179499036715</id><published>2007-05-13T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:21:56.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4e7a4d324f4459340a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Happy Mother's Day!" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4e7a4d324f4459340a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?campaign=blog_logo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: medium" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4e7a4d324f4459340a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: medium" href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_post_makeyourown" target="_blank"&gt;Make your own Smilebox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-5391592179499036715?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/5391592179499036715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=5391592179499036715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/5391592179499036715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/5391592179499036715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-2400322438418544909</id><published>2007-05-06T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:44:04.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly Suprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rj5oMOMj6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L_tBZx5Mdjk/s1600-h/Colleen+and+Brad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061597590389517026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rj5oMOMj6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L_tBZx5Mdjk/s320/Colleen+and+Brad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged in awhile because I switched to the new "blogger" and frankly - didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to read a few today (Kelscraggly had some cute photos to share from last night so I commented) and I noticed some new features on some pages. So....I took a tour. I was happy with what I found and decided to throw a few words down to let you know I am still alive. (Those that still check on me that is - you know who you are *wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a crazy few months....but we are still around and doing OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone else is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-2400322438418544909?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/2400322438418544909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=2400322438418544909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/2400322438418544909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/2400322438418544909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/05/pleasantly-suprised.html' title='Pleasantly Suprised'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/Rj5oMOMj6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L_tBZx5Mdjk/s72-c/Colleen+and+Brad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-2323625039265836437</id><published>2007-03-18T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:08:19.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from WriterMother</title><content type='html'>1. Can you cook?  Yes. But I hate to clean up. OH and I like to bake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your dream growing up?  To have large breasts. Be careful what you dream/wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What talent do you wish you had?  Sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite place? Nestor Falls, ON Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite vegetable? Iowa Sweet corn (sorry Ange - I have been converted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last book you read? Let's Go to New York City (On a budget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What zodiac sign are you? Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Ears pierced - tattoos...no. Dad told me I would go to hell if I defaced my body. Now I'm just freaked out by germs and needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Worst Habit? I have to agree - I talk while I pee - but if you ask Mr. Chep my worst habit he would say leaving my shoes out. Drives him NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you personally know anybody on Blog?  Writermother, Kelscraggly and Mile High Hoosier. I have met some way cool people though along the way...although I don't get around the country like Ange to visit them! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite sport? To watch: college basketball (March Madness baby!) To play: Beer Pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?  Optimistic. For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator lift with someone of the opposite sex? If it was anyone other that my husband probaby freak out. I hate elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Worst thing to ever happen to you? It can't be as bad as half the people in the world have it - so not worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell me one weird fact about you: I have a folded earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any pets? One dog. She's spoiled rotten. Ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know how to do the macarena? Yes - and it was banned at our wedding reception because we both hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is the sun shining where you are now? Indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Clowns freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I would reduce the amount of hair on my arms (no shaving or waxing is NOT an option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you be my good angel or bad angel? I am too chunky to sit on people's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color eyes do you have?Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever been arrested? No I left B-ton during the 500 to avoid jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Bottle or Draft? FREE. That's how I prefer to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you won £10,000 today, what would you do with it? First I would convert into US dollars to make $3000 and then put a down payment on a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew? Whatever is handy and keeps flavor for more than 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's your favorite bar to hang at? Yeah - I concur with WM - no bars. Unless you count hanging towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. They lived in the basement of both houses in Hobart. None of my dogs would go in the basements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Spare time? Clean I suppose. I guess I wouldn't call that spare eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you swear a lot? Yes - and I work hard to keep it under control at work. Caca is a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Biggest pet peeve? Spotted mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-2323625039265836437?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/2323625039265836437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=2323625039265836437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/2323625039265836437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/2323625039265836437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/03/stolen-from-writermother.html' title='Stolen from WriterMother'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-7323195842015513900</id><published>2007-03-15T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:02:54.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness and Trips out East</title><content type='html'>Well....it has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March Madness. If I wasn't already working non-stop 8am-6pm I might be wrapped up at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it's been a fun project. I have been able to play with my artistic ability - and I created a video to submit for our quarterly Inspired teaching contest. I think I wowed them with my skills. I have to admit. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out a week ago that Mr. Chep is being sent to NYC for training...and he's taking me with! WOW! I am thrilled! I have been trying to figure out our itinerary since we will only have one DAY in Manhattan - so we need to decide what we can only see during the day. Any suggestions would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-7323195842015513900?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/7323195842015513900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=7323195842015513900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7323195842015513900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7323195842015513900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-madness-and-trips-out-east.html' title='March Madness and Trips out East'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-8603448011115977167</id><published>2007-02-25T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:59:48.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/402726520/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/402726520_0e3d30a121.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/402726520/"&gt;icy branch&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	51 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds warm no? How about inside your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Iowa was hit was a NASTY ice storm that knocked out power at our home for 23 hrs.  When we were pretty sure that we were going to lose power we decided to crank up the heat in the house to 75 degrees. 23 hrs later we were down to 51 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is warm and toasty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-8603448011115977167?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/8603448011115977167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=8603448011115977167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/8603448011115977167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/8603448011115977167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-storm-2007.html' title='Ice Storm 2007'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/402726520_0e3d30a121_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-1521831315726108089</id><published>2007-02-11T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:30:35.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/386023395/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/386023395_87284f3d5a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/386023395/"&gt;Skimming the surface&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Yesterday Mr. Chep and I went down to the roller damn to ring in the official arrival of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rivers and lakes up north freeze over, hundreds of eagles move "south" to feed and play in the unfrozen waters of Iowa. More specifically - the roller damn in Cedar Rapids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...so most of the Iowa waters aren't unfrozen....in fact it's been below zero for most of the week. This makes it easy to find the majestic birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sight to see....all these beautiful birds of prey diving into the water for food. We have been before as have most people in the area I am sure, but every trip to the river during these winter months is a reminder that despite the cold, nature has a way of working through the tough times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully people work the same way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-1521831315726108089?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/1521831315726108089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=1521831315726108089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1521831315726108089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1521831315726108089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-has-arrived.html' title='Winter has arrived'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/386023395_87284f3d5a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-1876149484057244801</id><published>2007-02-05T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:31:44.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five things you don't know about me....</title><content type='html'>I took this from WriterMom in order to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things on my mind....it's just a matter of getting it out on paper. So let's start with this one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I can do because I am not a size 2: *Same disclaimer as WM....no offense to the size 2's - but I was never a size 2 (I think I skipped that size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change out a toilet without assistance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I worked for the parks department we had 3 rental properties that we also managed. In the 6 years that I worked for LCPRD I changed out 3 toilets. Yes - I can move a toilet by myself. Scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empty a FULL 55 gallon garbage can in a dumpster that stood over 5 feet tall (I'm 5'3")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like lifting a trash can and thinking "What the hell is in this thing?" Empty half - set it back on the ground, look inside and find a pig head staring back at me. Didn't even freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I married a man who is 6'5" and 220+ he's the first man to make me feel 'petite'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys in high school were afraid I would kick their ass. I probably would have. I probably would have been able to kick my husband's ass in high school. It's rough being tough. Right WM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can change my own tire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to change tires since I was about 20. Removing the lug nuts with a tire iron and then throwing the tire in the back of a 1-ton pick up truck was a daily task for me back when I worked for the park. This reminds me that my sister still tells her friends about the time I had to fix my truck. Bought the book, did the troubleshooting and fixed it on my own. NO man - NO help. All me (and the book). She was impressed. I believe all it proves is I can read and follow directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have dropped, cut to size, split and stacked at least 10 trees (I have cut and split more than I have dropped)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cords and cords of wood. Man did I hate wood. Now...it sounds like a nice break from my job. What I wouldn't give for a little quite time out behind the maintenance barn with my chaps and a chainsaw....ahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you don't know about me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-1876149484057244801?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/1876149484057244801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=1876149484057244801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1876149484057244801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/1876149484057244801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/02/five-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='Five things you don&apos;t know about me....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-7702908900145810974</id><published>2007-01-31T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:04:57.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Baby Shower!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahwww/369117303/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/369117303_45637bf36f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahwww/369117303/"&gt;6 weeks to 37 weeks gestation&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sarahwww/"&gt;sarahsflickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; You're invited to a Baby Shower!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://que-sera-sarah.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;(see beautiful Mommy above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday, February 3rd, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;At:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;        12:30 pm., Tucson, Arizona time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To attend, please:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)  Create a gmail account if you don’t already have one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)  Send your gmail address to Ron at:  ron@stamant.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)  On Saturday, log on to gmail chat and Ron will invite you to our new blog pals chat room.  If you have any questions on how this works, email Ron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don’t know what time it is in Arizona?&lt;/span&gt;  Try this link:  &lt;a href="http://www.timezoneconverter.com/"&gt;Time Zone Converter&lt;/a&gt;  and look for America/Phoenix.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sarah and Baby are registered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/15WLPJG8Y8EEP/ref=wl_web/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-7702908900145810974?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/7702908900145810974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=7702908900145810974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7702908900145810974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7702908900145810974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/01/sarahs-baby-shower.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Baby Shower!!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/369117303_45637bf36f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-5039878821908245674</id><published>2007-01-08T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:33:21.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RkEWnOMj6vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-KGqwQaZUrs/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062352319222639346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RkEWnOMj6vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-KGqwQaZUrs/s320/DSCN1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-5039878821908245674?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/5039878821908245674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=5039878821908245674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/5039878821908245674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/5039878821908245674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wzqWPNqTBuM/RkEWnOMj6vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-KGqwQaZUrs/s72-c/DSCN1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-7228360640496102948</id><published>2006-12-29T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:08:59.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't be more true....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellspacing="8"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/minicrest.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt; My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=4 color=black&gt; Venerable Lady Colleen the Talkative of Giggleswich Lanken &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/peculiartitle.php"&gt;Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-7228360640496102948?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/7228360640496102948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=7228360640496102948&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7228360640496102948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/7228360640496102948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/12/couldnt-be-more-true.html' title='Couldn&apos;t be more true....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116745078621146916</id><published>2006-12-29T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:53:06.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/336957280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/336957280_e2131245e1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/336957280/"&gt;K &amp;amp; D and the new blanket!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HOLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are over. The cookies and candy have been made and handed out, the cards are still in the package (thank goodness I got Happy Holiday cards!) but we all survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. I fibbed. BUT for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of my sister and her husband. The blanket that my sister is wrapped up in is what I had been working on for the past month (well that and cookies and candy).  I couldn't very well blog about it - in the off chance my sister actually reads my blog. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect something everyday - but I am going to work on getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116745078621146916?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116745078621146916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116745078621146916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116745078621146916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116745078621146916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/336957280_e2131245e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116494657064723764</id><published>2006-11-30T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:16:10.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Hibernating</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hibernating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why, no real reason...just been trying to limit the computer time at home so I can reduce the headaches. It seems to have worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my time away I have learned a few things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned that if you tell people that you are collecting boxtops for education for a poor school - no matter where it is - people want to help! If you want to help you can mail them directly to Mama Chep's school! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the address:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linda Hogan - Lake Ridge Middle School - 3601 W. 41st Avenue - Gary, IN  - 46408&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also learned that I CAN do Thanksgiving! My in-laws came to Iowa and we celebrated here. It was nice having them here to visit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also learned that you don't try new recipes ON Thanksgiving. It's easier to BUY bread than make it! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been online....I am working on getting back. I promise...sometime soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then - happy shopping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116494657064723764?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116494657064723764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116494657064723764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116494657064723764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116494657064723764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-hibernating.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Hibernating'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116365159378277304</id><published>2006-11-15T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:33:13.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>I got placed on a new medication last week to help with headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor told me I had 2 options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Drug that would cut the headaches but weight gain is a side effect.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Drug that could cause you to lose weight but can make you stupid (yes his exact words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid I ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You might find yourself - searching for words'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...fat and smart or skinny and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I ....um.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that word???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116365159378277304?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116365159378277304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116365159378277304&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116365159378277304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116365159378277304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116244169698809025</id><published>2006-11-01T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:28:17.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witches of HC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/286468536/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/286468536_02856149a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/286468536/"&gt;Halloween Fun at HC&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been awhile....I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a wee bit disconnected for some reason - it's that time of year for open enrollment and this was the first time that I realized the seriousness of my condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see - I have a pituitary tumor. Found two years ago. The doctor made it seem minor. "Take this drug it will curb the headaches and the additional side effects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that companies are going with a most consumer-based insurance option. For many people - including myself - this could very well save money. Unless you take a drug that is used to treat an unusual condition. I have to take this drug. There is no alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't covered as a chronic drug to get assistance through insurance. When I called to find out how much it costs - they hadn't heard of it. I had to spell it, explain it, talk about my condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was their response that made me realize that this is a little more serious than I ever considered. Guess I hadn't thought about it. To be honest it made me angry that I don't have any other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's where I have been. Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was a nice change - got all gussied up and gave blood. Helped someone else that is worse off than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get out of this 'funk' soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be back soon.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116244169698809025?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116244169698809025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116244169698809025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116244169698809025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116244169698809025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/11/witches-of-hc.html' title='The Witches of HC'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116166152487754677</id><published>2006-10-23T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:24.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We wonder why dogs bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/276927279/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/276927279_1794c39794_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/276927279/"&gt;Check me OUT!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister bought this outfit for Pepper a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year I try to put it on her. Each year the screenplay is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**On the floor playing with the dog trying to divert her attention from the outfit on the table.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I corner the dog and get the hat on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chep: Come here pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pepper: Um...no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chep: Pepper come here and show daddy how cute you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pepper: if you think I am going ANYWHERE in this rediculous outfit you're as crazy as you look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chep: OK - I will come and take your picture in the hallway then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pepper: Whatever dude - just take the damn photo and get this sh** off me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chep: Poor Pepper - come here I will take that off your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chep: NO! I want to take her picture! She can take it off in a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chep: Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pepper: Male Master! I thought you were on my side you snot bag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chep: OK - you can take it off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pepper: Thank goodness!) ***proceeds to swipe at her head until the witch hat falls off***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116166152487754677?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116166152487754677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116166152487754677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116166152487754677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116166152487754677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-wonder-why-dogs-bite.html' title='We wonder why dogs bite'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116130989386417807</id><published>2006-10-19T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:04:54.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/life_in_the_pumpkin_shell/262557121/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/262557121_b58992b769_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/life_in_the_pumpkin_shell/262557121/"&gt;Mother/Daughter Portrait by Chep&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/life_in_the_pumpkin_shell/"&gt;Life in the Pumpkin Shell&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been bad. I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend in October I spent some time with my dear friends in Indianapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip brought back an old addiction. One I have not been able to shake. I have found myself tweaking without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had kicked that habit a few months ago - but after our visit and as soon as that cooler weather hit I was a mad woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I come by it naturally - both my parents and my grandparents LOVE the 'joe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Angie and Tom for awakening my tastebuds to an old friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for a wonderful visit - it was MUCH too short!  I miss you all!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116130989386417807?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116130989386417807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116130989386417807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116130989386417807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116130989386417807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-awakening.html' title='A New Awakening'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-116062414023505405</id><published>2006-10-11T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:35:40.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Letter "S" word</title><content type='html'>That's right folks. You read it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW in Iowa.  OK - it wasn't snow...it was a flurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what that means don't you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make the brownies and cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**out of the box of course**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxtop for Education contest has started at Mama Chep's needy school. If you would like to read about the original post &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/chepners-boxtop-challenge.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Last time we pooled together to collect boxtops we gathered over 100 and Mama Chep's class got a hot breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you would like to participate please drop your boxtops in the mail and address them to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chepner's Boxtop Challenge&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 9792&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Rapids, IA  52404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-116062414023505405?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/116062414023505405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=116062414023505405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116062414023505405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/116062414023505405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-letter-s-word.html' title='The 4 Letter &quot;S&quot; word'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115967135286297666</id><published>2006-09-30T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:55:52.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Fall</title><content type='html'>Mr. Chep went up north with a friend to Campbella's so I decided I would spend the day with my friend E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E" breeds, boards and grooms dogs on the side.  He grooms and boards mine for free. OK - not free; since I am what he calls "handy" he puts me to work doing odd jobs around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - it was helping with grooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy day at &lt;em&gt;Happy Tails Grooming&lt;/em&gt; (I came up with the corny name - so :-P) He had 2 shelties (which boy are they hairy) a schanuzer....and 3 cats. Yes, I said cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that coined the phrase "It's like herding cats"  Has never bathed one. Or shaved one for that matter.  For your information - cats do not like to be shaved. There was A LOT of mewing, some clawing (and a few teeth) today. &lt;em&gt;Happy Tails &lt;/em&gt;is a popular place for cats because many groomers sedate cats when grooming. I understand why. If you don't know what you are doing (and E does - trust me he's good) it can be extremely dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I learn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ever shave a cat alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shelties are cute but HAIRY. I never want one.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't agree to help the groomer when he has cats coming for a groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115967135286297666?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115967135286297666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115967135286297666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115967135286297666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115967135286297666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/dog-days-of-fall.html' title='Dog Days of Fall'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115928028945498261</id><published>2006-09-26T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:18:09.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Flashback</title><content type='html'>I was working on getting booklets ready for this evening's faculty orientation and jamming to tunes on my I-pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one song that made me get up and put together a quick blog....&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt;? Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be....Prince's &lt;em&gt;"Let's go Crazy?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to giggle through my morning with images of ripped pantyhose, condoms and rotten bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song will always bring foward great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks WM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115928028945498261?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115928028945498261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115928028945498261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115928028945498261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115928028945498261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/wonderful-flashback.html' title='Wonderful Flashback'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115915161016481773</id><published>2006-09-24T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:33:30.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If aliens came in bug form...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/251916897/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/251916897_f123858b03_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/251916897/"&gt;If aliens came in bug form...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I cleared my garden of dead plants, I came across this guy. His attack pose (OK I don't know that it's an attack pose - but it sure made me think twice about getting much closer) is a perfect photograph of the way I have felt all week - attacked. BUT anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in NW Indiana I can count on one hand how many of these facinating bugs I encountered (how do I know how many I encountered??  Mama Chep would capture them and bring them inside to watch! I also had a walking stick and a tree frog!)  I have 2 in my yard alone. (I tried to take a picture of the other one with not much success.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iowa State University Entemology Department website states that Mantis have just started to move into this area. Perfect example is at the baseball game this summer. A co-worker of mine looked up at about 6 on the net and said "Those things are SO noisy" to which I replied "What?" He pointed to the 6 mantis on the net and said "Those bugs. I hear them every night" To which I replied, "I didn't know Praying Mantis made noise" He said, "I thought those were locust." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stressed to him NOT to grab one. If you didn't know - they have WICKED NASTY spines on their legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - thank goodness last week is over - I am hoping I don't have to take on this pose again next week!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115915161016481773?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115915161016481773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115915161016481773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115915161016481773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115915161016481773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-aliens-came-in-bug-form.html' title='If aliens came in bug form...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115863607234020139</id><published>2006-09-19T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:21:12.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Talk Like A Pirate Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In honor of Talk Like A Pirate Day here is my name (somewhat appropriate no?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information about this WAY FUN day visit:  &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html"&gt;http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pirate Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arch-Pirate Flirty Fran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pirate Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115863607234020139?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115863607234020139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115863607234020139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115863607234020139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115863607234020139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/international-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='International Talk Like A Pirate Day!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115863564333984216</id><published>2006-09-18T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:14:03.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please tell me you'll still love me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm the only one....I think everyone else is RAIN! Please keep me as part of your group.... ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115863564333984216?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115863564333984216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115863564333984216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115863564333984216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115863564333984216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/please-tell-me-youll-still-love-me.html' title='Please tell me you&apos;ll still love me...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115855088962001028</id><published>2006-09-17T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:41:29.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Iowa Weekend News....</title><content type='html'>This is not a news spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a direct quote from the 10pm news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if it was going to get warmer the meteorologist stated "Someday - it will. But I would suggest that you two (meaning the 2 news anchors at the desk)  keep your pants on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the lady newscaster responded "I got them on today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa news...definately interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115855088962001028?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115855088962001028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115855088962001028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115855088962001028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115855088962001028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/eastern-iowa-weekend-news.html' title='Eastern Iowa Weekend News....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115853756228187902</id><published>2006-09-17T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:04:06.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession....</title><content type='html'>OK - I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing mind blowing - but a small item you may have suspected (if you have been to my flickr page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to shape eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. Whew. Glad to have that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring this up today? Well....my eyebrows are a wee bit ghastly. Not uni-brow ghastly - but unshapely and just all around...not pretty. Need proof? Here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/chep%20eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/200/chep%20eyebrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and sister on the other hand have well shaped eyebrows. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/k%20eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/200/k%20eyebrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Mama%20chep%20eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/200/Mama%20chep%20eyebrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Mama%20chep%20eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me? Who knows! No one taught me how? Maybe they all thought. "Heck you can't see them anyway...they're blonde. No one will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed. I admit it. I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellslittleadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelscraggly&lt;/a&gt; is out there thinking - "OMG I thought she's never ask!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt; and her roomies tried to get me to wax my face in college.&lt;br /&gt;There have been attempts. I have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went hunting for good information on how to shape your brows. There isn't any. So if you know of any good sites or any hints - please help me. I don't want to grow up and have these eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/pepper%20eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/200/pepper%20eyebrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115853756228187902?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115853756228187902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115853756228187902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115853756228187902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115853756228187902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115811891374463898</id><published>2006-09-12T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:42:11.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermit the Frog Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 50% Organization, 50% abstract, and 94% extroverted! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;b&gt;organized&lt;/b&gt; you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;b&gt;concrete&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;abstract&lt;/b&gt; viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;i&gt;mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/i&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;i&gt;dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;b&gt;introvert&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;extrovert.&lt;/b&gt; By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;mostly&lt;/b&gt; organized, &lt;b&gt;both &lt;/b&gt;concrete and abstract, and &lt;b&gt;more &lt;/b&gt;extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is why are you Kermit the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Kermit is also reasonably tidy. He'll even dress up for interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Kermit spends a lot of his time as a reporter collecting facts, but he is also the author of the dreamy song "The Rainbow Connection." You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both extroverts. Kermit gets along with everyone. Sure a few folks annoy him, but that's just because they are annoying. Kermit likes to meet new people when he does his job as a street reporter. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don't have problems meeting new people... in fact you probably look forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering, Kermit starred on Sesame Street years before The Muppet Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;Grover&lt;br /&gt;The Count&lt;br /&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;br /&gt;Bert &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115811891374463898?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115811891374463898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115811891374463898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115811891374463898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115811891374463898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/kermit-frog-here.html' title='Kermit the Frog Here'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115802830277932993</id><published>2006-09-11T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:05:18.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago today...</title><content type='html'>I had just started my new job as a trainer for GC Services. We were an operator center for MCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time in a long time that I was working the "day" shift. It was early. I was groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I found out about the terrorist attacks on the towers is up for debate. Mr. Chep says he called me, I think I called him. Either way - we called one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest I DO remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through the breakroom where the TV was tuned to GMA. Everyone was stopped in their tracks. I glanced over at the television and saw smoke. I stopped for a closer inspection. Someone leaned over and said, "It's the Twin Towers. There are EMERGENCY signs all over on GEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just been promoted to a "Trainer" at the call center. It had been almost a year since I had taken an "operator" call (connecting callers for overseas calls, 1-800-Collect....that kind of thing) Suddenly I was thrust into the role of operator. The lines were flooded and they needed operators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first call I got was from a distressed caller trying to reach her family in NYC - she was calling from France. I attempted to break through the line - to no avail. We tried several times to get through - when we finally did, I connected it at no charge. It was the least I could do. She was one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a phone operator we had callers that were trying to make calls - connect to directory assistance, easy calls. It was the operators that worked in paging that had the heart-wrenching calls. A page from a husband to his wife telling her he loved her; and that he was not going to make it, calls from passengers on Flight 93, and calls that informed emergency crews where survivors were located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those operators saved some lives. Others passed on messages to loved ones from burning buildings in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowans played a small part in connecting loved ones on those days - and the weeks to come. I am grateful for the few I was able to assist - and saddened by all those we lost 5 years ago today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115802830277932993?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115802830277932993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115802830277932993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115802830277932993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115802830277932993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-ago-today.html' title='Five years ago today...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115802655386464418</id><published>2006-09-11T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:02:33.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged....</title><content type='html'>I needed the help! It's going to be a long week at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A book that changed my life: &lt;em&gt;Geometry I&lt;/em&gt; (Author unknown) It was this book that made me realize that I am really terrible at math.&lt;br /&gt;2) A book that I've read more than once: &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A book I'd take to a deserted island: &lt;em&gt;Peterson’s Field Guide: Edible Wild Plants&lt;/em&gt; (and yes I own it!)&lt;br /&gt;4) A book that made me laugh:  &lt;em&gt;Oh the Places You’ll Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A book that made me cry  &lt;em&gt;The Green Mile, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A book I wish I’d written: &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A book that should never have been written:&lt;br /&gt;8) A book I'm currently reading:  Well here’s the sad part; I’m not reading anything. Maybe I should read more of these and get some suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;9) A book I’m planning to read: &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter book 7&lt;/em&gt; (other than that anything Kelscraggly is suggesting)&lt;br /&gt;10) Who I'm tagging next: Kelscraggly, J-Shay (that is if she reads!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1… Things that scare meTornados (so most Iowa weather)&lt;br /&gt;Being lost in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Raw chicken (hey it would scare you too if you had salmonella)&lt;br /&gt;Gas station bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2…People who make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Lego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellslittleadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelscraggly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;My sister and D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3…Things I hate the mostNon-team players&lt;br /&gt;People that take advantage of other’s good nature&lt;br /&gt;Wet hair&lt;br /&gt;Flesh colored bandaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4…Things I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;People who abuse their pets&lt;br /&gt;How I could NOT be allergic to ragweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5…Things I’m doing right nowWatching the President speak&lt;br /&gt;Answering WM’s meme&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the effects of last night’s chili&lt;br /&gt;Typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6…Things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Have children&lt;br /&gt;Visit all the NL and AL ballparks&lt;br /&gt;Travel west of DesMoines, IA&lt;br /&gt;See the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Blarney Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7… Things I can do&lt;br /&gt;Bake some damn good cookies&lt;br /&gt;Multi-task&lt;br /&gt;Fix a toilet (although I don’t CHOOSE to)&lt;br /&gt;Crochet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8… Ways to describe my personality&lt;br /&gt;Easy going&lt;br /&gt;Communicator&lt;br /&gt;Um…people say I’m fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9… Things I can’t do&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;The splits.&lt;br /&gt;Backbends&lt;br /&gt;Eat coconut&lt;br /&gt;Intentionally hurt someone’s feelings&lt;br /&gt;Watch reality TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10…Things I think you should listen to&lt;br /&gt;The Barenaked Ladies complete set (at least once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11…Things you should never listen to&lt;br /&gt;Noises coming from your dog’s bum (or at least stick around for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12…Things I’d like to learn&lt;br /&gt;Excel&lt;br /&gt;HTML&lt;br /&gt;How to say ‘no’ when I’m too busy to take on yet ANOTHER project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13…Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Style pizza&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14…Beverages I drink regularly&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15…Shows I watched as a kid&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets&lt;br /&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;br /&gt;MASH&lt;br /&gt;The smurfs&lt;br /&gt;ChiPs (I loved me some Poncho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115802655386464418?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115802655386464418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115802655386464418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115802655386464418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115802655386464418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115794591812557265</id><published>2006-09-10T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:38:38.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/239763652/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/239763652_6056b6fe8f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/239763652/"&gt;Here's to you...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The (displaced to Iowa) Hoosier girls thank you for all you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's not Guiness - but it's a fine domestic brew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you Violinsoldier!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115794591812557265?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115794591812557265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115794591812557265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115794591812557265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115794591812557265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-to-you.html' title='Here&apos;s to you...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115698893834467683</id><published>2006-08-30T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:48:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teens today....</title><content type='html'>I went to mass with my parents, my sister and brother-in-law on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenage boy came in with his family. As he passed by our pew we caught a glimpse of the back of his shirt. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My ladies always come first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked at each other with mouths wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass there was a pancake breakfast.  We all discussed the shirt we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thought, "Maybe he doesn't know what it means"&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned, "Maybe the front of his shirt had something totally different"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - he and his family did arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did the front of his shirt say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chivalry's not dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115698893834467683?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115698893834467683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115698893834467683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115698893834467683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115698893834467683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/teens-today.html' title='Teens today....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115682395919169969</id><published>2006-08-28T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:59:19.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is I-80 Illinois on a normal road trip back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/seeing%20red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how everything looked this Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cell phone companies irritate me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We currently "Get things done" with our cell phone company. We have - for the last 3 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the "Gitter done" company was bought by the "I suppose you can" company - and our customer service went down the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great plan when we first signed up. Free voicemail, caller ID...the works. Several months after signing up - they politely informed us that we would no longer receive that benefit. (I find this out on Sunday....the husband didn't seem to mind paying the extra bit o cash I suppose)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We never really "outgrew" our plan - but we did try a new service - "Teledirect". It was free try for 30 days. Mr. Chep signed up to use it while out of town on business and promptly cancelled within the 30 day window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They charged us. Mr. Chep decided it wasn't a big deal - and paid the partial fee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following month we received another charge. I called and had our bill adjusted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The month after that - we were charged again. I called and had that charge removed. I politely informed the CSR if I saw the charge again - I was going to cancel my service. Please make sure it doesn't happen again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what? It happened again. I called to make sure I was out of my contract (I have been a customer since 2003)...I found out that my contract had been extended without my knowledge when I purchased new phones on a business discount (not a promotional price). This on top of the billing issue that hadn't been resolved - made me call and ask about the cost to cancel my service (after an hour dispute about my contract end date - where the CSR had hung up on my twice and blind transferred me to another department)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I got Kristie. She was very apologetic. She wanted to fix my problem. She got to the root cause of my discontent (price of service, poor customer service, etc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was at this time (after I threatened to cancel 3 times) that Kristie offered me the same plan I currently have at $40 less then I currently pay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY did it take 6 customer service representatives, 3 threats to cancel, and 2 hours on the phone to get a resolution?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what irritates me about phone companies in general. Your rates never change until you call. Then they charge you to change those rates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why can't companies just give you the best rate all the time? Why do good customers have to fight and threaten to cancel to get a better deal? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for letting me rant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115682395919169969?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115682395919169969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115682395919169969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115682395919169969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115682395919169969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing Red....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115673653975895156</id><published>2006-08-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:42:20.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Salt at Da Cell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/226767083/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/226767083_5242419503_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/226767083/"&gt;Chicago White Sox 2006&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have returned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday was the day when we took my Grandfather (85 years young) to his first "big league" ball game. This photo may not prove it - but he was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started at 7:30pm and ended 11:00pm. By the time we got home...it was 1:30am.  Grandpa never fell asleep. I think he was still reeling from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 homeruns hit during the game (a HUGE thrill for Grandpa) 2 broken bats....but the score was not in our favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Sox: 4&lt;br /&gt;Twins:        5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the score we wanted - but seeing my grandfather's face when Konerko hit the first homerun of the game.....priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth every penny.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115673653975895156?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115673653975895156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115673653975895156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115673653975895156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115673653975895156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-salt-at-da-cell.html' title='The Old Salt at Da Cell'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115612809008685054</id><published>2006-08-20T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:43:47.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/kelly%20cry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/400/kelly%20cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/kelly%20cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Cry K - 30 isn't all that bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes - that's correct. My kid sister turned 30 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY K!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115612809008685054?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115612809008685054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115612809008685054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115612809008685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115612809008685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-k.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY K!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115592652192470017</id><published>2006-08-18T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:42:02.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What color is your car? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today: Blue (Mr. Chep's truck) Normally: Pewter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you could wake up tomorrow with full training in another occupation and a job in that field, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some sort of researcher - like the Martinez on Criminal Minds...I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in your life have you had the flu (or something similar)? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who seriously knows the answer to this question? Even I don't - and they all say I have OCD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is something that has happened to you this week that you didn't expect? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How old were you when you had your first kiss? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny thing....Mr. Chep will probably meet the guy next weekend when we are home! I was 7. He chased me around the gym until he caught me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115592652192470017?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115592652192470017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115592652192470017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115592652192470017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115592652192470017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115578123728467268</id><published>2006-08-16T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:25:19.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilty Conscience</title><content type='html'>I know....I've been a bad blogger. I've been at the gym. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when your boss asks you to "close the door" we all assume it's going to be bad. Even if we haven't done anything wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something that our parent's ingrained in our skulls at a young age? Is it the cliche...."We need to talk" talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is....it gave me a heart attack today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into S's office today to file some paperwork in the manager's file. S is a busy man so I try to keep my visits to his office minimal and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Hey Chep (he didn't call me Chep....but he has) go ahead and close the door. I want to talk to you before I get a million people in my office today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Crap....I think I saw him with one of those communications forms up earlier today....I wonder if that's for me...I see him whip one of those bad boys out and give it to me..I start to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I want to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**OK - don't show that you're worried - grab the paper....pretend to read....scan for diciplinary action.....wait....did I see a "exceptional on there??" I look up and see S just grinning....I start to re-read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he was telling me his good performance is due to my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got one of these too....it was a communication for commendable performance. He had gotten a written communication from the Academic Dean for commendable performance at his job and for an exceptional file audit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and tossed me a compliment stating he couldn't have done it without me (not in those words....that would be hokey) but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it made my day. Heck I would have to say it made my week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115578123728467268?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115578123728467268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115578123728467268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115578123728467268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115578123728467268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/guilty-conscience.html' title='The Guilty Conscience'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115504422250564899</id><published>2006-08-08T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:37:02.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for today</title><content type='html'>While on my way to work this morning they had a contest on the radio to win tickets to see &lt;em&gt;Korn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The callers had to answer questions in "lightning round" fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 callers bombed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many states make up the continental United States?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller 1: 50&lt;br /&gt;Caller 2: 50&lt;br /&gt;Caller 3: 52?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTY-TWO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115504422250564899?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115504422250564899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115504422250564899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115504422250564899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115504422250564899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-for-today.html' title='Thought for today'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115465752091042202</id><published>2006-08-03T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:12:00.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>US Cellular Field - HERE WE COME!</title><content type='html'>Well he did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Chep forwarded my &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-salt.html"&gt;original post &lt;/a&gt;to her brother (Uncle D) who worked his magic and hooked us (me, Mr. Chep, Grandpa, Uncle D and Aunt B) up with tickets to the White Sox!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my grandfather this evening and he was thrilled (well as thrilled as my grandfather gets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be going until late August - which seemed like a long time from now,  but when I put it in the terms of days (about 20) he perked right up! I think the only thing that would make him happier is if the doctor would tell him he could drive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to take tons of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115465752091042202?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115465752091042202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115465752091042202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115465752091042202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115465752091042202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/us-cellular-field-here-we-come.html' title='US Cellular Field - HERE WE COME!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115448821210674033</id><published>2006-08-01T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:10:12.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>In the most recent edition of our school newspaper (yup I'm the editor, reporter and printer) I wrote an article discussing "professional appearance" on campus. This dealt with:  dress code, personal hygiene, grooming and professional language. The idea was spawned not only from the lack of undergarments on students but the converstations overheard in the hallways very similar to &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/2006/07/conversation-checkmate.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; found on &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom's&lt;/a&gt; website **NOTE: if you have not read &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/2006/07/conversation-checkmate.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; - you should it's hilarious! &lt;em&gt;(This means you "WB" when you have that girl you could very well have this conversation in your own home -  so READ! That's an order!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true account of what happened to me while in the ladies room the other day at work. This was the MAIN reason I wrote the half page article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting quietly in the ladies room, removing the 2 liters of water I have taken in during the day (OK - it wasn't 2 liters - more like 3 bottles and it wasn't ALL water - most of it was Diet Coke) but anyway....I am alone - well I WAS alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to the ladies room bursts open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I told you I have class today. I will be home to watch the kids before you have to leave for work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The stall door slams shut and the latch of the stall door slides into place)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No Seriously!  I will. I worked it out that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sound of pee running into the toilet at high velocity)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"He's doing WHAT? Well tell him to stop! He knows better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Flush)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"NO he can't have a cookie! Tell him to stop crying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Faucet runs for 10 seconds and then the hand dryer starts up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What? Hold on. I can't hear you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Door opens and girl exits - still blabbing away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sitting there. Shocked. Stunned really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://kellslittleadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelscraggly&lt;/a&gt;: I know what you are thinking. "In our long, late night converstations I KNOW you have taken our call into the throne room. Ah yes, but I have never taken you to a PUBLIC JOHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the chatter that happens in the ladies room. &lt;em&gt;I went to college&lt;/em&gt; - I lived in a dorm. In fact, the girls down the hall would use the toilet, leave the stall doors open (with the mirror above the sink in front of them) look at each other in the mirrow and talk to each other....and every other girl that walked in the common bathroom to brush her teeth. (Yes it happened to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference you ask? Dorm. We kind of expected weird shit to go on the in the bathroom. We all knew each other on Harper 2. We RARELY let visitors use the bathroom. WHY? Because we all knew our floormates did odd things in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chatty student not only shared HER bathroom noises - but MY bathroom noises  with her friend on the other line. I felt voilated. Just a little less innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say: "These kids today - they have no respect for others privacy." But I can't. My husband of 7 years (who is 3 years younger than I am) still "sits down" with the door closed and locked. (I like to think it's for his privacy and my safety) As for *** and ***- they have to remind themselves to close the door when they have company! (***Names removed to protect the guilty***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom used to tell us that "Potty talk is not appropriate in public - espcially at the dinner table" Cordless phones weren't invented yet - so she didn't even think to include "Talking on the phone in a public potty is also inappropriate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking we'll  cover that at my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115448821210674033?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115448821210674033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115448821210674033&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115448821210674033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115448821210674033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-potty-talk.html' title='Public Potty Talk'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115396722300487710</id><published>2006-07-26T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:27:03.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at Geekville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Thanksgiving%202005_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Thanksgiving%202005_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I are geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening watching &lt;em&gt;Mythbustas. &lt;/em&gt;I have to say...I did learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are throwing a party and you forgot to chill the beer - if you place your cans in salt/ice water it will chill your 6 pack (to 37 degrees)  in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to chill your beer faster is with a fire extinguisher (2 minutes). Granted it costs a bit more - but it IS faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115396722300487710?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115396722300487710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115396722300487710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115396722300487710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115396722300487710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-at-geekville.html' title='A Night at Geekville'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115370894190136375</id><published>2006-07-23T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:13:26.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned this weekend....</title><content type='html'>Easy money can come with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend &lt;a href="http://kellslittleadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelscraggly&lt;/a&gt; works for a company that is privvy to new clinic study information before it's released to the public. The most recent study was allergy related and Kelscraggly thought I would be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To qualify it was necessary for me to stop taking my allergy medicine for 3 days, go to Iowa City to get tested, and if I qualified for the study I could be eligible for the $300! SIGN ME UP! Help science determine if there is a better way to fight Ragweed and make some moola? Hells yes! Mr. Chep was concerned about me stopping my allergy medicine - but I assured him I would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Monday. On Thursday I went down to IC for the first step in the study. I read all the rules of the study and donated my arm to science. They placed 3 drops of stuff (yes that's the scientific term) on my arm and scratched my skin to let it "sink" in. This was the test to see if I was allergic to Ragweed. So I wait for something to happen. All of a sudden part of my arm starts to burn and itch. Holy good god. Talk about ITCHY! Much to my dismay - that was not the ragweed. Come to find out - Chep isn't allergic to ragweed. Huh. Ah well. At least I know what it isn't. There are only a hundred other things it could be....Kelscraggly says she will take me down sometime and we'll figure it out. NO kidding...I'd like to know why the heck I am taking the allegra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came back from the study I started back on my allergy medicine. Come to find out - it wasn't soon enough. I am now suffering from a stuffy head, sinus pressure and coughing like MAD.  Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two lessons here.&lt;br /&gt;1. Allergy medicine is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not allergic to ragweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my friend "M" had a party at her house in IC.  She had her husband have a beautiful house situated on a pond.  Houses in their neighborhood are fairly close together. The people in the house 2 doors down leave the blinds open and walk around nude. We had a few "shows" before they realized it would be a good idea to shut the blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening - the sirens were blowing and the firetruck whizzed by the house. So "S" turned on the scanner to find out what happened ("S" is an EMT). There were no flames - but an a LOAD of smoke. Come to find out the homeowner (who was not home) left a pot on the stove and it melted. The firemen had to "break-in" the house to remove the hazard and air out the house.  In case you were wondering - the firemen left a note about the fire and what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons here:&lt;br /&gt;3. If you walk around nude in your home...close your blinds.&lt;br /&gt;4. A melted pot makes an assload of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you are not home and the fire department enters your house - they leave you a note on your door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent today on the couch (coughing up a lung) and checking the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagoyachtclub.org/racetomackinac/results.cfm?Class=Section%202"&gt;Mackinac Race results&lt;/a&gt;. My uncle's boat's name is &lt;em&gt;Majic.&lt;/em&gt; No results yet, but I keep checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful weekend - and maybe you learned a little from my post today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115370894190136375?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115370894190136375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115370894190136375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115370894190136375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115370894190136375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-learned-this-weekend.html' title='What I learned this weekend....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115354264456833377</id><published>2006-07-21T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:30:44.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme I Stole From Kelscraggly</title><content type='html'>GRUB-OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Red French/Catalina/Western….depends on where you’re from on what ya call it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Culver’s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite sit down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Giordano’s&lt;/p&gt;On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;20-25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?&lt;br /&gt;Crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three foods you detest above all others.&lt;br /&gt;Coconut, Canteloupe, peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dish to order in a Chinese restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Hot and sour soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the location of the pizza joint. Iowa – Pepperoni. Chicago – SAUSAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Raspberry Preserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite type of gum?&lt;br /&gt;I love them all.(well except grape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECH-OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Number of contacts in your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;More than Mr. Chep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of contacts in your email address book?&lt;br /&gt;Work -  So many you just might gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Home: Clouds. Work: Daisy  (Both photos I took myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your screensaver on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Default&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there naked pictures saved on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr. Chep and I share computers….so hard tellin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many land line phones do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kitchen appliance do you use the least?&lt;br /&gt;Blender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the format of the radio station you listen to the most?&lt;br /&gt;XM Radio - online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BI-OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider to be your best physical attribute?&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you right handed or left handed?&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your smile?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;Teeth (not wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to?&lt;br /&gt;Not really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to read when you go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;I’m too quick to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?&lt;br /&gt;Smell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;A year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the heaviest item you lift regularly?&lt;br /&gt;My fat butt out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;Briefly when I hit a fence full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISC-OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your first name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you express your artistic side?&lt;br /&gt;Preparing candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you think you look best in?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think you could last in a medium security prison?&lt;br /&gt;Mama Chep would kill me before I made it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;I worked in a park and mowed regularly so bugs were on the menu often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we weren’t bound by society’s conventions, do you have a relative you would make a pass at?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;Oye..NEXT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever saved someone’s life?&lt;br /&gt;If you count giving blood…then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;People have saved my ass…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE-OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000?&lt;br /&gt;Tax free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have sex with a member of the same sex for $10,000?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;I have had dismemberment insurance and never did – so I’m thinkin no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah – but I’m not sure I could give up the flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I could do that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah – I love me some hot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, couldn’t do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you shave your head and get your entire body waxed for $5,000?&lt;br /&gt;My hair grows fast – and most people pay to have their bodies waxed so SURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115354264456833377?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115354264456833377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115354264456833377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115354264456833377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115354264456833377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/meme-i-stole-from-kelscraggly.html' title='Meme I Stole From Kelscraggly'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115319430016864210</id><published>2006-07-17T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:45:00.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toasted Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Named after the sandwich Grandma R. used to make. Here's the make-up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*2 slices of bread. Toasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*1 slice of american cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*30 seconds in the microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***Hot***Gooey***kinda soggy***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty much sums up my day - so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rattle, rattle, rattle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The smell of &lt;strong&gt;Limburger&lt;/strong&gt; on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must be time for &lt;strong&gt;Pepper (Jack)&lt;/strong&gt; to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's already 80 degrees at 6:00AM. Damn gonna be a hot one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little &lt;strong&gt;shredded &lt;/strong&gt;wheat and the paper get me going for the day. Iowa news - a little on the &lt;strong&gt;dry&lt;/strong&gt; side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boss left me a message - out sick. Hopefully he'll come back as a &lt;strong&gt;Fresh Jack&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote 1 report, fixed a major &lt;strong&gt;curd&lt;/strong&gt;, and when I stepped out at lunch it was 107.  Talk about &lt;strong&gt;Frying Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepper (Jack)&lt;/strong&gt; and I had lunch together - and on my way back to work - Hickey called me, he was one &lt;strong&gt;brick&lt;/strong&gt; shy of a full load. Freaking out over work. I got the  &lt;strong&gt;(Texas) Longhorn&lt;/strong&gt; smoothed over and started to &lt;strong&gt;churn&lt;/strong&gt; away at my second report of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After word that we might get storms I made a call down to &lt;strong&gt;Maytag (blue cheese)&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to Mr. Chep about dinner.  We decided to take both cars up to the north side and park in the garage at the mall to protect them from the baseball sized hail on it's way to CR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner at a chainy, Irish wanna be pub. Had me a &lt;strong&gt;blue cheese&lt;/strong&gt; burger, with some sort of nasty gravy on it. I do not recommend combining gravy and &lt;strong&gt;blue cheese&lt;/strong&gt;. Ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We avoided the rain, wind and potential hail and headed back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is when I fell upon Zilla's contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here it is. My days are so dull I had to integrate cheese in the story. Boy do I have a boring life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115319430016864210?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115319430016864210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115319430016864210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115319430016864210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115319430016864210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/toasted-cheese.html' title='Toasted Cheese'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115300357106580448</id><published>2006-07-15T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:46:11.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shellsburg Big Day Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/190323790/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/190323790_fabaa356a5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/190323790/"&gt;Shellsburg Big Day Parade&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent the morning (90 degree morning I might add) in Shellsburg, IA at their "Big Day" parade. (No Mr. Chep didn't go, he was required to stay home and rest - he's been sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend "E" grew up, and still lives in Shellsburg, as do his very cool parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful morning and I captured some very interesting shots...this being one of my favorites. Check out my Flickr account for more shots!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115300357106580448?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115300357106580448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115300357106580448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115300357106580448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115300357106580448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/shellsburg-big-day-parade.html' title='Shellsburg Big Day Parade'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115300456642822203</id><published>2006-07-15T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:04:59.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits from Zilla</title><content type='html'>I took this from &lt;a href="http://coffeehouser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zilla&lt;/a&gt;....she told me to tag myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Fridge:&lt;br /&gt;Homemade chicken soup from last night&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry preserves from Canada&lt;br /&gt;Jalapeno/Cheddar Brats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Purse:&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;My-pod&lt;br /&gt;Nearly dead cell phone&lt;br /&gt;Wintermint Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Closet:&lt;br /&gt;10 pair of shoes most people could use as skis&lt;br /&gt;2 Bridesmaids dresses&lt;br /&gt;2 Letterman's Jackets (circa 1992 and 1995 - sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;Handbeaded sequin shawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Car (this week...it's Mr. Chep's truck)&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton College camp chair (from this morning parade)&lt;br /&gt;XM Radio&lt;br /&gt;Wirestripper and screwdriver&lt;br /&gt;Dog hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tag Kelscraggly...she likes these things! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115300456642822203?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115300456642822203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115300456642822203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115300456642822203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115300456642822203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/tidbits-from-zilla.html' title='Tidbits from Zilla'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115267544486003173</id><published>2006-07-11T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:37:24.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son...Part Duex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/176808166/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/176808166_d3bcff64b7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/176808166/"&gt;Grandpa and Uncle Dorsey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is grandpa and Uncle D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sailors....for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Uncle D in the Mackinac Race!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115267544486003173?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115267544486003173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115267544486003173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115267544486003173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115267544486003173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-father-like-sonpart-duex.html' title='Like Father, Like Son...Part Duex'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115267534027463215</id><published>2006-07-11T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:35:40.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a Sailor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/174996116/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/174996116_12d5f2f8e8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/174996116/"&gt;DCP_0484&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandpa has always been a sailor. Always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now 85 years (young) and still owns and sails a 22' Atlantic City Cat Boat. He passed his love of sailing (and boating) on to his children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's only son, "Uncle D" is preparing to sail in the 2006 Mackinac Race. He has been successful in years past and I wish him luck in his 29th  run in the Chicago to Mackinac race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boat (as you all know ...Mr. Chep and our fishing trips!) but I haven't sailed since college (Iowa doesn't have much in the way of sailing waters, nor do I have a sailboat) but I did take sailing in college! (Writermom has a photo of that somewhere - as do I) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me that Grandpa will even get on a boat, much less sail one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-three (63) years ago, Grandpa was on the USS Helena when it when it was struck by 3 torpedoes in the Pacific ocean and sank  on July 6, 1943. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared his story in the local paper on May 30th of this year. Sometime when I have a little more time I will share his amazing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I want to wish my Uncle D the best of luck in the race - and a speedy recovery to Grandpa so he can get back on the water.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115267534027463215?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115267534027463215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115267534027463215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115267534027463215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115267534027463215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-of-sailor.html' title='The life of a Sailor'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115228171874384090</id><published>2006-07-07T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:15:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Salt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/174996325/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/174996325_d725dc8719_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/174996325/"&gt;Thanksgiving 2005_0342&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This photo was taken in November of this year. He is now a spry 85 - and LIVID that he can't drive (well for the time being - his eye is swollen shut from the shingles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I picked him up and took him over to my mom and dad's (his daughter's) to eat lunch and watch baseball with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather, an avid White Sox fan has never been to see a game. No, don't mean he has never seen the new field, I mean he has NEVER been to a White Sox game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my goal to get him there this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you hadn't heard the Chicago White Sox won the World Series last year, so trying to find tickets for my grandfather, my husband and me (in lower level seating - Grandpa doesn't get around really well) is next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know of anyone that has weekend tickets they are looking to sell send them my way!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115228171874384090?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115228171874384090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115228171874384090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115228171874384090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115228171874384090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-salt.html' title='The Old Salt'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115194115212798697</id><published>2006-07-03T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:39:12.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this WWII?  No it's Indiana.</title><content type='html'>It's 9:00am.  There is a loud BOOM in the distance. I am starting feel like I am living in an episode of M*A*S*H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1, 2006, Indiana made it not only legal to purchase fireworks in the state, but to blow off your hand...I mean shoot them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering to what I am referring; Indiana was always able to SELL fireworks, but before your purchase you were asked to sign a waiver stating that you were going to leave the state to shoot them off **wink.** (Illinois it's legal to shoot them off but not possess - hence the millions of firework stands along the Indiana/Illinois border)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the case this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we spent most of our time indoors, so the sound of the M-80 wasn't noticed (actually we were up in the "ghetto" so often I thought they were gunshots.)  We did notice on our drive home an unusual amount of neighborhood fireworks being blasted into the air, but thought nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning there was an article in the paper describing what fireworks give you the most BANG for your buck...which fizzle - which flop; including a note saying that fireworks were now legal in the greate state of Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon the fire sirens in the town of Lowell went off 4 times. Papa Chep was driving through town and went by one of the THOUSANDS of firework stands and saw 2 police cars and an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me next year there will be a town ordinance against shooting fireworks off in town. Until then, wake up Indiana to the sound of bottle rockets and firecrackers....IT'S LEGAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115194115212798697?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115194115212798697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115194115212798697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115194115212798697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115194115212798697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-wwii-no-its-indiana.html' title='Is this WWII?  No it&apos;s Indiana.'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115163811923292809</id><published>2006-06-29T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:28:39.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/178095949/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/178095949_733f372c07_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/178095949/"&gt;Rinsing it off&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See we do pick up good habits from our parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after this shot Mr. Chep soaked me with the hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors must think we are 12!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115163811923292809?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115163811923292809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115163811923292809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115163811923292809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115163811923292809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like father, Like Son'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115159029370639998</id><published>2006-06-29T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:11:33.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Draggin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/177460609/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/67/177460609_f9e7b842c5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chepner/177460609/"&gt;Carrie and Kelly&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chepner/"&gt;Chepner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I blame these 2 for a fun night out that has left me tired, tired, tired today!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115159029370639998?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115159029370639998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115159029370639998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115159029370639998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115159029370639998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-draggin.html' title='I&apos;m Draggin....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115153458499917855</id><published>2006-06-28T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:43:05.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddity for today</title><content type='html'>You know you don't wear skirts enough when you wear a new skirt (with cute shoes) and your boss says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHOA - nice shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many compliments on my outfit. Made me feel pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115153458499917855?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115153458499917855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115153458499917855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115153458499917855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115153458499917855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/oddity-for-today.html' title='Oddity for today'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115146695360740348</id><published>2006-06-27T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:55:53.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Mama Chep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...this week has been a little more eventful than most at work. This alone has kept me busy, busy, busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone looking to run an MA department at a small Iowa school???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain though, my mother has been working her tail off to help my grandfather (85) get over a case of Shingles. She is more than busy....it's a good thing she has the summers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of a parent can be difficult not only physically, but emotionally as well. Taking care of my grandfather - is a whole different ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa still lives in the house that he built when he got married many, many years ago. He has encountered more in his 85 years than most people can dream about. He has been on his own since 1996 when we lost grandma. Since then he has learned to cook (not great - but he keeps himself fed), pay the bills and even continue to send Christmas cards (not without some help from mom of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me very proud to have him as a grandfather. One day I will tell his story. Today it's about mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is the only of her 3 siblings that has stayed in the immediate area. In fact she lives across town. So when grandpa got sick last week - it was up to her to make sure he got to the doctor. When his only good eye swelled shut, it was up to mom to travel across town 4 times a day to put eye drops in his eye to reduce the swelling. She is doing a wonderful job taking care of him despite his grumpy disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to mom - and her devotion to her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your chin up mom....he doesn't mean to be grumpy. OH and we will be there this weekend...so you have that to look forward to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115146695360740348?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115146695360740348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115146695360740348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115146695360740348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115146695360740348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a week'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115127159375759894</id><published>2006-06-25T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:39:53.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW...the UK does it up right!</title><content type='html'>I have a wedding to go to next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was searching online for this couple's bridal registry (at a nationwide store that is) I stumbled across an interesting link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yougotbeer.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this link is no longer functional. BUT as I searched for a similar site I did locate this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buymeabeer.com/"&gt;http://www.buymeabeer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about fun and easy! Too bad it's a UK exclusive (London to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for making this a US reality? I'd buy the first one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115127159375759894?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115127159375759894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115127159375759894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115127159375759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115127159375759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/wowthe-uk-does-it-up-right.html' title='WOW...the UK does it up right!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115077434532035397</id><published>2006-06-19T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:35:43.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life - Walk for a Cure</title><content type='html'>June 16 and 17 was the Linn County (Iowa) Relay for Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org/docroot/par/content/PAR_1_Relay_For_Life.asp"&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/a&gt; it is an overnight walk designed to raise money and awareness about cancer. The walk in Linn County was from 7:00pm - 10:00am and over the past 16 years has raised over 2 million dollars for the American Cancer Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know I was part of the entertainment committee - helping to get mascots, prizes, and local police and fire departments on site at the event. I also was a participant in the Relay walking approximately 5-6 hours. Some of those hours I was on "Prize Patrol" but 2.25 hours (2:45AM - 5:00AM) was spent walking non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our event raised $310,ooo - our best event to date and I have many of you to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was $100. Not a large amount, but as my mother pointed out: I'm not good at raising money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the generosity of my Blogger friends proved this to be untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I reach that $100 goal.....I exceeded it, by raising a total of $195.00!! *Second highest on my team I might add*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG THANKS go out to my supporters...thank you ALL for your donation to the fight against cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;WriterMom&lt;/a&gt; (the most supportive friend a girl could have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/life_in_the_pumpkin_shell/149530087/"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt; (son of WriterMom and the coolest kid I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeehouser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zilla&lt;/a&gt; (the hippest chic on the block)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fineartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fine Artist&lt;/a&gt; (world traveler and incredible artist)&lt;br /&gt;"K"- Sista Chep (my awesome kid sista)&lt;br /&gt;Mama Chep (the lady who made me the girl I am...thanks mom!)&lt;br /&gt;Miss "A" at Hamilton College ($70 from bottles and cans collected over the course of the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event had bands, clowns, magicians...even a &lt;em&gt;Dude looks like a lady&lt;/em&gt; contest! One of our team members entered....and I must say was the prettiest man out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DSCN0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to EVERYONE for their donations and support for the American Cancer Society!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115077434532035397?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115077434532035397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115077434532035397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115077434532035397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115077434532035397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/relay-for-life-walk-for-cure.html' title='Relay for Life - Walk for a Cure'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115069369186996954</id><published>2006-06-18T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:23:08.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons My Dad Kicks A**</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_0323.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_0323.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. He looks like William Shatner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/shatner%20singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/shatner%20singing.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. He gave me his denim blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;8. He taught me how to play golf (My ability should not reflect his teaching skills...) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. No one makes a better pancake!&lt;br /&gt;6. He's a smooth operator&lt;br /&gt;5. He embraces all types of music (yes even RAP...well at least the song &lt;em&gt;"You Can't Touch This")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He supported his kids in all their ventures&lt;br /&gt;3. He has the uncanny ability to turn cardboard into a million different &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;objects...such as this dragon!&lt;br /&gt;2. He can "bust a move" better than most!&lt;br /&gt;1. He made me who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for everything dad! I miss and love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115069369186996954?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115069369186996954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115069369186996954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115069369186996954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115069369186996954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/top-10-reasons-my-dad-kicks.html' title='Top 10 Reasons My Dad Kicks A**'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115025750237211310</id><published>2006-06-13T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:58:22.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/fish_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/fish_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a little blurry - this is a photo taken when I spent some time in South Carolina on business a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a giant Peach (in case you couldn't tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited with my friend "E" today, he took me out to dinner (where I received a lesson on the difference between &lt;em&gt;Broasted, fried and deep fried &lt;/em&gt;chicken.) Little did I know Iowans take such pride in their cooking fat! "E" reminds me often I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; Yankee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat and enjoyed our broasted chicken we chatted about southern food. I was reminded of the 6 weeks I spend in Duncan, SC. It wasn't until working in the south that I realized the true difference between the northern and southern states. I had visted other states before, but hadn't spent this much time working in another area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Iowa, I noticed a pretty big difference in the work ethic, and the pace that people worked, but other than that, people were similar....just a little nicer than NW Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina was a TOTAL change in what I was used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working in Duncan, my main job was to hire employees for a facility we staffed. I was not prepared for the different culture of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People called me maame.&lt;br /&gt;There were people that looked at the table when answering questions (like I was "above" them)&lt;br /&gt;They ate their peanuts &lt;em&gt;BOILED &lt;/em&gt;(which I didn't care for)&lt;br /&gt;They ate their pickles &lt;em&gt;fried &lt;/em&gt;(which I actually miss)&lt;br /&gt;They had fried pig skin (or fat, can't remember - but it was gross)&lt;br /&gt;They put coleslaw on their BBQ (which I still do to this day)&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of Magnolia still makes me think of those HOT spring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the opportunity to be world travelers. I have been to the Caribbean when I was younger- but I have found that it's a different world just a few states south!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115025750237211310?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115025750237211310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115025750237211310&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115025750237211310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115025750237211310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/southern-memories.html' title='Southern Memories'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-115007552418813209</id><published>2006-06-11T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:25:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a slacker....</title><content type='html'>It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=128536&amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae128536=A0EC37ACFA31467FAF15800126718105&amp;supId=125646555"&gt;Relay for Life &lt;/a&gt;is next week (June 16 and 17) and although I got 8 different mascots, 2 Police Departments and the Fire Deparment to volunteer their time to this worthy cause; I have only raised $20 (thank you SO much &lt;a href="http://coffeehouser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zilla&lt;/a&gt; and Mama Chep!) I am just not good at asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also failed to clean my house for the 2nd weekend in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shed needs to be painted (although I must admit the rain helped with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID however do laundry and my friend E did clip the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week will be a little more productive....and hopefully a little more profitable for the &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=128536&amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae128536=A0EC37ACFA31467FAF15800126718105&amp;amp;supId=125646555"&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-115007552418813209?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/115007552418813209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=115007552418813209&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115007552418813209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/115007552418813209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-slacker.html' title='I am a slacker....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114973844508645951</id><published>2006-06-07T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:54:18.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/painter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/painter.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lego and I had McD's for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying our Big Mc's a group of painters walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lego asked, "Why do think painter's wear white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much discussion - I decided to ask.  These were the answers they gave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We are actually part-time doctors"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Not sure, so we can tell what color we are painting?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because that's how it's always been"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because that's how it's always been? What's up with that? I did some research and found a few answers. But I'm curious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your theory? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114973844508645951?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114973844508645951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114973844508645951&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114973844508645951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114973844508645951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114939713440962644</id><published>2006-06-03T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:58:54.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chepner Returns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a brief post...I am still doing laundry and unpacking from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful visit - 6 days of peace, quiet and great fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more a little later when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing before I go - Mr. Chep wanted me to inform you that the glove is for the protection of the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DSCN0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DSCN0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114939713440962644?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114939713440962644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114939713440962644&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114939713440962644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114939713440962644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/06/chepner-returns.html' title='Chepner Returns!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114865048794178357</id><published>2006-05-26T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:34:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Volunteer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Volunteer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. Chep and I head for Canada this afternoon around 1:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first leg of our 635 mile trip will take us to Cloquet, MN which is just outside of Duluth (that is after a short stop in Owatonna, MN to visit Cabela's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a much needed vacation for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my dream I had last night about forgetting all my clothes but my PJ's doesn't come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114865048794178357?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114865048794178357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114865048794178357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114865048794178357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114865048794178357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/off-to-canada.html' title='Off to Canada'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114842356873701804</id><published>2006-05-23T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:39:02.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Stay or Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>Ah yes. The 10 million dollar question of this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday because I have had a sore throat for about 4 days (not sore...Irritating - sore like...Please God don't make me thirsty because the fluid HURTS LIKE HELL going down!) I thought it was a severe ear infection (yes Mr. Chep and I have had them that bad) but it turns out it is either Strep throat or Mono. HMM....can you say...lesser of 2 evils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I am leaving for vacation in 3 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I awoke with a burning throat (as if 8 hours of antibiotics will kill what ails me) and I lay there pondering - do I go? Do I stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fondly remember the day before (after my doctor's visit) my friends at work making their index finger crosses in my direction (with the exception of Lego that wanted me to kiss her if I had mono - apparently she lost 14 lbs last time she had it.) This memory was enough to convince me to call my boss and let him know that I was not going to make it in. OH yeah and I also did extensive research on the internet about the ailments - you know trying to diagnose myself before the doctor does...you've been there. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the stay at home proved to be in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that I am leaving for beautiful Nestor Falls, Ontario (that's Canada for the geographically challenged) on Friday. We stay at a resort owned by the Uncle and Aunt of my dear friend "E".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....as I am nearly asleep on the couch watching &lt;em&gt;pompous and Blonde - LIVE&lt;/em&gt; the phone rings. &lt;a href="http://www.arrowheadresortmotel.com/index.html"&gt;Arrowhead Resort&lt;/a&gt;? I am suddenly sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if they accidentally overbooked and they are telling us since we haven't been coming up as long as the other guy that booked it we don't get the cabin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely - not too far from the truth of the call. Only - we still have A cabin. Just not the cabin we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin we had reserved is the smallest in the camp. It sleeps 2, it's a studio and frankly there isn't a lot to it. No bells, no whistles, just a place to sleep while we cruise the lake fishing. OH yeah and did I mention - it's the cheapest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Clyde tells me that another guy had this cabin reserved awhile back and then decided to cancel. Well...now he has changed his mind and wants to stay for 3 weeks. He wants to know if he can move us to another cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you know me at all, I am a "pleaser" (some people call us pushovers...but whatever.) So I tell Clyde...sure, but we really aren't prepared to pay for the other cabin (which by the way is a 3 bedroom right on the lake, 2 doors down from the beach.) So he agrees that he will let us stay in the larger cabin - at the same cost! Clyde then proceeds to tell me that the fish are bitin' and the weather is great - so it should be a good trip. I feel like it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have this big ole cabin, on the lake, for the same cost of the studio with a "view" of the lake. Not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep has already said he make fork over a little more for the bigger cabin - just because the owners are good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I chose to stay home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114842356873701804?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114842356873701804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114842356873701804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114842356873701804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114842356873701804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I Stay or Should I Go?'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114825388569851960</id><published>2006-05-21T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:24:45.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams - Hard to come by....</title><content type='html'>The last few nights I have been suffering from insomnia. I know, there are probably many of you that have been affected by the inability of sleep (yes I have noticed posting times on some on your blogs) but, this is a little different for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you suffer from chronic insomnia please stop reading now or you may begin to seriously dislike me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people that is asleep when their head hits the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a long line of "sleepers" (as Mr. Chep puts it - he is not a "sleeper" and often lies awake cursing me and my damn snoring...but anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up it wasn't uncommon to come into the family room to find my father asleep with the remote in his hand watching some SciFi program. Often my sister and I would take the remote when my father would awake and proclaim, "HEY - I was watching that" (yeah sure you were.) In his defense my father was diagnosed with sleep apnea a few years back and the sleeping isn't as often - but he does still "nap" on the couch with the remote in his hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is also a "sleeper." I can't begin to count the number of times I have called my sister at 7:00 or 8:00pm to have her sleeping. I can't account for her day - as I am sure it is very mentally taxing - but come on. 7PM? Oye. I quit feeling bad about waking her up years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also common knowledge that any family function will have at least one family member asleep before it's over. Nope - not just when we have turkey...it could be any number of food items - but mark my words at least one holiday has at least one of Chep's family passed out on a couch (yep - my mom and brother-in-law too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have heard of this "insomnia"...in fact Mr. Chep suffers from it regularly. I however do not. So on Wednesday night I awoke at 2:15am staring at the ceiling I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do or think. SO I laid there. After awhile I checked the clock. 2:30am. DAMN. This went on for the next 2.5 hours. When I finally did fall back asleep, it was time for Mr. Chep to get up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for 2 days, until Friday night when I had to take the medication for my pituitary tumor (knocks me out) and last night when I took 3 Tylenol PM for my head (damn allergies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope this phenomenon quits soon - Next week will be really long if I can't sleep and I am getting up at 5:00 am to fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah - and 4 more working days until I am on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114825388569851960?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114825388569851960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114825388569851960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114825388569851960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114825388569851960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-dreams-hard-to-come-by.html' title='Sweet Dreams - Hard to come by....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114800857833322932</id><published>2006-05-18T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:28:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KY Fried Crap</title><content type='html'>I have an confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an odd chicken, duck, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? Well I am a firm believer that the food on your plate should not touch. My grandfather's Thanksgiving plate kinda wigs me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the nationwide Fried Crap chain has just released the most disturbing menu item. It's all of your necessary food groups, covered in gravy and served in a bowl. Can I just say ICK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 1: Mashed Potatoes (which I don't particularly like...reminds me of already chewed food)&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2: Sweet corn&lt;br /&gt;Layer 3: Bite sized chicken pieces (Fried of course)&lt;br /&gt;Layer 4: OK not really a layer - more like a drench in brown gravy&lt;br /&gt;Layer 5: Three cheese blend (OK I have to admit I like many a thing covered in cheese...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This is a nightmare for people like me. There are more of us out there than you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge....it's one of my quirks. Just don't eat one in front of me and we're good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114800857833322932?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114800857833322932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114800857833322932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114800857833322932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114800857833322932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/ky-fried-crap.html' title='KY Fried Crap'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114763621631310068</id><published>2006-05-14T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:50:16.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My Mother....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;June Cleaver, Carol Brady, Marion Cunningham and Mama Chep. What one thing do all these ladies have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one kid, at one time – wished they had one of these ladies for a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, our house was where all the kids wanted to come. Pool, big backyard, pizza and an endless supply of pop! Yes, all the kids I knew thought that my mom was TOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be honest. When I was a teenager, there were times that my mother embarrassed me. Heck, who wasn’t embarrassed by their mother at some point during their childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back, those things that embarrassed me, were the exact things that I lovingly remember today: Mom yelling at the ballpark, at my volleyball games, cheering on my sister while she ran her heart out (mom did a lot of cheering!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, mom embarrassed me; but she did some really cool stuff too. I bet June Cleaver never let Beaver dissect a frog (much less do it in the kitchen and provide all the tools to do so!) I can bet that Carol Brady never let her kids raise chinchillas or albino rats, and I’m pretty sure that Marion Cunningham never went Mexico and brought back her kids shot glasses and a 1/5 of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we live 4 hours from my parents and my sister lives 2 hours away so we were not able to spend Mother’s Day with Mama Chep…so we sent flowers. There was an issue with the arrangement sent to my mother. I chatted with the young man at 1800weeds.com and he asked permission to call my mother at 8:45 PM to see if she received her flowers (even though I assured him had she gotten them she would have called us VERY excited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was gone no more than 5 minutes. When he came back the first thing he said was “I must say, that your mother is a very nice lady.” I strongly agreed – she’s a lot of fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s to my mother…Mama Chep we love and miss you! Wish we could be there to celebrate your special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother’s Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114763621631310068?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114763621631310068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114763621631310068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114763621631310068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114763621631310068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribute-to-my-mother.html' title='A Tribute to My Mother....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114758178387510360</id><published>2006-05-13T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:43:03.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumps, Iowa and The Chepner's</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, the state put out a message urging Iowans between the ages of 18 and 46 to recieve a second (or a first) mumps vaccination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like needles and Grandpa Chep said he had a horrible reaction to the vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go when we come back from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not excite about this. But since I work at a school and Mr. Chep works at a large manufacturing facility - I guess we better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope we can keep in the clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114758178387510360?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114758178387510360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114758178387510360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114758178387510360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114758178387510360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/mumps-iowa-and-chepners.html' title='Mumps, Iowa and The Chepner&apos;s'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114714761611859129</id><published>2006-05-08T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:06:56.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 30!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kelscraggly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few photos from Kelscraggly's pre-birthday party (pictures from Saturday - her real birthday is today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelscraggly holding her card from Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah - my little Princess and her Prince!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114714761611859129?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114714761611859129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114714761611859129&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114714761611859129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114714761611859129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-whos-30.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 30!!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114705892297667839</id><published>2006-05-07T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:28:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDENER'S BEWARE!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Chep is on his 2nd business trip in 2 weeks. This week he is in rainy and cold Raleigh, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left 8:30 this morning. After I read the paper, I decided to do some yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started simple. Weed the herb garden. Went well. I edged the driveway (manually - on my hands and knees) - cake - compared to the next project I decided to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved in, we put a large flower bed in the front of the house and filled it with different types of flowers. Due to its location, we had some trouble finding ones that worked in the half sun/half shade location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother (Mrs. Green Thumb) suggested a low growing plant that could survive in any kind of light. In fact, she assured me - I couldn't kill it. She wasn't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/bishop"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/bishop%27s%20weed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop's Weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plant took over my flower bed. I believe it has teeth. Since its addition to the flower bed I lost: purple coneflowers, sage, thyme, gerber daisies and 2 lavender plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "cannibal" had to be removed today. I filled TWO 39 gallon trash bags with this evil perennial - that I am SURE will come back. How am I sure? I have removed it before. It comes - back. I am convinced that it will continue to come back until I locate the correct voodoo chant and pass this cursed plant onto some other inexperienced gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114705892297667839?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114705892297667839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114705892297667839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114705892297667839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114705892297667839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/gardeners-beware.html' title='GARDENER&apos;S BEWARE!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114653919344358468</id><published>2006-05-01T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:48:21.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty - IT WORKS!</title><content type='html'>7 weeks ago my microwave died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago Mr. Chep got me a new microwave. Amana Radarange with ALL the bells and whistles (on discount of course.) It's awesome. I don't even have to tell it how long to pop the popcorn - it just knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - when the old microwave died (7 weeks ago) I moved it to the doorway of our spare room and asked Mr. Chep to dispose of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 7 weeks ago. As of this morning it was still in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep is leaving for a business trip tomorrow morning. He was rattling off a list of things he had to do....so I included removing the microwave from the doorway in that list. He looked at me with the look that says "You have been nagging me for weeks and I haven't done it - you know there must be a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that look I responded, "The reason I have been nagging you, is I really don't want you to go away on your trip, forget to get dispose of the microwave, and have me be mad for the entire time you are gone because I couldn't clean the spare room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? He removed the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No argument, no grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting it in perspective and being honest worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114653919344358468?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114653919344358468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114653919344358468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114653919344358468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114653919344358468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/05/honesty-it-works.html' title='Honesty - IT WORKS!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114636070402343928</id><published>2006-04-29T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:31:44.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note from Mama Chep</title><content type='html'>WE WON!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advisory class won the Spring Boxtops for Education competition!!!!!!  They are thrilled!!!!!  We could not have done it without all of your help....For some of these kids, it will be the only thing they win in their lives so you gave them the opportunity to be the BEST...on the top of the heap....and they are very proud....so again, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks that you continue to save the boxtops as they have a fall contest as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114636070402343928?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114636070402343928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114636070402343928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114636070402343928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114636070402343928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/note-from-mama-chep.html' title='A note from Mama Chep'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114625140616783637</id><published>2006-04-28T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:10:06.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Administrative Professionals Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something to ponder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***One of the Administrative Professionals jobs is to ensure that their boss(es) are reminded of reports, special projects and special days.  SO - does an AP need to remind their boss of Administrative Professional's Day??!!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know - I am an Administrative Assistant for the Director of Education at a small college here in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first administrative position, so last year on Administrative Professionals Day, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't know about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't know what to expect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when my boss forgot - I didn't know. Heck I didn't know until one of the department heads brought me some MK products (love those Satin Fingers!) Needless to say - my boss felt like a tool. He took me to lunch and apologized profusely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter how many times I told him it wasn't a big deal - he never seemed to believe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway - Wednesday was AP Day this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn't forget this year. In fact, he was the only one in the office that remembered (besides the same department head that remembered last year)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So not only did he make sure I got flowers - all the other admins did too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boss is a great guy - and he sure did make all of us ladies feel special!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114625140616783637?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114625140616783637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114625140616783637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114625140616783637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114625140616783637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/administrative-professionals-day.html' title='Administrative Professionals Day'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114590031730114357</id><published>2006-04-24T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:49:58.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting involved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/RelayForLife_logo_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/RelayForLife_logo_140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my first real volunteer activity since I have moved to Iowa - and frankly I don't think I could have picked a better organization in which to become involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In college I did a lot of volunteer work through Alpha Phi Omega and I really enjoyed giving back to the community. When I graduated I did some volunteering through the parks department but not much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hamilton College (where I work) emphasizes giving back to the community. In fact all students are required to take a Human Dynamics course which requires the class creates a project in order to give back to others. We are also allotted 4 hours a month in order to volunteer in our favorite charity. Working in this kind of environment has taught me to examine my life, and what I can do to help others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, I didn't do much. Until this opportunity presented itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people in my life have been touched by cancer. My grandmother has lost nearly all her siblings to the disease and now my father has been fighting his own battle with skin cancer. This, along with the never ending fear that I too will someday face skin cancer, has prompted me to become involved in this worthy cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hamilton College sponsors a team in the Relay for Life and I have volunteered to walk in the 12 hour event (hence the trips to the gym!) I have also been involved in the entertainment committee working to get volunteers to come to spend some time at the event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a participant I am working to raise my share of the team cost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$100. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 friends - to give $10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would like to help me raise my $100 please &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=128536&amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae128536=E526D24A961D4266B9CC6FCF88910608&amp;supId=125646555"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would rather not help me - at least help the &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=128536&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae128536=29506ACD58254D778A7F9195A2B4E69A&amp;amp;supId=125646555"&gt;Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt; in your hometown. It's a wonderful organization that has contributed to almost every major discovery in cancer research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know - the life you save, might be your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114590031730114357?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114590031730114357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114590031730114357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114590031730114357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114590031730114357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-getting-involved.html' title='I&apos;m getting involved!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114576535429412111</id><published>2006-04-22T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:09:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins....</title><content type='html'>It was sunny and 65 today. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/042206005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/042206005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat called - it wanted to see the water. We obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/042206002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/042206002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/042206009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/042206009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't catch anything - except a little wind burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll try again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114576535429412111?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114576535429412111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114576535429412111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114576535429412111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114576535429412111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114481190053857089</id><published>2006-04-11T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:18:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$10K for WHAT?</title><content type='html'>OK - I am not political person. So maybe that's why I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain famous Texas politician was in Iowa today to support a local congressman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to have lunch, hear the rancher speak and support the candidate you forked over $250. If you wanted to have your picture taken with Jr. it would cost you $10K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I can think of so many other ways to spend $10,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114481190053857089?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114481190053857089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114481190053857089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114481190053857089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114481190053857089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/10k-for-what.html' title='$10K for WHAT?'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114451061176194770</id><published>2006-04-08T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:37:04.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Chepner's Disappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Hamilton038004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Hamilton038004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I haven't been completely honest about where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I was in and out of the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - our school had graduation (2 weeks ago) - which always keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - we start a new term on Monday - which keeps me busier than graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - I must admit.  I have a new obsession. &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/2006/04/mother-ship-news-magazine.html"&gt;Writermom &lt;/a&gt; has her Flickr - I have - the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit the blog lags will only get worse as fishing season arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I am not ignoring you - in this case I am trying to put my health first (doctor strongly suggested) and I am taking it very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway - that's where I am - trying to win the second round of the Biggest Loser contest at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait - I'll probably end up pregnant and lose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114451061176194770?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114451061176194770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114451061176194770&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114451061176194770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114451061176194770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/truth-about-chepners-disappearance.html' title='The Truth About Chepner&apos;s Disappearance'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114446659952330575</id><published>2006-04-07T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:23:19.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal emotions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/napping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/napping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 years old I woke up in the middle of the night staring at a shadow of my Miniature Schanuzer and I was scared out of my wits because in the dream I just woke from my dog was 8 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a similar feeling this morning, only I wasn't scared - I was PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking that I had been fired from the musical in which I was the star. Now mind you I have NEVER starred in a musical (unless you count the part I played in Writermom's music video in college set to the tune of Prince's - &lt;em&gt;Let's Go Crazy&lt;/em&gt;) nor do I even work at a school that has a drama department. How I came to star in a musical where the Campus President was director I will never know. I do know that I haven't had that feeling when I woke up in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I don't sleep on the job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114446659952330575?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114446659952330575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114446659952330575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114446659952330575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114446659952330575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/nocturnal-emotions.html' title='Nocturnal emotions....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114403814528079409</id><published>2006-04-02T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:22:25.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Indiana to DST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's 11:14pm in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from Daylight Saving Time lag. Slept late. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hoosiers - how are you coping with your FIRST change in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing that the Hoosier state decided to stay on Eastern time, when the 2 areas in the state that were already practicing DST were on Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah - and the White Sox are on their 3rdh hour of the weather delay. Mr. Chep is still up waiting to watch the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114403814528079409?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114403814528079409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114403814528079409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114403814528079409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114403814528079409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-indiana-to-dst.html' title='Welcome Indiana to DST!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114403401570775593</id><published>2006-04-02T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:13:35.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving Chepner's existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Writermom%20boxtops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Writermom%20boxtops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; According to the US Postal Service THIS is a suspicious letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This letter was from &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt; and inside were boxtops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I don't have a PO box assigned to Chepner, nor do I have proof of "Chepner's" existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days ago I went to pick up my mail at the PO box and I had received a notice of mail being delivered to "Chepner's Boxtop Challenge" and for MY PROTECTION I had to come in to the post office, bring proof of identity (2 ID's) in order to receive my mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My question is this. How on earth do you prove the existence of a fictional person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the post office and explained to the nice man behind the counter what my intentions were - and he was more than willing to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a minute I was afraid they were going to hunt down &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writermom&lt;/a&gt; and arrest her for sending cereal box tops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess &lt;a href="http://openrounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dental Dad&lt;/a&gt; should leave addressing the envelopes to WM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just kidding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114403401570775593?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114403401570775593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114403401570775593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114403401570775593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114403401570775593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/proving-chepners-existence.html' title='Proving Chepner&apos;s existence'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114390294029178315</id><published>2006-04-01T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:18:58.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/doghouse%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/doghouse%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114390294029178315?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114390294029178315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114390294029178315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114390294029178315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114390294029178315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114359478938682920</id><published>2006-03-28T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:13:14.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Chep Hates to Lose</title><content type='html'>In case you don't already know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mama Chep hates to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like an example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Thanksgiving there was a contest for the homeroom to make as many words as you could out of "Happy Thanksgiving".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people had 150, 200, 300 words.  How many did mom come up with?  Over 1,000 words.&lt;br /&gt;How did she do it?  Well - she Asked Jeeves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - there is another contest that runs through the month of April at school.  She is collecting boxtops from cereal boxes to raise money for their low-income school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning class wins: They get a healthy breakfast - paid for by the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school wins: They get 10 cents for every boxtop turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you get out of this?  Well.....you get the good feeling of helping a school in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 50% of the school's population qualify for free lunches and 17% are on the reduced lunch program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what can you do to help?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SAVE THOSE BOXTOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you don't use prepared foods?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well lucky for you - they come on things like kleenex, paper towels, baggies - just visit their site &lt;a href="http://boxtops4education.com/downloads/global/products.pdf"&gt;http://boxtops4education.com/downloads/global/products.pdf&lt;/a&gt; for a list of all the participating products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when you have a few?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send them to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chepner's Boxtop Challenge&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 9792&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Rapids, IA  52404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember - it doesn't take a lot - to make a HUGE difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please mail by: 4/24/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if you can't get them in the mail - that's OK - they never expire I will continue to collect as long as she teaches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114359478938682920?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114359478938682920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114359478938682920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114359478938682920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114359478938682920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/03/mama-chep-hates-to-lose.html' title='Mama Chep Hates to Lose'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114256807286830774</id><published>2006-03-16T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:48:19.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once, twice - Three times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/syringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/syringe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had some blood work done today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am starting to lose hope in the medical field after the last few weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to fast for 12+ hours. So when I show up this morning at 9:10 I am hungry and ready to be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I mentioned I am not fond of needles?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway - she pokes me once...not too bad. Blood starts to run. Then STOPS. GRRR....she wiggles the needle...taps the vial and determines it's a bad tube. Puts on a new tube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood starts to run again. Then stops AGAIN! Now I am irritated. So she taps the bottle. She wiggles the needle. What next? Try the other arm? OH NO - she JAMS the needle up my arm. I wince in pain. Have I mentioned I don't like needles?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So by this time (hungry, thirsty and violated with a needle) I am starting to get a wee bit - faint. So she tells me she isn't comfortable continuing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCREW THAT. You are getting what you came for lady. Do what you have to do. Get that damn blood. I am NOT doing this again next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she moves me to a room with a bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokes me again - and the blood starts to run. THEN STOPS AGAIN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time I have had about all I can take. Get it over with. Get what you can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she wiggles the needle - pokes me again (I think) and gets enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114256807286830774?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114256807286830774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114256807286830774&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114256807286830774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114256807286830774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/03/once-twice-three-times.html' title='Once, twice - Three times....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114247715228122116</id><published>2006-03-15T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:45:52.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where or where has Chepner gone????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In and out of the doctor....much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that some doctors have the bedside manner of a bull in a china shop. (That's a Mama Chep phrase!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why - I ask does a PhD in medicine allow you to approach everything with absolutely no feeling?  I have spent the last few weeks trying to overcome the visits to the doctor and find a way to digest the information with a positive spin.  Needless to say - it's taking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I have been neglecting all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all of your kind words and your concerns.  I just haven't had the mindset to put anything "on screen" if you will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very long and hard road - and it could take awhile for me to get "back in the groove" but I will - I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime - thanks for checking in on me - I'll be back with more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and in the meantime - be sure to save your Boxtops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have some to send please send them to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chepner's Boxtop Challenge&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 9792&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Rapids, IA  52404&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114247715228122116?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114247715228122116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114247715228122116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114247715228122116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114247715228122116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-or-where-has-chepner-gone.html' title='Where or where has Chepner gone????'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114100999958697294</id><published>2006-02-26T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:13:19.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Clowns?</title><content type='html'>As I sit and watch the final ceremonies for the Winter 2006 Olympics I find myself a little "creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - the Games final ceremony was fun, beautiful and full of the spirit of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to ask? Why all the clowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/clown%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/clown%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114100999958697294?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114100999958697294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114100999958697294&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114100999958697294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114100999958697294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympic-clowns.html' title='Olympic Clowns?'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114074869617834597</id><published>2006-02-23T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:38:16.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today one of my best friends turns 32!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://www.writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;WriterMom&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we couldn't be with you on your special day I thought I would share some of my favorite photos of our times together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beautiful bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer?  Not us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only person who has gotten me this close to horse since I was 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn I miss the Lion.  Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/scan0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls night out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss and love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114074869617834597?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114074869617834597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114074869617834597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114074869617834597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114074869617834597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday-wish.html' title='A Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114058250270868585</id><published>2006-02-21T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:28:22.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you irritate the dog?</title><content type='html'>Go on vacation.  Leave her at her friend's house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - the dog LOVES to go to Uncle E's.  I mention his name and she perks right up.  Uncle E has 10 dogs (currently has 18 at the house because of the 8 Aussie Puppies.)  He allows my dog to sleep on the bed with him and one of his favorite Yorkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home last night.  Tired.  And pissed - at me of course.  I took her to Uncle E's so of course I am to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she is loving on me as I watch the Olympics (yeah that's what has been distracting me) so I apologize....I'll be back soon.  Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114058250270868585?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114058250270868585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114058250270868585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114058250270868585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114058250270868585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-do-you-irritate-dog.html' title='How do you irritate the dog?'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114047524005738415</id><published>2006-02-20T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:39:52.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well who knew I should write??</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Writer Mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Journalism&lt;/b&gt;. You are an aspiring journalist, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;understand your beliefs through writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114047524005738415?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114047524005738415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114047524005738415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114047524005738415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114047524005738415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-who-knew-i-should-write.html' title='Well who knew I should write??'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-114011492061146972</id><published>2006-02-16T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:47:33.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you Know....</title><content type='html'>That December 18, 1985 was Mary Lou Retton Day in the town of Lowell? You didn't? Well then let me share the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that Mama Chep is the competitive type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need proof;  visit some of these previous posts: &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/chepners-boxtop-challenge.html"&gt;Boxtop Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2005/11/formation-of-princess.html#links"&gt;Formation of a Princess&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2005/10/homemade-halloween.html"&gt;Homemade Halloween&lt;/a&gt; and T&lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2005/11/cardboard-and-duct-tape-king.html"&gt;he Cardboard and Duct Tape King&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep and I were discussing getting rid of the VCR in the bedroom. He mentioned he hasn't watched a VCR tape in over a year. I agreed with that - but I did mention that I had some things on VHS that I needed to covert to DVD before we removed it all together. He asked "Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/mary%20lou%20retton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/mary%20lou%20retton.1.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned about 3 shades of red and said "The Mary Lou Retton Tape". Of course after this response Mr. Chep needs to see this tape. I produce it. His first question was "Do you think this thing still works? It's like 21 years old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES. Hadn't thought of that. So we put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - here's the background information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know (some may be too young to remember) the 1984 Olympics was held in Los Angeles, CA. A young woman, by the name of Mary Lou Retton (age 15) scored TWO perfect 10's in the floor exercise and the vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/getin%20shape%20girl.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/getin%20shape%20girl.1.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Olympics - EVERY GIRL in America (or at least in my town) wanted to be a gymnast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1985 the company that produced "Get in Shape Girl" products held a contest. You earned points for every product of theirs that you bought OR you could send in postcard to earn points. Mama Chep heard about this and started a frenzie. She got our entire school to participate. All Mama Chep wanted was 2nd prize. Gymnasitic equipment for her PE classes. Well....the school went a little TOO far. We won the grand prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 18th, 1985 Mary Lou Retton came to visit St. Edwards Catholic School in Lowell, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/retton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/retton.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got the royal treatment - the tape captured EVERYTHING. From her arrival at the town fire station, the 3 mile ride in my grandfather's 1927 Packard CONVERTIBLE (did I mention it was December 18th in Northwest Indiana?), the ornament contest where she hung them on our tree in the gymnasium, to the individual classroom visits. If only I had the energy to capture some of those images from that tape. I do however have one from my classroom visit. Classic 110 cameras didn't take the best pictures - but this is the best one I could find.  I'm the tall redhead in the back (yeah I was the same height then as I am now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now you know.  Mary Lou Retton visited our little town all because Mama Chep's got spunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-114011492061146972?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/114011492061146972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=114011492061146972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114011492061146972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/114011492061146972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did you Know....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113980002000593345</id><published>2006-02-12T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:26:18.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/ol_logo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/ol_logo.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/asgoodasitgets.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/asgoodasitgets.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes Olive Garden and As Good As It Gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chep came to the door all dressed up. He went out and purchased some dress clothes (on his college budget that was a big deal) and brought me roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point most of our outings were inexpensive. We watched movies at my apartment or we hung out at Purdue. This was the first time we "went out". But then again - it had only been 2 weeks since we had our first outing (NYE didn't count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this night (2/13/98) that I realized that Mr. Chep was "the one." How you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well late that evening I got a phone call from a former "boyfriend" - Bill. Bill and I had dated the summer after I graduated college. He and I had a special relationship that ended when he went back to school for months after he left I was heartbroken. The night he leftI told him that he would call one day after he realized he had made a mistake - and it would be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Valentine's Day Eve 1998 was that night. When he asked if I was dating anyone - I answered "Yes". He asked if it was serious. I answered "Yes". He asked if I thought he was "the one". Without even thinking - I said "Yes". I told him I had to go - I never heard from Bill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never even crossed my mind to go back to Bill.  I had waited for a long time for that call - and when it came - it didn't matter.  I had found my soulmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113980002000593345?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113980002000593345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113980002000593345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113980002000593345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113980002000593345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-first-date.html' title='Our first date!'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113977888998818977</id><published>2006-02-12T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:14:50.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boxtop Challenge Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/envelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/envelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have received my VERY FIRST installment of boxtops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeehouser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zilla&lt;/a&gt; was the first to respond with a whopping 61 boxtops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the results are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilla: 61&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chepner:  36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU: ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember every top gives 10 cents to Lake Ridge Middle School in Gary, Indiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more information about the challenge please visit my &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/chepners-boxtop-challenge.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113977888998818977?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113977888998818977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113977888998818977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113977888998818977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113977888998818977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/boxtop-challenge-update.html' title='The Boxtop Challenge Update'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113932945175399467</id><published>2006-02-07T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:24:11.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilla's Birthday Cheer Spreads through the state....</title><content type='html'>YUP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire state of Iowa says Happy Birthday Zilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iowablogs.net/2006/02/happy_birthday_.html"&gt;Check it out! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113932945175399467?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113932945175399467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113932945175399467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113932945175399467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113932945175399467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/zillas-birthday-cheer-spreads-through.html' title='Zilla&apos;s Birthday Cheer Spreads through the state....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113931834203799138</id><published>2006-02-07T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:19:02.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The People of Iowa Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Zilla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0331%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0331%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/2-05-06_0299.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/2-05-06_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0337.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0338.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0339.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0340.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0332.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0335.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0334.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0336.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/Zilla_0333.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Zilla_0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/2-05-06_0297.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/2-05-06_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/brad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113931834203799138?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113931834203799138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113931834203799138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113931834203799138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113931834203799138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-of-iowa-say.html' title='The People of Iowa Say...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113917512262068229</id><published>2006-02-05T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:04:04.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies, Cigars and Wings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/lewinski.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J&lt;a href="http://jamoker.blogspot.com/2006/02/m-bare-aing-pics.html"&gt;amoker&lt;/a&gt; had a great post where he put it all on the table. To defend her husband's honor Writer Mom came back with her &lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/2006/02/jamoker-exposed.html"&gt;Jamoker Exposed &lt;/a&gt;post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one great one - it embarasses us all. Me, Mama and Papa Chep and my kid sister K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Bunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I DO have a good photo of Kelscraggly more FUNNY than embarrassing. I am frightened of what she might post but I am going to take a chance and throw it up anyway. It's not that bad - in fact we commonly referred to it as "The Lewinski Pic".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/lewinski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But by far the best picture I have is of my sister K sporting our favorite hair of the '80's. Don't hate me K - at least it's not the crib pic!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can't forget the dog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Picture_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK - one more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/Purdue_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's all folks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113917512262068229?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113917512262068229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113917512262068229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113917512262068229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113917512262068229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/bunnies-cigars-and-wings.html' title='Bunnies, Cigars and Wings....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113884971148049674</id><published>2006-02-01T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:08:31.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook-up of Chep and Mr. Chep Part Duex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/DCP_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/DCP_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **Note - this photo is not from this trip.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I am a little behind on the timeline. But only by two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a little lost (or don't remember) what I am talking about go visit this &lt;a href="http://chepners.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-eve-hook-up-of-mr-and-mrs.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a quick summary - Mr. Chep got my phone number and e-mail on NYE and we vowed to meet up and visit a park in West Lafayette. AS FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual date of the 2nd meet up: 1/30/98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unseasonably warm that week. I decided it would be a good weekend to visit Wolf Park. However; I had not heard from Mr. Chep. Being resourceful has always been one of my strengths so I got online and looked up Mr. Chep's number and I called him. I asked if he wanted to get together - he said "sure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving down to W.Lafayette we found that Wolf Park was closed. So we searched for other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the Happy Hollow Park trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the student union and played pool. He let me win. I got pissed. He never let me win again. (Actually there is only one thing I can do better than Mr. Chep and that's whistle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/bridgeatdusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/bridgeatdusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to The John Meyers Pedestrian Bridge and watched the Wabash rage by. (Later I find out this is where Mr. Chep realized he loved me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Fazoli's (poor college kid - we went dutch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day - Mr. Chep kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and called my mom. I told her that I think he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why it took Mr. Chep so long to call me?&lt;br /&gt;At the time he told me he lost my number. Not an excuse. He knew my sister - he knew my mother - they all had my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out - he didn't want to seem to "anxious". I guess the fact that I waited a month didn't make me seem desperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. What can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113884971148049674?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113884971148049674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113884971148049674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113884971148049674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113884971148049674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/02/hook-up-of-chep-and-mr-chep-part-duex.html' title='Hook-up of Chep and Mr. Chep Part Duex'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113875954620909749</id><published>2006-01-31T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:10:07.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People and their mouths....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/toon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/toon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things children say." Common phrase used to justify stupid things that come out of a child's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never fine tune that brain to mouth "filter" (some never had one installed.) I believe that is the case for "Donkey Kong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey Kong works where I do. This is a fine example of his lack of "filter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with "Hot Lips" about a young man she is seeing. As we stood in the hallway discussing her boyfriend - "Donkey Kong" (DK) came up and started to listen in on our conversation. This by itself - not a problem. After finding out Hot Lip's (HL) boyfriend's name DK asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK: Is your boyfriend a man of color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot Lips had a great come back. I love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL: We are all people of color.&lt;br /&gt;DK: No is he Black?&lt;br /&gt;HL: UM...no - he's pink..&lt;br /&gt;Chep: Why on earth would you ask that???&lt;br /&gt;DK: Well his name - it's a black name.&lt;br /&gt;Chep: Reggie?&lt;br /&gt;DK: How many white guys you know with the name Reggie? I mean there's Reggie Jackson, Reggie Miller - never heard of a white guy named Reggie&lt;br /&gt;HL: Haven't you ever heard of the name Reginald?&lt;br /&gt;DK: Yeah - Reginald is a white guy name - but Reggie - that's a black name.&lt;br /&gt;Chep:You do know Reggie is short for Reginald right?&lt;br /&gt;DK: Yeah but no white guys have the name - Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;Chep: What??? Seriously. You need to go back to your desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first incident of loose lips Donkey Kong - and I am quite certain it won't be the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113875954620909749?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113875954620909749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113875954620909749&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113875954620909749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113875954620909749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-and-their-mouths.html' title='People and their mouths....'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113857762355545516</id><published>2006-01-29T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:33:53.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Embarassing Childhood Story?</title><content type='html'>WriterMom's most recent post&lt;a href="http://writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com/2006/01/bit-of-beauty-of-being-pickles.html"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"A bit of the beauty of being Pickles"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not only made me nearly wet myself laughing - a comment by &lt;a href="http://madbaggagerambling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my parent's favorite story to tell?? I will say one thing - it wasn't as funny as this one - but it's one of Mama Chep's favorite. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler Chepner was in the process of being poddy trained. She was fully aware that she was not to "mess" in her diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening Mama and Papa Chep had company over. It was not customary to take shoes off when people came to our house, this night however our guest did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was preparing to leave my mother went to grab this man's boots. Next to it - she noticed a little round turd. So she picked up his boot and rattled it. Sure enough Toddler Chepner had taken her "deposit" out of her diaper and dropped it into this man's boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell this story - to this day. They lovingly refer to it as "The poop in the boot story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**By the way - while preparing for this post I searched for photos on Google.  Hint from me to you - never Google the word "poop".**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113857762355545516?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113857762355545516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113857762355545516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113857762355545516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113857762355545516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-your-embarassing-childhood-story.html' title='What&apos;s Your Embarassing Childhood Story?'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17907312.post-113850049222473144</id><published>2006-01-28T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:08:12.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another interesting find...</title><content type='html'>Whilst in the bathroom today I noted a box of matches on Mr. Chep's sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked them up and noticed on the back side of the box there were Product Features.  In case your curious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy to light (that is the intent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strong, sturdy splint (let's hope so - had to bust it off while lit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safe, non-toxic head (just in case you feel like takin a lick)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burns clean with minimal smoke (because what your burnin won't)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portable - if it wasn't could it not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little oddity caused a google search for other product features.  This is what Google found:  &lt;a href="http://www.drbukk.com/products.html"&gt;http://www.drbukk.com/products.html&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes this is a link to a FINE set of buck teef.  Even celebrities wear them!  Check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.drbukk.com/celebs.html"&gt;http://www.drbukk.com/celebs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to get me a set of these!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17907312-113850049222473144?l=chepners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/feeds/113850049222473144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17907312&amp;postID=113850049222473144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113850049222473144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17907312/posts/default/113850049222473144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chepners.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-interesting-find.html' title='Another interesting find...'/><author><name>Chep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037647859602468789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3216/1738/1600/scan0027.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
