<?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-525773939452444412</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:15.655-08:00</updated><category term='idea'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='Grand-daughter'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='riding'/><category term='software'/><category term='expenses'/><category term='beach'/><category term='motorscooter'/><category term='visit'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='death'/><category term='speech'/><category term='appointment'/><category term='license'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='crazy twitter'/><category term='tweetergetter'/><category term='statements'/><category term='Motorhome'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Will'/><category term='service'/><category term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Debra McBee's Space</title><subtitle type='html'>This that and the Other Thing
http://tweetergetter.com/desertsolar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-5968309782800821261</id><published>2011-10-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:05:23.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dreams</title><content type='html'>ok, so I fixed the roof problem myself. And while I am examining the roof I realized that I could see thru it.  It has pinholes in it.  So I guess I'm going to need to put on another layer of fiberglass and then gelcoat the roof.  Unless someone can come up with a better suggestion. Dreams: Wondering about ex-son in law Marine.  Moving on to dress blues and SGT stripes.  Then down the base to the ocean to a sail boat and sailing unknown waters in an unknown boat to hawaii and further south.  Hey I've read the sailor's handbook but that's as far as my experience goes.   And truth be told the thought of being out of sight of land scares me.   But not in my dreams.  Very strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-5968309782800821261?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5968309782800821261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/10/strange-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5968309782800821261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5968309782800821261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/10/strange-dreams.html' title='Strange Dreams'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-8969798277555298504</id><published>2011-06-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:41:27.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason to cry</title><content type='html'>Or angry or frustrated or something.  Now yesterday when I parked the motorhome it was fine.  Then we had some hurricane wind's here in the valley.  This morning the motorhome was a mess. The roof has started to come off. Now how much is this going to cost to get fixed. And who ever heard of the roof peeling off a motor home in the first place. &lt;br /&gt; I'll add pictures later.  This is sure going to put a dent in my camping trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-8969798277555298504?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8969798277555298504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-reason-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8969798277555298504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8969798277555298504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-reason-to-cry.html' title='Another reason to cry'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-150764627343913205</id><published>2011-06-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:32:57.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>Interesting dream.  I dreamed I talked with my mom. When our conversation first started she was about 35 but she kept getting younger.  When the conversation ended she was a teen.  First time I cried since she passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-150764627343913205?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/150764627343913205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/150764627343913205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/150764627343913205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-4244551343246915308</id><published>2011-05-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:10:42.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorscooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Today I graduated from a 3 day motorcycle operators course class. &lt;br /&gt;1st day bookwork&lt;br /&gt;2nd day road work till lunch then bookwork. &lt;br /&gt;3rd day road work till lunch then it started raining. Taking the final road test on wet pavement. Oh what joy oh what fun. And I passed. However no pictures of me on my ass with my training bike on top of me during the training/practice runs in the rain.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least I have my sliced up boot to remind me why I should always wear boots when riding.  I hate to think what my ankle would have looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll be out riding my SCOOTER but not in the rain.  I hate to think how sore I will be when I wake up in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why I could go over tree stumps until the instructor explained it. Being able to do a wheelie has something to do with it. But hey I don't think my scooter will be doing many stumps here in Nevada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference between scooter and motorcycle?  My scooter has ALL controls on the handlebars. No clutch, no shifting.  Rear brake is left hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed out the training diagrams from the MSF motorscooter manual and we just happen to have a very large empty shopping mall a couple of blocks away so I can set up my very own personal training course.  So who knows what S.E.E. stands for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-4244551343246915308?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msf-usa.org' title='Ouch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4244551343246915308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/4244551343246915308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/4244551343246915308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-8422726652948932111</id><published>2011-05-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:25:29.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Product Alert</title><content type='html'>Don't Buy the Bissell PowerSteamer 1697 it has one canister for both clean and dirty water. A Bladder is supposed to keep the 2 seperated. Well it did not work.  The second time I went to fill it the dirty water was in the bottom of the tank and the bladder is not holding water at all.  See the pictures below.  Don't waster your $12O.00 plus dollar get a two tank machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HTs5-zugJk/TcW2IfWXVfI/AAAAAAAAD-k/e1LbMc8L3lY/s1600/red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" width="75" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HTs5-zugJk/TcW2IfWXVfI/AAAAAAAAD-k/e1LbMc8L3lY/s320/red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe9-bNnjvf8/TcW2YVgp09I/AAAAAAAAD-s/uekJrAbrqAQ/s1600/dirty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" width="75" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe9-bNnjvf8/TcW2YVgp09I/AAAAAAAAD-s/uekJrAbrqAQ/s320/dirty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirty water is supposed to be at the top with clear water at the bottom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-8422726652948932111?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8422726652948932111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-product-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8422726652948932111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8422726652948932111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-product-alert.html' title='Bad Product Alert'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9HTs5-zugJk/TcW2IfWXVfI/AAAAAAAAD-k/e1LbMc8L3lY/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-8734332867058064877</id><published>2011-03-18T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:20:48.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try to make me buy something</title><content type='html'>I am so Angry right now. &lt;br /&gt;How many times have I heard "you have to spend money to make money." Well I've spent my money and been screwed for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that trade stocks for a living want me to spend money for their training in order to make more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that trade forex want me to "use my line of credit" in order to make more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent years getting out of DEBT and they want me to go back into debt. It takes at least 1 to 5000 to get started. training is only 3995. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dedicated are you? How motivated are you?  What monthly income do you want? &lt;br /&gt;What seperates you from the pro's the Interbank, Corporations, and Hedge Fund managers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Forex company I trade through only makes money if I am a successful trader.  Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my electronics training. I paid for my slot tech training (twice) I've already put out way too much for Forex and stock training to no avail.  Maybe it really is something I cannot learn.  But hey I'm very stubborn. I will continue to attend every webinair, and free training course that I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will "get" it. And I will become successful. I made $75.00 on one account this week and $15.00 on the other.  And most of my money is in the one account I cannot get into.  So maybe I'll just close that account.  They are the ones that keep calling me anyway.  "We are here to help"  Yeah, for a fee. Like I told the guy If I had an Uncle that traded Forex I'd be at his side every damn day until I was successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-8734332867058064877?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8734332867058064877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-try-to-make-me-buy-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8734332867058064877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8734332867058064877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-try-to-make-me-buy-something.html' title='Don&apos;t try to make me buy something'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-7142867728138348425</id><published>2011-03-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:37:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have one of those days?  You just kinda wonder Why am I alive?  My life has not turned out like I wanted. What am I going to do with my self for the rest of my life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel frustrated most of the time. I remember reading a book when I was a kid.  The book was about a boy whose home was in a tree.  All my life I have wanted to live either deep in the woods or right next to the ocean. So last year we buy a motor home and go out to the lake and the river. The lake was free. But damn the Motor Home never got cool enough. So you need a big SHADY tree to park under. The poor AC cannot handle the desert heat. The other problem was the people coming and going all hours of the day and night.  Leaving their trash behind. Whatever happened to pack it in Pack it out.  I dispise trashy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same story at the river. It was only free because the campground want'd me to listen to a presentation and then buy a membership.  I did not.  The campground got quite after 10:00 PM Jetski's suck. And big speedboat's with people running them up and down the river. Finally found a nice quite little cove to swim in and some jackass on his jetski shows up and starts making waves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are planning a trip to the ocean in April. The campground (state park) will be either $35 or $50 depending on the campsite.  We shall see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making money and it's pissing me off.  My back hurts so I can't go for a run or a walk and that's pissing me off. Hey I think I got most of the crap off my mind. Maybe I can go back to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-7142867728138348425?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7142867728138348425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/7142867728138348425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/7142867728138348425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-9078588849590444292</id><published>2010-08-26T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:55:40.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorhome'/><title type='text'>Camping World Motorhome Inspection</title><content type='html'>This is a copy of the email sent to CampingWorld service&lt;br /&gt;Bad experience with service.&lt;br /&gt;1. $335.88 cost. I'm wondering if you hired the pep boys mechanics that got caught cheating people. &lt;br /&gt;2.  45 point inspection  159.99&lt;br /&gt;   * smoke detector not working&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  * exhaust fans "ok"  - bathroom fan has never worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * inverter output was not tested?  &lt;br /&gt;   * Generator system not working needs diag. paid and additional $169.40 to be told that the fuel line was bad. The gas tank on the coach would need to be dropped. And they don't do the work. &lt;br /&gt;This morning after changing the fuel pump which tested bad and pressure testing the fuel lines the generator is working fine. So that was a complete scam. And a complete theft of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* L.P Leak detector tested - need diag.. havent got to that one yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Refrigerator operation needs diag -- that's funny it's been working fine. Freezing in the freezer and keeping the rest of the foods cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - AC shrouds - cracks. yep and i'll buy a replacement someplace else, and NOT from the store I went too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Antenna condition. needs diag.  Was told it was hooked up wrong.  It works at home just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shocks and spring marked as ok.  I have air bag suspension and the left front bag is blown.  Again that will be replaced someplace else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I am unhappy and feel ripped off is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say I'm glad we have two camping worlds here in Las Vegas. I will check out the other one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-9078588849590444292?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9078588849590444292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping-world-motorhome-inspection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9078588849590444292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9078588849590444292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping-world-motorhome-inspection.html' title='Camping World Motorhome Inspection'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-2757803293076349049</id><published>2010-08-22T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:24:14.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorhome'/><title type='text'>It's Been Busy</title><content type='html'>Well it's been over a year since the folks passed away. &lt;br /&gt;We are letting someone stay on our property in Sandy Valley to keep the copper thiefs away. &lt;br /&gt;We are living in town in the folks house. It makes it fast and easy for us both to go to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in a couple of years we will be able to sell this house for a nice bit of profit and move back to Sandy Valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a Motorhome, a lot in Northern California near Alturas. A Gold Claim in Oregon. So we are ready to start traveling. We have been to Lake Mojave a couple of times. Stayed in the Motorhome a few time. Right now it's in the shop for a "45 point" inspection.  Next week I have an appointment to get the front shocks changed. I just hope the air suspension is working properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilona's daughter came to visit for a week. For some strange reason she is glad we live in town "everything is so close". Ok, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand-daughter stayed for an additional week 11 years old. Spent most of the time in the pool. We did go to circus-circus a couple of times and the chocolate factory.  Ilona took her home last Monday. She (Ilona) will be returning this Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have I been up too while Ilona is gone. Just cleaning the house. Building a couple of shelfs in the bedrooms and rebuilding my work-bench in the Garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for Ilona to get home. &lt;br /&gt;Ohh my baby sister is supposed to be going to Kenya. That should prove interesting for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-2757803293076349049?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2757803293076349049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2757803293076349049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2757803293076349049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-busy.html' title='It&apos;s Been Busy'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-3432551175448638105</id><published>2010-06-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:41:13.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go look on the other Blog</title><content type='html'>Since the stuff for Sept concerns dogs and court stuff go look on the puppy blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-3432551175448638105?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myfreepuppies.blogspot.com/' title='Go look on the other Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3432551175448638105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-look-on-other-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3432551175448638105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3432551175448638105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-look-on-other-blog.html' title='Go look on the other Blog'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-4195330334754752772</id><published>2009-09-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:29:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Directly to Jail</title><content type='html'>I am 53 years old. And until Sept 6, 2009 I had never been arrested in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Police pulled me over on Desert Inn road I was not worried. Not until the officer told me that a warrant had been issued for my arrest and put the handcuffs on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st mistake - I left my wallet in the truck with my partner. Always take your wallet, otherwise how will you post bail? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the Clark County Detention Center it took hours to process through and I'm dressed in shorts and short sleeve shirt and that place is freezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get arrested at 8:30AM and have no clue what is going on until after 5PM I'm cold I'm in severe pain (I'm a disabled VET) my limp is getting worse by the minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm put "in the Tank" with 12 other women. 1 of which is badly in need of a shower and smells like something dead for 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one women that I cuddled with in an attempt to get warm. Thanks for the warmth sister.  So your sitting in the tank no way to get warm. Wooden benches all night long. No blanket no pillow AC blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had women that were brought in - in swim suits. Poor little girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food was even worse. If what they gave us was supposed to be some type of warm cereal then the county is being ripped off. It was basically colored water and the most horrid crap I have ever tasted. I was not hungry enough to eat it. I gave mine to the homeless lady. She thought it was fine.  Sorry but I was not that hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they have these phones on the wall. You can make as many calls as you like. I don't think the women realize that the phone you are calling has to accept the call. In other words YOU ARE BEING BILLED for the call.  $1.00 the 1st minute .25 each after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday morning about 6:30 AM my mate figures out how toget me out on bail. It's posted at 07:30. ($640.00)I know nothing about it. Like I can really afford that. I've been out of work for almost a year.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the bail is being processed I'm in a group of women taken to the showers. That's ok.. Hot water feels good and I'm not body shy. Then jail uniform yippie long pants.  Then we are taken up to a hmmm "cell block".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really weird looking beds but I really don't care.  Make up the bed crawl in and sleep until we get woke up for lunch.  Sorry but I'm not gonna eat that stuff either. Hey, corn. Ok I'll eat the corn. Oh and get this watered down lemonade. But hey I'm drying of thirts here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10:30 or 11:00 they call my name. Tell me to put all the stuff back in the bag I'm getting out.  Hug my cell mate bye.  So they take you to some other little room and make you put your own clothes back on. Then you sit in that freezing little room for several more hours. If they were going to lunch why did they not let me stay in the nice warm cell block? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got out at 2:30PM and walked all the way to Stratisphere in the nice warm sunlight.  Stopping finally at 7/11 for a brownie and Monster. Then catch the bus $3.00 for the last couple of blocks to Circus Circus. (My leg is giving out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the really bad part of this. &lt;br /&gt;1. Arrest was not necessary. All the cop needed to do was inform me I had missed a court date I knew nothing about. I would have been at the courthouse Tues Morning. &lt;br /&gt;2. I'm basically afraid to wear shorts now. I carry a sweater with me at all times. &lt;br /&gt;3. I am depressed beyound all reason.  &lt;br /&gt;4. I've got all the doors locked because for some reason I'm afraid the cops are going to come and get me again. &lt;br /&gt;5. I never knew that a complaint had been filed against me. I never signed anything. I was never sent any kind of notice that I needed to go to court. I was never notified that a bench warrent had been issued against me.   Their is something seriously wrong with the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 1:30PM and I think I'm going to go take a nap. Isnt that a sign of depression.  Or maybe I'll just go have a good cry -  maybe both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-4195330334754752772?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4195330334754752772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-directly-to-jail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/4195330334754752772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/4195330334754752772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-directly-to-jail.html' title='Go Directly to Jail'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-3038148581995334457</id><published>2009-07-31T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:48:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned this Week</title><content type='html'>1. Kathy's feeling are hurt if I get mad.  Kat I'm not mad at you. &lt;br /&gt;2. Nevada has weird laws. &lt;br /&gt;If you have a letter stating what you wish to have done with your remains that is signed and dated. It's not good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Letter for disposal of remains must be signed, witnessed, AND notorized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not then all BLOOD relatives must agree and sign a statement provided by the funeral home.   We ended up having to fax forms to younger bro in CA. Happily he was not argumentive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides moving furniture around in the house to help Kat out.  I need to take care of legal paperwork for Ilona and myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm easy, I have no full blood relatives. &lt;br /&gt;Ilona has Mom and daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-3038148581995334457?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3038148581995334457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-learned-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3038148581995334457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3038148581995334457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-learned-this-week.html' title='What I learned this Week'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-5080012054492222940</id><published>2009-07-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:45:24.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap and Shit</title><content type='html'>Well, we got into the house. First thing I did was make a pot of coffee. Then waited all day to pick up my sister at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big surprise, Mom and Dad changed the Trust. Made sister who lives in CO. and her daughter the executer's.  And never had the fucking courtesy to tell the oldest. Cowards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have to understand I'm slightly miffed. I see Dad 4 times a week and he never says a word. So now little sister is here "high and mighty" deciding what she and her daughter get and we can have the leaving's.  I'll get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the house sold. The market is too depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice actually wants to live in the house. The only problem I have with that is she is a pig when it comes to housekeeping. That's going to be the fun part.  Some day we will sell the house and it needs to be kept up. Yard work done, pool maintained, house and furnishing kept clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice is the type of person to leave dirty dishes, empty coke cans, coffee cups laying around and never pick them up. She never picks up after herself. And her bathroom looks like a dark back alley in some slum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks I'm coming across really pissed off. I guess I am. Like I said I'll get over it- Someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone placed a bet with me this morning that if the kid stays here - then withen 3 years her Mother will move back to Vegas. (Gambling problem) That would be a bad idea.  I don't think she will, she does not like the heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway I had to drive home this morning to feed the dogs.  I'll be back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-5080012054492222940?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5080012054492222940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/crap-and-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5080012054492222940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5080012054492222940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/crap-and-shit.html' title='Crap and Shit'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-9176351694121264318</id><published>2009-07-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:34:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>For the past month Dad and I have been talking about the new end tables and lamps he wants to buy. The Aloe Vera Plant and getting cutting's off it. Killing the black Algae in the pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago I gave him a stoneware Pizza thing for the oven. &lt;br /&gt;Last week we were talking about putting a CD player in his car. And his head cold. A summer head cold what a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out Dad had a girlfriend when he was stationed in England. He still has her letters in a box in the garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that when he was stationed in Japan the troops had to be really carefull when approaching their aircraft because the guards might shoot them. They actually approached with hands up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad loved working in the yard. He always wanted to be an electronic tech. Instead of a sheetmetal man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked on DSRV1 and 2 and he worked on DeepQuest and then worked on some stuff for NASA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was expecting another Friday afternoon with Dad. Some lunch, some conversation maybe dinner.  Just something to give Dad to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went through my usual Friday morning routine. Drop off Ilona at work. Go do a little scrounging. Go to the library. Then head to Dads house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled in and noticed orange tape around the gate.  Cannot enter. I noticed a funny looking lock covering the door knob. I looked at the garage door same tape and again around the front. Called the phone number on the tape.  I was informed Dad had died and been found by a passerby near the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the cororner and they would not give me any info. I was told they had tried to call my brother and reached his son. Because my nephew told the people who called that Dad is my step-dad they won't let me in the house. Only blood relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning my brother flies in from San Jose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-9176351694121264318?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9176351694121264318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9176351694121264318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9176351694121264318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-6547582280596256363</id><published>2009-07-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:50:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen in Town and other News</title><content type='html'>1. My neice is in town for the weekend. Drove in from CO. with a group of other young women.  Rumor has it they were going "clubbing" last night. I'll have to find out how that worked out. (my niece does not drink)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now if I buy a basic program from someone and it does not work as advertised and I send a letter to support asking for help, should I get an ad to buy a more advanced version of the program in reply?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, if the basic version does not work as advertised would you expect me to purchase another version?  I shall give the program and support group one more week before I mention the name of the software. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ilona want's to drive herself to work and let me stay at home. Remember people this is the lady that blacked out at the wheel and totaled her truck in April. We only have the 1 working vehicle at the moment.  What to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to get back to town and program dad's universal remote. He is currently using 3 different remotes.  He has a problem getting the TV to show his DVD's. Then if he gets a picture he looses the sound on the surround sound system. Or he might get the sound and then no picture.  Hopefully once I get the remote programmed the problems will be solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So One more update on Twitter and I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-6547582280596256363?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6547582280596256363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/kristen-in-town-and-other-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6547582280596256363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6547582280596256363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/kristen-in-town-and-other-news.html' title='Kristen in Town and other News'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-7169248625953294834</id><published>2009-06-26T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:49:26.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sittin at Dad's House</title><content type='html'>Here I sit.. I sit here every Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon... Now on Tues, Wed and Thurs I'm at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good things about sitting here? &lt;br /&gt;1. Dad's pool is clean&lt;br /&gt;2. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;3. The neighbor has a high speed internet connection and a wireless router that is not secure ( Bless People that don't know how to secure their connection) &lt;br /&gt;4. The neighbor is at work until 5 so I enjoy his connection. &lt;br /&gt;5. Lot's of time to study, exercise and chat with dad.  &lt;br /&gt;6. Sat and Sun I can go dumpster diving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad things about sitting here?&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss being able to work in my yard&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to get all the house work done on the 3 days I am at home. &lt;br /&gt;4. I think dad is getting tired of me taking up space in his house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I sitting here?  Simple my girlfriend totaled her truck. Remember she had that stroke last year.  I think she passed out behind the wheel. Anyway she totaled it. Had to be cut out of the vehicle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now down to 1 working vehicle. I drive her to work then do the shopping and trips to the vet with the dogs and anything else that needs doing. Then I go sit at dads and chat with him for awhile. Then at 6:30 I go pick up Ilona and we go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I studying?  FOREX and EFT   weird combination,I know but that's just me. My forex accounts are UP this week. I finally graphed everything and I think I'm getting a clue with the FOREX stuff. I made over 100.00 in both accounts.  Hopefully next month I'll be able to start taking a little out each month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EFT is so I can work on my depression.  Or maybe it's just worry and frustration. I don't know.. I don't go to the doctor because even if I did I would not take any pills he/she gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of work for 10 months now. I've totally given up on the internet marketing thing.  I tried selling vacumms door to door years ago and never sold any. I did manage to sell some solar lights on ebay. But it cost me more than I made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just stick to my forex and writing.  Those seem to make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-7169248625953294834?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7169248625953294834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sittin-at-dads-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/7169248625953294834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/7169248625953294834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sittin-at-dads-house.html' title='Sittin at Dad&apos;s House'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-9021103269817573938</id><published>2009-04-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:57:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I walk around the block?</title><content type='html'>1st the link will open to my EZ2x2 page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why can't I walk around the block?  Or put out my garbage cans without breaking into a cold sweat.  Why do I need pepper spray or a .22 to go for a walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 years ago I used to walk or ride my bike every day. No problem. That was until my neighbors dog bit me. After a couple more attacks once when I got out of the truck to check the mail and another while putting out the trash cans. I stopped walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike is busy collecting spider webs in the car port. Being bitten by a dog has a strange effect. I have never before been afraid of dogs.  I have 4 dogs of my own.  I am not afraid of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I decided it was time to stop being afraid. I decided to walk to the mail box. I decided it was time to stop being afraid of my neighbor and his dogs. So I walked to the mailbox. Leave my yard and turn right, walk out to  Cherokee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the mail and continue walking on Cherokee to Amber and turn right again.  Walking down Amber the neighbors dogs attack the fence and each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor comes out of his house and yells at me to "mind my own business and get the hell out of here."  Thats kinda out of line.   I think I will walk around the block every day from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will put the video of his dogs attacking each other on the website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-9021103269817573938?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ez2x2.com/?id=9078' title='Why can&apos;t I walk around the block?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9021103269817573938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-cant-i-walk-around-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9021103269817573938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/9021103269817573938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-cant-i-walk-around-block.html' title='Why can&apos;t I walk around the block?'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-6800281745207830336</id><published>2009-04-22T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:49:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wills, Estate Planning and Life</title><content type='html'>So, the A/C unit is now fully installed. Ran a new line under the house. I had actually made a comment on Twitter about fixing my crossbow and working on the A/C line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I made a special bolt for the crossbow and very carefully laid out the line to shoot under the house and out the other side. Pulled the trigger and the safety was on. And jammed could not free it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So took the bolt out and very carefully took the crossbow apart. After replacing a spring it worked fine. So I was able to tie the string to the electric line and pull it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new unit works great and cools the house off quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm focusing on wills, trusts, POD's, and other legal stuff. Oh, yes I got my answer to the suit submitted. Cost $134.00 for my answer to be filed with the clerk of court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my question is this.  If you have an online business or you are an affiliate how do you pass the business on when you pass away.  And did you know that even if you have a living trust you still need to have a will.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one other thing. Has anyone ever seen a form for what to do with your remains when you die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-6800281745207830336?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/c6s4ut' title='Wills, Estate Planning and Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6800281745207830336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wills-estate-planning-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6800281745207830336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6800281745207830336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wills-estate-planning-and-life.html' title='Wills, Estate Planning and Life'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-8455458550377740221</id><published>2009-04-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:33:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun just never stops</title><content type='html'>So here's what's been going on since I last wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the AC unit died last summer ( I live in an 83 double wide) &lt;br /&gt;So I purchased a new AC unit with my Nevada Unemployment stimulas check.  One big enough to do the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I cut a hole in the wall and put in the AC unit. Plugged it in and promply blew the circuit.  Oh the AC is 15Amps.  Ok it gets it's own line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey cool. I'll use the circuit for the whole house ac unit. That way I can take that junk out and put it in the back forty. Then remove the "air hose" under the house that the mice like to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee then I only need to seal off the old air ducts. I hate to think what they look like.  Flooded. Mice in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh almost forgot the dead cat that had to be dragged out from under the house. And Ilona having another attack and needing to go to emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the newest programs. EZ2x2 feeder program.  And my sister sent me a link to "needsdone"  which is interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now dinner is cooking and I needto go check it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-8455458550377740221?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/c6s4ut' title='The Fun just never stops'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8455458550377740221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-just-never-stops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8455458550377740221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8455458550377740221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-just-never-stops.html' title='The Fun just never stops'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-2248489536332066760</id><published>2009-04-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:08:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>Really busy the last couple of days.  I spent almost all day Saturday on the cell phone about 5 miles away from the house. Talking to Farmers Insurance about the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the phone company about the phone not working. Called the tow company that had the truck. They said I could come get our belonging out of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to the tow yard and find out they want a $40 after hours fee to get my stuff. I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday spent working with the dogs and cleaning up in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;Called sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday calling Doctors to get appointments to get stiches removed. More talking to insurance - I need to release the truck and they will transfer it to another yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone man came to fix the phone. Yea! It works.. Insurance company want's a statement from Ilona.  Was she talking on a cell phone?  Not likely as she does not own one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I got served at 5:30PM and have 20 days to file a response. Time to dig into the photos and files. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday stop at dads. He was worried because the phone was not working. He thought we had turned it off.  Next up trip to Doctor to get the stiches removed.  No you cannot go back to work yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Work to get LOA paperwork and see the boss. Everyone is always concerned about Ilona.  It is good to have people that care about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the tow yard to get pictures of the truck and get out our belonging.  We managed to get our stuff just before the place closed. Then back to the doctors office to deliver the paperwork for the LOA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google messed me up. The main office is shown in the wrong location on google. I called the office and found out the place is actually attached to the hospital on the other side of the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00PM one more stop for gas then on to Gold Strike Hotel and Casino for a buffet dinner then home.  Feed the dogs, watch a couple of "hero" episodes.  Do this and then off to bed. My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-2248489536332066760?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://unhub.com' title='Busy Days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2248489536332066760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2248489536332066760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2248489536332066760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-1149755539465325780</id><published>2009-04-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:02:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Take a Look</title><content type='html'>If you read the twitter updates you will see why. I'm beginning to get just a little bit freaked out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner did not make it to work this morning. I hate days like today. I woke up when she yelled at Misty.  But by the time I got up and dressed she was gone. Tried the CB but no response. It was only 730 which is an hour earlier than usual for her leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was restless all day. In and out of the house. I blamed it on the sandstorm. I could not do what I wanted to do. Instead I sharpened all the garden tools.  I was just getting ready to go get the mail when the dogs went nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange vehicle dropped Ilona off at the gate. She had a hair net on. She was not very steady on her feet.  I helped her into the house and out of her bloody uniform. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to Thank STEVE from Circus-Circus Security for Driving her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 21 stiches in her head. She almost broke her jaw. She has hemotoma's on her shoulder and neck. Glass Cuts all over the place. She says she blacked out for a second and went off the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she "came too" she was off the road and over corrected and either flipped or rolled the truck. She had to be cut out of the truck. She spent all day in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says the hospital tried to call and told her the phone was "out of service" I went to the phone company website and put in a trouble ticket and tested the system.  I guess the phone has been dead for a couple of days.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time I cannot call her Mom or daughter until I get the house phone fixed. Either that or we will have to drive over the mountain to get cell service. I guess I will have to call the insurance company and the company that towed the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so frustrated. I just don't know what the hell to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-1149755539465325780?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ad-ventures4u.com/?r=61546' title='Please Take a Look'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1149755539465325780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-take-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/1149755539465325780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/1149755539465325780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-take-look.html' title='Please Take a Look'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-234168586580767962</id><published>2009-03-27T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:30:24.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Get a Vacation Certificate</title><content type='html'>This certificate is valid for a reservation form, offering you and a guest accommodations in your choice of the cities listed. Your cost is just a US $25 (paid with this certificate) registration fee and room tax payment of $25 refundable deposit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations must be taken within 1 year. Reservations must be booked at least 45-60 days in advance. No other purchase is required. This offer is restricted to persons ages 25 and older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some restrictions on available dates may apply. Dates near major holidays and during conventions are usually not available on this special offer. Transportation, meals and room taxes are not included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not valid for conventions or group travel. You will receive a reservation form to book your rooms in the mail within approximately 2 weeks of redeeming this certificate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotional Solutions reserves the right to modify or cancel this promotional offer at any time. We assume no liability or any verbal claims made by others in connection with the distribution of this certificate. For the most current listing of Program Details and FAQs, please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://promotional-solutions.org/5daycertfaqs.htm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To redeem the certificate, simply mark your choices, complete the information and enclose payment of US $25 for processing, postage and handling. You can pay by Visa, Mastercard, check or money order, or you can even redeem your certificate online with your credit card on our secure server for faster service at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://promotional-solutions.org/redeem_certificates.htm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start by redeeming your certificate, which you can do through the mail, or online. Follow the directions on the certificate or on the website to redeem your certificate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when your redemption is processed, we or the Travel Agency (depending on who has current stock) will send you your reservations form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill out this form with the dates you wish to travel and all other pertinent information.  For the destination certificates, Checkin days are 7 days a week for the 3 day/2 night stays. The 4 day/3 night stays on the 27 destination form require midweek travel- which is checkin on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The check in days for the 85 destination certificates (coming soon!) are 7 days a week. The agency will then find a participating hotel, and book you a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really is a good deal. Yes you have to pay your air fair or drive to the destination.  You have to pay for your meals. And you pay the room tax.  The ROOM is free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For travel in the U.S. I like the St. Pete, FL deal. My grandparents live in St. Pete.  When I visit I want to spend as much time as possible at the beach. I visit the old folks in the evening for dinner and conversation.  Then I go to my very nice hotel. I always say it's so I can stay up late. But after a day of swimming and shopping I usually crash before 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best deals for me are going down to mexico.  I love Mexico and I don't speak the language.  Hey I fly in.  Get a bus (awesome ride) or taxi to hotel get something to eat and find the best route to the beach.  Did I mention I like to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I might even get really brave and drive down to San Carlos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can either print out the form. Click link at top. &lt;br /&gt;Go read the FAQ&lt;br /&gt;http://promotional-solutions.org/5daycertfaqs.htm.&lt;br /&gt;Do it online at&lt;br /&gt;http://promotional-solutions.org/redeem_certificates.htm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Please please please!  Remember ASN DM9176 and you get a free GAS CARD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-234168586580767962?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://allsolutionsnetwork.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi/DM9176/Free_Vacations.htm' title='Get a Vacation Certificate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/234168586580767962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-vacation-certificate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/234168586580767962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/234168586580767962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-vacation-certificate.html' title='Get a Vacation Certificate'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-3516480814106798910</id><published>2009-03-20T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:07:02.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Stop Smoking - Why should I</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm sitting here wondering Why I want to stop smoking. It's not because my mom died of Brain Cancer less than a month after being diagnosed with Lung Cancer. I mean she had Emphazemia for over 10 years and that was not from smoking she did a chemcical burn on her lungs.. (Watch the oven cleaner) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quitting because my step dad, ass-wipe that he is hates smoking and he burned me to “force” me to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quitting because my best friend died of Lung cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quitting because my sister is taking drugs to make her stop smoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even quitting because my mate does not smoke, heck her mom and her daughter don't smoke either.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I think It has more to do with the fact that I tried running up a mountain the other day while chasing the dogs.  I had to stop gasping for breath.  Got dizzy and almost fell off a ledge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is day 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm sitting here looking at my webpage.  My Mug is missing. The explanation for the picture is ok.  Then Magpie, Viral Ads Unleased (Free) My Twitter Widget. A little “Peel Away Ad” up in the corner.  Then the tweetergetter link.   All above the fold line.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to figure out how to add tabs to my page.   And I think change my background picture I used a picture from the “snow storm”.   Now for me the webpage works fine.  I just go to it.  And then click on a link to go directly to that site to work on my ads.  &lt;br /&gt;However everything is out of order.  And some of the stuff is not centered properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is going to be busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a couple loads of papercrete.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hike the mountain and get pictures. (Flowers and cactus blooms)&lt;br /&gt;3. Work on website. &lt;br /&gt;4. Vacuum &lt;br /&gt;5. Dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have any suggestions or code for working on my website send me a twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I use My Free WebSite Builder software or I use the edit function on CPanel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-3516480814106798910?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://debmcbee.com' title='Me Stop Smoking - Why should I'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3516480814106798910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-stop-smoking-why-should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3516480814106798910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/3516480814106798910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-stop-smoking-why-should-i.html' title='Me Stop Smoking - Why should I'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-2447627100325317905</id><published>2009-03-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:04:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I TWITTER DO YOU</title><content type='html'>I twitter do you?  I enjoy twitter and all the tools offered by 3rd parties.  Like tweetergetter, backtweets, mosaic, timer and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool stuff.  Plus it makes it a lot easier for me to keep up with my mentors and for others to keep up with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well short post I guess.  I did papercrete today.  I'm taking an online test at the moment and my love is about to get home.. Just buzzed me on the radio..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-2447627100325317905?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tweetergetter.com/desertsolar' title='I TWITTER DO YOU'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2447627100325317905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-twitter-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2447627100325317905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/2447627100325317905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-twitter-do-you.html' title='I TWITTER DO YOU'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-6358948805013009407</id><published>2009-03-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:57:36.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Trip to Arches</title><content type='html'>Foot Sore Dog&lt;br /&gt;Sunday March 8 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Well I reached the mountain at 1:00PM got home at 4:59PM hey my sister called while I was gone. My guess is her roommate told her about the email I sent to HER!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have two main area's that I climb in. The first area starts out with nice round river rocks and is easy for the dogs. They just don't like me using them as canary's in the mine shafts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second area I climb in is volcanic rock with violent upthrusts. I have to wear gloves. I did NOT THINK before taking the dogs with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so everybody made it to the top of the mountain ok. I got some great pictures. Now I need to find the camera cable. I forgot to put in a memory chip. (Maxtor external H.D. cable works) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the way down the mountain I found out dogs don't like climbing down - really rough cut your hand kind of rock. The two boys made it all the way down no problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave them some water and emptied my old "alice" backpack. Took a little water, a lease, and my empty pack about a 1/4 of the way back up the mountain where Misty was stuck on a ledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st I gave her some water. Lifted her off the ledge and she collapsed under a bush. Coaxing did not work. Tried some Beef Jerky no go.  Took the collar off Charlie and put that on Misty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging was not going to work. She rolled over and played dead. &lt;br /&gt;Last resort. Pick her up and stuff her in the backpack.. Head out, pull the drawstring tight so she cannot get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not like it when I put the pack on -- rolled over and stood up. It took me a minute to get my balance and for her to stop trying to jump out. I did not much like it either. She weighs over 50 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we got her down to the truck and out of the bag. Gave the dogs a big bowl of water and I started picking up the wood that someone had dumped in the area. Hey gotta get firewood - wherever you find it in the desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty could not even jump into the truck when I was ready to leave. Had to pick her up. As soon as we got home she jumped out and is now snoring on the floor beside me. I think all 4 dogs are now sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty was limping and whining, the boys are out in the Living Room and Lady the old girl is so close to my chair I dare not move. Well that's it for this update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUES March 10 - Misty still limping, Duke cut his paw pad here at the house and is now doing the 3 legged dog trick. Charlie is his bouncy, dancing self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-6358948805013009407?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://debmcbee.com' title='Sunday&apos;s Trip to Arches'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6358948805013009407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-trip-to-arches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6358948805013009407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/6358948805013009407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-trip-to-arches.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Trip to Arches'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-5774566504354825955</id><published>2009-03-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:56:06.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statements'/><title type='text'>Crazy Ideas &amp; Questions</title><content type='html'>I forgot to check my forex account on Sunday.  Better open that up in a new window.  Ok, That's a yippie I made money. Which begs the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a managed forex account. I put money in. I check it and watch it grow. I do not touch it or withdraw any money. Do I have to declare it on my IRS taxes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up a lot and walk outside to look at the trees in the day and the stars at night. I do some of my best thinking then. By the time I get back inside I forgot what was hot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a wireless headset so that if I talk while I'm outside it will WRITE the info for me. Not a voice recorder I've got a ton of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vista Speech engine is driving me crazy. I've got it set to autostart with the PC but every single time I have to go into the control panel and set options and run through the tutor to get it to work for this session.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reboot and it's not where it should be.  Anyone got any ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got my mates taxes done.  Now I have to do mine.. Nightmare time. All those online business expenses. Oh don't forget the state business license.  Then I need the credit card statements. The 401K statements. The IRA statements. The home office deductions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh deductions for when I have to drive to town to get an intenet connection. The extra dial up connection for when the satalight goes down..  Busy busy busy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-5774566504354825955?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/djmtax' title='Crazy Ideas &amp; Questions'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5774566504354825955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-ideas-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5774566504354825955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5774566504354825955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-ideas-questions.html' title='Crazy Ideas &amp; Questions'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-5753658583140634226</id><published>2009-02-28T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:49:47.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweetergetter'/><title type='text'>Crazy Idea</title><content type='html'>Gary has a crazy idea. 19,530 new twitter followers in 30 days? Check it out http://tweetergetter.com/desertsolar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-5753658583140634226?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tweetergetter.com/desertsolar' title='Crazy Idea'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5753658583140634226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5753658583140634226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/5753658583140634226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-idea.html' title='Crazy Idea'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525773939452444412.post-8921721277532682660</id><published>2009-02-28T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:59:21.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><title type='text'>Is your Family Taken Care Of?</title><content type='html'>Off to a Gruesome start here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question being "Is Your Family Taken Care Of?  If you should die tonight or tomorrow who is going to decide who get what in your family.  Your WILL or the laws of your local court, which may make awards that were you alive you would not like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you can't die?  Your way to young?  My brother died at 42 overnight heart attack.  My cousin 2 years later same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden death in the family has a way of jolting everyone in the family to a local lawyers office to see about getting a will done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Las Vegas area a simple will for a single person can easily run over $500 PLUS you lose time - you have to secudle an appointment. You have to drive to his/her office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could buy simple will making software. Read the fine print... Will it be legal in your state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worked for me?  http://tinyurl.com/makewill &lt;br /&gt;Read the 10 Reason's You should have a will. Then click the link at the bottom of the page that says: &lt;strong&gt;Click here for Immediate Online Will Preparation Services. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will well be legal in your state.  Simple or complicated my team can handle it. Do you need a lawyer?  Probably not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525773939452444412-8921721277532682660?l=debmcbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/makewill' title='Is your Family Taken Care Of?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8921721277532682660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-your-family-taken-care-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8921721277532682660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525773939452444412/posts/default/8921721277532682660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debmcbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-your-family-taken-care-of.html' title='Is your Family Taken Care Of?'/><author><name>Debra McBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051833979613317341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7efGCnZrVcA/Skt_qdbDaZI/AAAAAAAABaU/8t8yilLd4sk/S220/desertsolar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
