<?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-7509802088473234823</id><updated>2011-10-30T01:06:21.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy McClure's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hear Wendy McClure weekdays on 94.5 PST with Chris and The Crew... and check out the latest at her blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3414431180407743198</id><published>2011-10-24T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:32:57.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over!</title><content type='html'>The honeymoon is officially over. I really liked that we had a month in between the wedding and honeymoon...it gave us something to look forward to. It was a beautiful week in the Outer Banks...we couldn't have asked for better weather. It was sunny and in the 70's almost everyday. We stayed at a house on a wild horse preserve and saw horses roaming all over through the week. They even walked right by us as we sat on the beach...it was crazy! The place we stayed at was pretty secluded and took some time to get into town so we didn't leave the house much. It was great to just relax and not have to worry about anything. But now back to real life...the honeymoon is over! Now I have at least a weeks worth of vacation hangover to contend with...you know...the depression that sets in after vacation is over. How long does it usually take you before you stop being depressed it's all over??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3414431180407743198?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3414431180407743198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3414431180407743198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3414431180407743198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4029892677504693625</id><published>2011-05-04T08:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:37:40.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for my Wedding Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wendyswedding.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wendyswedding.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4029892677504693625?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4029892677504693625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-for-my-wedding-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4029892677504693625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4029892677504693625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-for-my-wedding-blog.html' title='Looking for my Wedding Blog?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-1224723369317019771</id><published>2011-04-07T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:17:47.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing weight...</title><content type='html'>I've been on a weight loss plan for almost two months now and it never really gets easy. Just trying to lose a few before the summer months hit and hopefully will be able to just maintain my weight through the summer and leading up to the wedding. I have been dieting since at least 12 years old and although I have learned some things that work and other things that don't...it's still always such a challenge! I'm lucky in that I only have a few pounds to lose but I seem to be struggling with even that. I will persist though and hopefully will be at my ideal weight in the next month or so. Any tricks that you have learned over the years that makes staying on track or losing weight a little easier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-1224723369317019771?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1224723369317019771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/losing-weight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/1224723369317019771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/1224723369317019771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/losing-weight.html' title='Losing weight...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-2449941144423968083</id><published>2011-02-03T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:48:39.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding plans...</title><content type='html'>The wedding plans are moving right along.  So far...we have secured the location for the ceremony and reception.  Hired a photographer and DJ and decided on the hotel we would like to stay at.  It's a lot of work but the fun kind.  Still a lot to do on the to do list but I feel better getting so much done so quickly.  Going out to look for a dress this weekend too.  Still have to decide on who will perform the ceremony, flowers, get the rings and all that other fun stuff.  I was majorly stressed at first but since so much is done at this point I feel much more relaxed...aside from the fact that I worry we won't have enough money!!!  Do you enjoy your wedding planning or was it stressful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-2449941144423968083?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2449941144423968083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/wedding-plans.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2449941144423968083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2449941144423968083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/wedding-plans.html' title='Wedding plans...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4128053689063032093</id><published>2010-12-22T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:12:18.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas time!</title><content type='html'>I just love Christmas time so much and I try to pack so much into this wonderful season I usually end up doing too much and overwhelm myself!  I usually pick up a couple extra shifts at the restaurant since I work in a mall and it's the busy season.  Once January comes...the mall will be dead as will my extra income.  I do bake various goodies for friends and family members which is very time consuming.  I also host Christmas dessert at my house for the family...another major undertaking that takes various hours of planning, shopping and preparing.  And of course...all the present shopping, figuring out what to get whom...and all that wrapping!  Oh and don't forget the Christmas cards!  I took on so much this time last year that by the time Christmas Eve rolled around...I was sick as a dog and went home early to bed on my favorite day of the year.  I've been trying very hard to keep myself healthy this year to avoid missing out on my favorite holiday of the year.  Do you tend to plan to much for the holiday season and end up having the whole thing a blur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4128053689063032093?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4128053689063032093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4128053689063032093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4128053689063032093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas time!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-213913238713481159</id><published>2010-11-18T07:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:17:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My dogs new love....</title><content type='html'>So it's official...my dog now loves my boyfriend more than me.  She goes absolutely nuts when he comes over.  When we both come in at the same time...she runs right to him and barely notices that I am in the room.  If he goes to give me a hug and or kiss while sitting on the couch...she gets up in his face to try to separate us.  And whenever I leave the house alone she is usually okay with it...but if him and I leave together...she literally howls as we walk out the door.  My poor neighbors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-213913238713481159?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/213913238713481159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dogs-new-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/213913238713481159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/213913238713481159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dogs-new-love.html' title='My dogs new love....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-2795649344650426322</id><published>2010-11-11T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:25:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving travels!</title><content type='html'>Most years I go to visit my brother and sister in law in North Carolina for Thanksgiving.  I have missed a couple here and there...but if I can get away from work I always head south to spend the holiday there.  It's always been just me and my dog Tucker who come and I usually bring them Philly type items they can't get down there.  Tastykakes, hoagies from Wawa...etc.  This year...my boyfriend Joe is going to be with me....sooo....my question is....should I bring a little something extra this year for the added person?  Should I get them a gift in addition to the tastykakes?  Should we offer money for food?  Or maybe take them to dinner as a thank you?  Let me know what you think!  And have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-2795649344650426322?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2795649344650426322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-travels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2795649344650426322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2795649344650426322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-travels.html' title='Thanksgiving travels!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4020272506453320680</id><published>2010-10-21T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:28:09.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you staring at?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if people even realize how rude they are being sometimes.  I walked into my building at work today and passed by a guy standing at the fountain, eating a sandwich, and he was just staring at me.  When that happens I usually just stare back because I find it annoying that someone thinks it is okay to just stare at me.  I often feel like saying something but usually don't....just stare back.  It got to the point that he smiled at me which I guess in his mind makes it okay.  It's very unnerving to have someone stare you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4020272506453320680?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4020272506453320680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-are-you-staring-at.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4020272506453320680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4020272506453320680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-are-you-staring-at.html' title='What are you staring at?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-5646950352553622227</id><published>2010-09-30T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:39:07.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days....</title><content type='html'>I was talking about on the air this morning about how I kinda stocked up on things I needed so I wouldn't have to stop in the pouring rain they have predicted to take place all day today.  The crew kind of laughed saying it sounded like I was preparing for a snowstorm.  I knew that I would be going to work today but I didn't want to put myself in a position to have to dart into stores and stand outside gassing up in the pouring rain.  Do you often prepare for a bad rain storm the way you would a snow storm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-5646950352553622227?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5646950352553622227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5646950352553622227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5646950352553622227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4618764483052336808</id><published>2010-09-20T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:28:09.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies on t-v....</title><content type='html'>My roomates and I turned on the t-v after getting back from dinner Saturday night to find that the movie "The Wedding Date" was almost over.  My friend Terry says it is one of her favorites and was disppointed that we had missed it.  I pointed out to her that we actually have the DVD there at the house but no one was actually interested in putting on the DVD.  Isn't it funny how we come across a movie we like on t-v and will sit through all the commercials and such even when we have a commercial free copy right there.  We can also pause and rewind the DVD.  I do it myself too.  It's kinda crazy...and I'm not sure why we all do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4618764483052336808?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4618764483052336808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies-on-t-v.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4618764483052336808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4618764483052336808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies-on-t-v.html' title='Movies on t-v....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3079224417204284985</id><published>2010-09-09T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:40:25.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Fall Days....</title><content type='html'>This morning was so much cooler than it has been out and was such a nice, refreshing change.  I LOVE summer but don't mind the cooler temps...it's just the winter that I can't stand.  It would be great if we could just do spring, summer, fall and then back to spring.  But I do still have another few weeks at the shore and this even makes my shore activities different.  I won't be rushing to get up and get to the beach or the pool.  I'll be happy to just lay around and chat with my roomies.  Maybe spend a little more time hanging on the deck, taking in the view and enjoying good conversation.  Everything seems a little more relaxed in the fall and it really is kinda nice.  And of course....fall means my favorite time of year as well...FOOTBALL!  But summer is still my absolute favorite season.  What is the best time of year for you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3079224417204284985?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3079224417204284985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/lazy-fall-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3079224417204284985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3079224417204284985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/lazy-fall-days.html' title='Lazy Fall Days....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4420089232950711813</id><published>2010-08-20T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:48:46.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true what they say?</title><content type='html'>I have always said I would never get a tattoo but as some of you may know...I did get one while I was in Vegas earlier this year.  Even though I said I would never get a tatoo I did always think that if I ever did get one I would like a small cross on my ankle and that is exactly what I got.  Don't get me wrong...I am very happy with it and am not sorry I got it.  BUT I was out recently doing some shopping and I saw this very cool picture frame that was in the shape of a music note and I thought right away....oh no...I should have gotten a music note as my tattoo since I love music so much.  You know what's coming next right?  I swore all over the place that my cross tattoo is the only one I would ever get but I'm thinking...hmm...maybe just one more small music note on the other ankle.  Or maybe somewhere else where it's not seen so much...like on my hip.  I'm beginning to think it is true what they say...you can't stop at one!  Still mulling it over though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4420089232950711813?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4420089232950711813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-true-what-they-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4420089232950711813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4420089232950711813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-true-what-they-say.html' title='Is it true what they say?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7471863180493760287</id><published>2010-08-10T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:09:03.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie birthday!</title><content type='html'>It's Tuckers 4th birthday and time to celebrate.  Well, it was actually last week but we typically go to the pet store and get her a really good treat and a stuffed toy that she destroys in 5 minutes flat.  It's the only time I buy her stuffed toys anymore because they are expensive...but she's entitled to rip it to shreads once a year.  We used to live next door to a pet store that we visited all the time and she really loved the people who worked there since they fawned all over her and gave her tons of treats.  Since I no longer live in that area she hasn't been back since we moved almost a year ago.  SO...tomorrow is road trip time and a visit to the pet store with the people that she loves the most....(next to her momma I hope).  Does anyone else celebrate their pets birthdays or am I completely crazy...lol?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7471863180493760287?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471863180493760287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/doggie-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7471863180493760287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7471863180493760287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/doggie-birthday.html' title='Doggie birthday!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-2740924321570352314</id><published>2010-07-22T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:38:42.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Lady???</title><content type='html'>I work a waitress job at a place in the local mall by my house and obviously work with a large number of youngins.  There is one guy in particular that really likes to bust on me for being "old" cause he knows I can take it yet...it still bugs me somewhat.  I don't really know how it even started but I do remember telling him one time that when he got to be my age....he would look back and feel bad about all the horribly mean things he says to me.  Of course...that will be another 22 years before that day comes but it will come!  He is pretty funny though...he came into the kitchen area at one point this week and told me that he sat me a new table and that my friends from high school had requested my section.  So I look out and there are two women that have to be in their 80's!  I didn't want to laugh...but I had to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-2740924321570352314?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2740924321570352314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2740924321570352314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2740924321570352314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-lady.html' title='Old Lady???'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4386930794675992809</id><published>2010-07-15T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:29:57.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week....</title><content type='html'>This has been one of the longest weeks ever!  I always wonder what it is exactly that makes a week go slowly or quickly?  Time usually goes quick when you are busy and I am pretty much as busy as I usual...so that can't be it.  I am taking a long 3 day weekend down the shore so that could be it...but Chris also agrees that it has been a really long week for her as well.  It's so funny how sometimes people agree on how fast or slow a particular week is moving but most time....they don't match up at all.  And even though I only have a four day week next week...I'm sure that week will move even slower since I am on vacation for a full week the following week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4386930794675992809?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4386930794675992809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4386930794675992809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4386930794675992809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-week.html' title='Long week....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-8249286541003448390</id><published>2010-07-08T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:52:10.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoreless weekend!</title><content type='html'>Sadly I will not be heading to the shore this weekend.  My mother (dogsitter) is away and I am on dog sitting duty for her two pooches.  SO...I was thinking this would be a good weekend to just slouch on the couch and catch up on my DVR or movies....but I had an unexpected free night last night and was very much looking forward to laying around doing nothing.  But by 6 p-m...I was bored to tears and so hoping to figure out something to do.  It's funny how you long for time to do nothing and then when you get it....you are bored and don't know what to do with yourself.  Maybe it goes back to the "you always want what you don't have" theory.  The grass is always greener...till you get there.  I'll take this opportunity to quote a line from one of my favorite Train songs...."In a world where we only want what we want until we get it".  So true.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-8249286541003448390?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8249286541003448390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/shoreless-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8249286541003448390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8249286541003448390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/shoreless-weekend.html' title='Shoreless weekend!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7774147047238045222</id><published>2010-07-01T10:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:15:57.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour Guide?</title><content type='html'>So my 14 year old niece will be in town for the next few days.  We already have a plan in place to take her the shore for a few days but I'm not sure what to do with her around here.  She's at the age where she isn't into the little kid stuff anymore but not quite ready for adult stuff either.  Any suggestions on what might interest a 14 year old girl???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7774147047238045222?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7774147047238045222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tour-guide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7774147047238045222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7774147047238045222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tour-guide.html' title='Tour Guide?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4232084297234838347</id><published>2010-06-22T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:39:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursing on T-V</title><content type='html'>So I am a regular wather of "The View" and I like some of the hosts and a couple of them...not so much. But my big annoyance and it is mostly Whoopie that does this....is that she is "beeped" so often on the air. Do we not know by now what we can and can't say on the air? I work in radio and I'm pretty sure if I say something that needs to be "beeped" more then once a WEEK I would probably be relieved of my duties. I sometimes hear four to eight beeps per show on the View. I guess it's just a pet peeve of mine but really...can we not manage to stop cursing or saying inappropriate words for an hour out of a day...even less when you count commercial breaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4232084297234838347?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4232084297234838347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/cursing-on-t-v.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4232084297234838347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4232084297234838347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/cursing-on-t-v.html' title='Cursing on T-V'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7063215439702341097</id><published>2010-06-10T11:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:08:11.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A dogs life</title><content type='html'>So my dog...Tucker...is a Jack Russell/poodle mix and super hyper.  She's always awake immediately when the alarm goes off.  When I take my usual afternoon nap after work she is typically standing there staring at me when I open my eyes.  (Well, that is my fault I guess because we go for her walk after my nap and she is very impatient about them!)  And I often feel bad because I feel like she doesn't get as much exercise as she should living in my condo with no yard.  But this morning...for some reason...apparently she was exhausted.  I don't know if she had a party while I was at work yesterday or was watching t-v in the other room all night and I didn't notice.  But when my alarm went off this morning...I made my usual bathroom stop and then headed toward the front door and low and behold...no Tucker waiting at the steps per usual.  I called her name...nothing.  I called it again...nothing.  So I now walk back to the bedroom and throw the light on and she pops up from under the covers with a look like "oh, what's going on?"  She then finally jumps off the bed and accompanies outside for her bathroom stop.  Of course then she lays around while I get ready for work and goes right back to sleep (I assume) when I leave for work.  It is a tough life that one has...I can only imagine what made her so darn tired yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7063215439702341097?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7063215439702341097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/dogs-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7063215439702341097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7063215439702341097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/dogs-life.html' title='A dogs life'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-5246999153017719703</id><published>2010-06-08T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:23:31.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no technology know how...</title><content type='html'>I was out last night at an establishment that serves adult beverages with a friend.  I am never one to play the jukebox but bravo to the others that did last night because the selections they were making were so much to my taste.  So I actually decided to peruse thru the selections myself and apparently I don't know how to work these new fangled jukeboxes.  I put in a 5 dollar bill which gave me 12 credits.  I started to scroll through the selections which I thought were entire albums....apparently not.  I kept trying to hit the button to give me a selection of songs from the album and it wouldn't come up.  So I'm just hitting buttons and have no idea what I am doing.  I finally figure out that I have been playing that one song over and over again and I am down to just one credit!  I should have left it to the pro's who were handling things well enough before I strolled up to the big bad jukebox.  I miss the rolling ones at the diner...I know how to work them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-5246999153017719703?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5246999153017719703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-no-technology-know-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5246999153017719703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5246999153017719703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-no-technology-know-how.html' title='Still no technology know how...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-1593626521073526801</id><published>2010-06-04T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:31:25.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator etiquette</title><content type='html'>What is the proper etiquette when it comes to the elevator?  Does the whole ladies first thing go out the window entirely?  Is it last one is first off?  If I am on the elevator and someone gets on after me as we go down to the first floor...shouldn't I be the one to exit first?  I have been waiting the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please be aware people that if I don't stick my hand to hold the door back it doesn't mean I'm not holding the elevator for you.  It doesn't start to close the doors until I hit a button.  I have gotten many a dirty look while patiently standing inside an elevator waiting for someone else to get to it...just because I didn't hold my hand on the door.  Makes me want my own personal elevator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-1593626521073526801?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1593626521073526801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/elevator-etiquette.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/1593626521073526801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/1593626521073526801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/elevator-etiquette.html' title='Elevator etiquette'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-8502785885865462721</id><published>2010-06-02T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:09:37.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Present in my bed...</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to find a stink bug ripped into several pieces on my bed.  I'm so glad my dog Tucker finds something to do while I am sleeping and she is supposed to be sleeping.  I think it was already dead when she found it which did save me the awful stink bug smell.  She will try to eat anything that moves.  Although I am lucky in the fact that she is too small and is mostly walked on a leash so it saves me from finding things outside my door.  I recently witnessed my brothers cat attack a nest of baby squirrels and that was a horrendous site.  These pets are our babies so it's easy to forget that they are animals and they instinctually want to attack other animals.  What types of presents have you gotten from your pets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-8502785885865462721?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8502785885865462721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/present-in-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8502785885865462721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8502785885865462721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/present-in-my-bed.html' title='Present in my bed...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3910055940951531627</id><published>2010-05-11T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:39:07.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl gone wild???</title><content type='html'>So I was in Vegas recently and had an incredible time.  The last day I was there I decided to get a tattoo just because I was in Vegas and wanted to something crazy.  My friend didn't think that was a good enough reason since I had never really wanted a tattoo.  But I did  always say that if I ever did get one it would be a cross on my ankle and that is exactly what I got.  I thought of it like a momento from my trip.  Like when I was on Rodeo drive I spent a fortune on a tiny little bag just because it was from a shop on Rodeo drive in Beverly Hills.  Is it crazy to spend more money for something just because of where you buy it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3910055940951531627?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3910055940951531627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3910055940951531627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3910055940951531627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-gone-wild.html' title='Girl gone wild???'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-9134943747077950369</id><published>2010-04-12T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:25:45.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Revolution!</title><content type='html'>Caught up on my DVR this weekend and caught the last two episodes of Jamie Olivers Food Revolution.  I am truly amazed at this show and the work that Jamie is doing.  He really does seem like he wants to help the whole world.  How awesome is that???  If you haven't checked out the show yet...you definitely should.  Not only does it inspire you but it makes you want to eat healthy as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-9134943747077950369?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9134943747077950369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-revolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/9134943747077950369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/9134943747077950369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-revolution.html' title='The Food Revolution!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-9163010174935317229</id><published>2010-03-29T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:32:10.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Fan...</title><content type='html'>Got the chance to meet the boys from Train over the weekend and I was so thrilled.  I've been a huge fan of the band for many years and have seen them in concert before so to have the chance to meet them was just unbelievably exciting.  I only got to say a quick hello before I was shuffled off but I'm so happy I got to thank the lead singer...Pat Monahan...for making such beautiful songs.  He said "Thank you...that was very nice."  I was so happy that I got to (for a moment) say something that made him happy since his music has given me so much enjoyment over the years.  If you could meet someone famous...who would it be and what would you say if you only had a moment with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-9163010174935317229?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9163010174935317229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimate-fan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/9163010174935317229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/9163010174935317229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimate-fan.html' title='The Ultimate Fan...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4204950891751116334</id><published>2010-03-16T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:38:07.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like a beautiful spring like day to put you in the greatest mood.  I can't help but feel happy and excited about the amazing weather coming this week.  Do we all suffer from seasonal affective disorder because I have been encountering many people today with bright, sunshiny attitudes.  Hopefully we will all have some time to spend outdoors and enjoy some of this fabulous weather!  What to do...what to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4204950891751116334?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4204950891751116334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4204950891751116334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4204950891751116334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-8875651723524323992</id><published>2010-03-11T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:09:21.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scammed!</title><content type='html'>I consider myself to be a somewhat intelligent person but I fell for a recent computer virus/scam hook, line and sinker!  It's the Security Tools virus and once it starts popping up it will not go away.  It kept telling me that I needed to download this "security tools" to get rid of the harmful virus infecting my computer and I ignored it at first but then my computer actually shut itself down saying it was protecting myself from this virus.  Sooooo....I bought and downloaded the "security tools" and was charged a bargain price of 50 bucks for two years.  A day or two goes by and alas....who shows up again...the warning that I need to dowloan security tools.  But wait...I already did that and it says that if you already have it then type in your serial number.  Hmmm...they never sent me a serial number.  In fact...they never sent me anything...an e-mail confirming that I now have the "virus protector".  With the help of my brother....we think we may have been able to rid the computer of this bad worm.  I'm not quite sure yet since I have spent very little time on my computer since getting my new Droid (who needs computers now) but of course I still want my computer to work and not lose anything I already have on there.  I will need to check back again to make sure it is gone for good but I'm still quite embaressed that I fell for it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I put it on my credit card and they have agreed to dispute the charge.  Hopefully that will get me out of at least paying for it.  Nothing worse than having to pay 50 bucks to prove how stupid you are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who has fallen victim to such nasty viruses???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-8875651723524323992?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8875651723524323992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/scammed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8875651723524323992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8875651723524323992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2010/03/scammed.html' title='Scammed!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-6674917530048881984</id><published>2009-12-17T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:07:13.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit!</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that this is the first Christmas in my very own home but I am really into the holidays this year.  My tree has been up since Thanksgiving weekend...I have done my shopping extra early this year (for me...usually a last minute shopper), wrapped the gifts and placed them neatly under my tree.  It's actually the first time I have ever gotten a real, full size tree.  I have usually gone the table top tree route for lack or room.  I don't have a whole lot of room now either but I made it work...lol!  I am also the family host for Christmas night dessert this year for the first time.  The extended family usually gets together at someone's house Christmas night for pie and goodies and that house this year is mine!  So excited!!!  Any special memories you want to share from the first holiday in a new home?  Or with that special someone or when the kids came along?  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-6674917530048881984?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6674917530048881984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-spirit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/6674917530048881984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/6674917530048881984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3834895183150016661</id><published>2009-10-15T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:47:38.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the cold!</title><content type='html'>I finally gave in and wore a jacket to work this morning.  I was still wearing my flip flops as recently as last weekend.  I'm guessing that is all over now.  I do enjoy the crisp, fresh air and love to watch the leaves change color.  I'm escstatic that football is on again...but am always sad when summer comes to an end.  I feel like I'm sentenced to stay indoors for the next 8 to 9 months.  I hate the cold so I don't enjoy any of those snow type sports!  What do you do to keep busy in the winter months???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3834895183150016661?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3834895183150016661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-comes-cold.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3834895183150016661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3834895183150016661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-comes-cold.html' title='Here comes the cold!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3138171935581554048</id><published>2009-09-02T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:21:03.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very First Home!</title><content type='html'>I just purchased a condo...well, the bank purchased it and agreed to let me live there if I continue to pay them for the next thirty years.  But anyway...I'm having the best time painting and getting new carpets and furniture.  And it really is true what they say....there is always something when you own a home.  I already have a list at least two pages long of things I want to do to the place but don't have any money for.  I definitely have enough to get me started and I'm thrilled.  Any advice or funny stories to share about your first home...decorating nightmares or anything you want to share....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3138171935581554048?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3138171935581554048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-first-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3138171935581554048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3138171935581554048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-first-home.html' title='Very First Home!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7200727609835109591</id><published>2009-07-27T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:40:15.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather people!</title><content type='html'>The weather people have been really off as of late and it's really bugging me.  They said it was going to storm yesterday in the afternoon.  So I assumed that meant around noon or in the next two or three hours after nooon.  So I didn't make any plans to be outside based on this misguided information.  I was completely annoyed by the time the storm finally showed up around 7:30 pm.  That is NOT afternoon!  I depend on these weather forecasts because I don't want to haul my bike to Kelly drive or spend money to be pool side only to have to turn around and go home.  I actually didn't mind laying around the house all day but it's a matter of principle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7200727609835109591?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200727609835109591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7200727609835109591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7200727609835109591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-people.html' title='Weather people!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-8030559929496673406</id><published>2009-07-01T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:19:26.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early makes for REALLY early...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you are just a few minutes early you end up running way ahead of schedule?  And I don't mean just a few minutes ahead of schedule.....like having a bunch of time to kill because you finish everything way ahead of time.  I was a bit early to work today and believe it or not...I do start before you hear me on the air at 5:20 a-m.  I finished all my work and news/traffic related research way early and was actually bored waiting around for my reports to start.  This made more sense when I was commuting to Temple University everyday from Bucks County and it depended on traffic.  If I were to leave ten minutes early....I would literally get there 45 minutes ahead of my normal time.  It's just weird....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-8030559929496673406?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8030559929496673406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-makes-for-really-early.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8030559929496673406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8030559929496673406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-makes-for-really-early.html' title='Early makes for REALLY early...'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3027487260630810088</id><published>2009-06-22T06:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:42:00.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to be a woman!</title><content type='html'>Men are lucky in the respect that they don't get nearly as emotional as women do.  Maybe it's just me but I have become so emotional that I often can't even watch a sad scene on t-v without crying!  I was watching a movie the other night and I just couldn't stop crying.  It's embarressing and insane but a reality.  I honestly can't watch anything that may make me cry until later in the day because once I cry I get those  teary, sore eyes and they ache for the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3027487260630810088?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3027487260630810088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-to-be-woman.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3027487260630810088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3027487260630810088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-to-be-woman.html' title='It&apos;s hard to be a woman!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-2519970663045447691</id><published>2009-06-04T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:02:42.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike race</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year.  Thankfully the weather is supposed to be nice for the weekend since I plan to attend the Bike Race in Manayunk on Sunday.  It's always a great time hanging out with a cool beverage and watching a bunch or guys (and girls) ride their bikes around a huge circle.  I don't know why its fun...it just is.  What traditions to you do that are hard to explain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-2519970663045447691?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2519970663045447691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bike-race.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2519970663045447691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2519970663045447691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bike-race.html' title='Bike race'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-5944916966041019754</id><published>2009-05-21T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:38:51.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation hangover!</title><content type='html'>I am feeling blue!  It's been three days since I've been back from vacation and am still soooo depressed about being home.  The good part is that means it was such a blast.  I had such a great time.  Now I feel so sad since it's over and it doesn't seem to be going away.  Anyone know how long it takes to shake the vacation hangover???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-5944916966041019754?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5944916966041019754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5944916966041019754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/5944916966041019754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-hangover.html' title='Vacation hangover!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-3083752878641358781</id><published>2009-05-04T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:21:58.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudity shocker!</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" over the weekend and was shocked to see Jason Segal completely nude several times in the movie...and they showed everything!  Isn't it quite unusal for this type of male nudity in the movies?  I do remember it being talked about that he was naked in the film but I don't think I realized that they were showing full frontal!  I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing...although I thought it was a cute movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-3083752878641358781?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3083752878641358781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nudity-shocker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3083752878641358781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/3083752878641358781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nudity-shocker.html' title='Nudity shocker!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-2554409133197133929</id><published>2009-04-29T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:36:43.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor/bachelorette parties are the wave of the future?</title><content type='html'>I attended a combined bachelor/bachelorette party this past weekend and am wondering if this is a new trend.  This may have been a little bit of a different situation because it's a second wedding for both parties and it's also a destination wedding.  I think they wanted to give everyone who can't make the trip to come out and celebrate with them.  I thought it was actually a really good idea...the group we had was huge and you can't normally get that many people to come and hang out for any other reason.  Congratulations to Mark and Amy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-2554409133197133929?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2554409133197133929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/04/bachelorbachelorette-parties-are-wave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2554409133197133929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/2554409133197133929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/04/bachelorbachelorette-parties-are-wave.html' title='Bachelor/bachelorette parties are the wave of the future?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-186375308522325337</id><published>2009-04-21T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:03:53.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm weather!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that it's finally getting to be warm outside.  This past weekend was warm and sunny and they are promising temps in the 80's for this coming Saturday.  What are your favorite things to do once it's finally warm enough to get outside and do something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-186375308522325337?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/186375308522325337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/04/warm-weather.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/186375308522325337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/186375308522325337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/04/warm-weather.html' title='Warm weather!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7197765825739814590</id><published>2009-03-19T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:39:57.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DVR is the greatest thing ever!</title><content type='html'>I am always made fun of on the morning show for being behind the times and not up with the latest technology...which is true.  BUT I finally got a DVR and I love it!  I am taping everything that I am even remotely interested in.  Although...my biggest fear is coming true...I am watching even more tv and I didn't think that was possible.  Regardless...I love it!  Ah....life's simple pleasures.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7197765825739814590?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7197765825739814590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dvr-is-greatest-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7197765825739814590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7197765825739814590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dvr-is-greatest-thing-ever.html' title='DVR is the greatest thing ever!'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-7468755477129923721</id><published>2009-02-23T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:45:28.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reruns?</title><content type='html'>What is the deal with the constant barrage of reruns on television?  Didn't February used to be a sweeps period guaranteeing new shows through the month?  Oprah has been mostly reruns for the past three weeks at least!  Now I'm finding out that my new favorite show....90210....will be in reruns until the end of March.  That is crazy!  What happened to having full seasons?  Of course there is nothing you can do to change the situation...as usual...the viewer public is powerless except to give up t-v altogether which I'm sure I couldn't do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-7468755477129923721?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7468755477129923721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/reruns.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7468755477129923721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/7468755477129923721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/reruns.html' title='Reruns?'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-8675268963639172471</id><published>2009-02-12T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:04:06.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing weight as you near 40....</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to lose weight since the first of the year.  After 5 weeks of vigilant dieting I managed to take off almost 8 pounds.  Now, I have been really good with cutting out all sweets...hardly ever taking a cheat day and working out numerous times a week.  In the past ....all this hard work would have resulted in a much more substantial weight loss.  Since my birthday was last week I had a few days where I didn't really stick to my diet.  After straying for about 2 and half days...not straight...one day off...two days on...one day off.  I put back on 4 pounds....HALF of my total loss.  Well, I am just devastated over this setback.  I feel like all the hard work I've done is for absolutely nothing.  And with my vacation coming up next week...I feel like I will put on even more weight.  So all that dieting and working out for the last 5 weeks was for nothing???  I'm so depressed over this.  I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting older or what the deal is.  Has anyone gone through the same thing and/or have any tips to get the ball rolling more quickly???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-8675268963639172471?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8675268963639172471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/losing-weight-as-you-near-40.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8675268963639172471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/8675268963639172471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/losing-weight-as-you-near-40.html' title='Losing weight as you near 40....'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509802088473234823.post-4419457264577324214</id><published>2009-02-10T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:39:33.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOKING OR FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>I mentioned on the morning show that a number of my friends still smoke and I quit almost nine months ago. These are really good girlfriends that I have had for years and we always have the best time. It's really important for a single gal to have her friends but I always get tempted to smoke when around them. And yes, sometimes I give in and have a couple of cigarettes. I don't want to give up hanging out with my girls but I don't want to start smoking too. They won't stop smoking around me and I don't blame them...I wouldn't have either. And yes, it is extremely hard to be around smokers when you have quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509802088473234823-4419457264577324214?l=pstwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4419457264577324214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoking-or-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4419457264577324214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509802088473234823/posts/default/4419457264577324214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoking-or-friends.html' title='SMOKING OR FRIENDS'/><author><name>Wendy McClure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09747579500083254196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYATKesIhY4/TcQFUU7jIGI/AAAAAAAAACE/k33q-FGaWPo/s220/train2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
