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  1. <?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-18890689</id><updated>2024-03-07T21:43:54.850-07:00</updated><category term="Best"/><title type='text'>slightlydrunk.com</title><subtitle type='html'>                                                                                     &lt;i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;.... sobriety in moderation ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-822819274608610915</id><published>2011-07-18T05:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T05:23:54.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Keep Smiling</title><summary type="text">
  2.  
  3.  
  4. I almost very foolishly &amp;amp; unintentionally let my &#39;Secret Life as a Blogger&#39; out a few weeks back.
  5.  
  6.  
  7. My writings in this blog have been a well guarded secret for many years to both my friends and family.
  8.  
  9. This has been done intentionally so I could always write freely &amp;amp; detail the events as how they actually happened instead of trying to save peoples egos &amp;amp; feelings and post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/822819274608610915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/gotta-keep-smiling.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/822819274608610915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/822819274608610915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/gotta-keep-smiling.html' title='Gotta Keep Smiling'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-3959090374510831099</id><published>2011-07-08T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:10:48.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila</title><summary type="text">
  10.  
  11.  
  12.  
  13. The party last Saturday night was excellent, Damn Excellent! My Mexican Tequila theme night was a huge success, if I do say so myself.
  14.  
  15.  
  16. I mean I&#39;ve had house (condo) parties before, and they have all been pretty good.  But this one, well this one really outdid all the others combined.
  17.  
  18.  
  19. This time I went all out....there was more then enough booze on hand; I made bloody sure of that.  On top</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3959090374510831099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/tequila.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3959090374510831099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3959090374510831099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/07/tequila.html' title='Tequila'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-2780516210765410058</id><published>2011-06-24T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:16:14.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><summary type="text">
  20.  
  21. My Mom had already read the riot act to me on numerous occasions about me being more patient and tolerant to my recently separated younger sister.
  22.  
  23. It was Moms&#39; assertion that, with two young children to raise as well as having a full time job, Sis didn&#39;t need her few spare hours filled with arguing &amp;amp; bickering with the likes of me.
  24.  
  25. I verbally agreed with Mom that I would try and &#39;tone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2780516210765410058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/hollywood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2780516210765410058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2780516210765410058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-719376404042265910</id><published>2011-06-17T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:01:00.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfin&#39; Bird</title><summary type="text">
  26.  
  27.  
  28.  
  29. OK, maybe it’s just me.&amp;nbsp;
  30. In fact, it must just be me because no one else seems to be complaining.
  31.  
  32.  
  33.  
  34. Twitter is just really beginning to get on my very last
  35. nerve lately and let me just say, I don&#39;t like it.
  36.  
  37.  
  38.  
  39. Sure you can sit back and argue it is the best &amp;amp; most
  40. revolutionary thing that is around in social networking today, and you would
  41. not be wrong.....
  42.  
  43.  
  44.  
  45.  
  46. I think what I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/719376404042265910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/surfin-bird.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/719376404042265910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/719376404042265910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/surfin-bird.html' title='Surfin&#39; Bird'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-2105130084146504539</id><published>2011-06-10T04:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T04:01:00.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Religion</title><summary type="text">
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  48.  
  49. This story happened back in February of this year.&amp;nbsp; I was talking to my Mom on the phone and she &#39;casually mentioned&#39; that there is nothing she would rather see then for me to settle down with a &#39;nice girl&#39; or so she put it.
  50.  
  51.  
  52.  
  53. Now this is not a surprising statement in the least.&amp;nbsp; In fact, this is a recurring conversation that Mom has with me approximately once every couple months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2105130084146504539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/losing-my-religion.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2105130084146504539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2105130084146504539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/06/losing-my-religion.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;Losing My Religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-2797853382812296561</id><published>2011-05-27T04:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T04:00:02.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair of the Dog</title><summary type="text">
  54.  
  55.  
  56.  
  57.  
  58. This was DAMN hilarious!&amp;nbsp;
  59.  
  60.  
  61.  
  62.  
  63. The family &#39;gossip&#39;, also known as my sister, had just called me and
  64. passed on a supposed secret which Mom had earlier relayed to her.&amp;nbsp; Evidently the females in my family are certainly not ones to keep any information too
  65. confidential for any extended period of time.
  66.  
  67.  
  68.  
  69. The news was that for the past year or so, our father has
  70. been getting his haircuts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2797853382812296561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/hair-of-dog.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2797853382812296561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2797853382812296561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/hair-of-dog.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;teal&quot;&gt;Hair of the Dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-1508474578683097551</id><published>2011-05-20T04:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T04:52:39.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in a Box</title><summary type="text">
  71.  
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  73.  
  74.  
  75.  
  76.  
  77.  
  78. Sometimes it’s hard to recognize when you have worn out your welcome.
  79.  
  80. You look back in protest and say &#39;but I was popular, before when...&#39; and then make a vague reference to some brief moment from the distant past.
  81.  
  82. A fleeting and short moment, but you hang on to it like some flea-bitten old dog hangs on to a bone.&amp;nbsp; Refusing to acknowledge that it really is time to go.
  83.  
  84. But for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1508474578683097551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/trapped-in-box.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/1508474578683097551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/1508474578683097551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/trapped-in-box.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;Trapped in a Box&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-9133013700732605212</id><published>2011-05-13T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:05:42.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Talk</title><summary type="text">
  85. The last long weekend here was Good Friday &amp;amp; then Easter Sunday, usually a rather enjoyable holiday for me - however this year, definitely not so much.
  86.  
  87. Friday began OK and it was indeed &#39;Good Friday&#39;, a good Friday for drinking that is!&amp;nbsp; It had been quite awhile since I had gotten together with my friends as we all seem to be so busy lately with conflicting schedules.
  88.  
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  90.  
  91.  
  92. We met up at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9133013700732605212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-talk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/9133013700732605212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/9133013700732605212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-talk.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;Crazy Talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-5856630911727092043</id><published>2011-05-05T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:31:22.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint It, Black</title><summary type="text">
  93.  
  94.  
  95.  
  96.  Having absolutely no food in the house and way too lazy (&amp;amp; also a bit hung-over) to bother going grocery shopping, I figured the best alternative would be to head over to my folks place and &#39;drop in&#39; for lunch there.
  97.  
  98. I mean, it was Sunday &amp;amp; I usually go there for dinner anyway, the only difference today is that I&#39;ll just arrive a few hours early. No big deal......
  99.  
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  102.  
  103. As I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5856630911727092043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/paint-it-black.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5856630911727092043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5856630911727092043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/paint-it-black.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;Paint It, Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-5984221155527943296</id><published>2011-04-02T11:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:22:39.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Those Years Ago</title><summary type="text">
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  106. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
  107.  
  108. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
  109.  
  110. &amp;nbsp;When you are being lazy and not updating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5984221155527943296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-those-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5984221155527943296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5984221155527943296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-those-years-ago.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;All Those Years Ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-4138991326498648327</id><published>2010-12-16T08:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:23:41.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><summary type="text">
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  115.  
  116. 
  117.  
  118. With the festive season fast approaching, I thought I would take a moment &amp;amp; share a rather &#39;heart-warming&#39; Christmas story which is going on over at my parents place.
  119.  
  120.  
  121.  
  122. A few months ago one of my fathers oldest and dearest friends, Alistair, had mailed my Dad a parcel from his home in Aberdeen, Scotland to here in Canada.
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  128. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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  130. &amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4138991326498648327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/4138991326498648327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/4138991326498648327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-250442461682793305</id><published>2010-10-12T18:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:25:07.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Only Sleeping</title><summary type="text">
  131.  
  132. &amp;nbsp;
  133.  
  134.  
  135. Blah, Blah, Blah, Cash Flow, Blah, Blah, Deposit Account vs. Chequing Account, Blah, Blah.....
  136.  
  137.  
  138.  
  139. I  found myself in the unfortunate position of sitting in my accountants  office as he was giving me the annual &#39;state of the union&#39; address,  which I always dread as I can rarely understand any of it.
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  142. You  see, I am pretty much the &#39;common guy&#39;.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/250442461682793305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-only-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/250442461682793305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/250442461682793305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-only-sleeping.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;purple&quot;&gt;I&#39;m Only Sleeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-7588543904028815526</id><published>2010-10-03T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:26:37.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Fear the Reaper</title><summary type="text">
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  147. Only a few days after my folks had returned from their holiday and  things were finally back to normal, my elderly father boastfully  mentioned that he had just purchased a couple of cemetery plots for Mom  &amp;amp; himself &#39;for a song&#39;, or so he phrased it.
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  149. This was no big deal in general as Dad is well known to always be on  the lookout for a bargain, it is in his nature.   But he seemed  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7588543904028815526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-fear-reaper.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7588543904028815526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7588543904028815526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-fear-reaper.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t Fear the Reaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-9015609712166991005</id><published>2010-09-20T18:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:29:07.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><summary type="text">
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  153. It was very early Saturday morning and I had been out quite late the night before having a &#39;few drinks&#39; to celebrate my work contract ending (and the large payout which accompanied it, of course!)
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  155. I was jarred out of my deep and peaceful sleep by the damn telephone continually ringing and messages being left.  They were all from my father.  I looked over and squinting at my clock, it showed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9015609712166991005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/fly-away.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/9015609712166991005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/9015609712166991005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/fly-away.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;teal&quot;&gt;Fly Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-477673964584958185</id><published>2010-09-07T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:20:52.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><summary type="text">A couple of weeks back I wrote a brief article on what the best Blog Exchange Service was and gave each of the top 5 services a letter grade based on various categories.  (you can read that post   HERE )The article also had a user poll where my readers could vote on their favourite Blog Service was and quite surprisingly, EntreCard   finished second (at time of writing this).I say surprisingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/477673964584958185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/poker-face.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/477673964584958185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/477673964584958185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-7366308942754199944</id><published>2010-08-26T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:07:40.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don&#39;t Want to Know</title><summary type="text">It was early Saturday afternoon and I was just pulling up to my parents&#39; house to drop off some cooking pans my Mom had let me borrow last week.As I got out of the car I could hear my elderly father yelling at two well-dressed individuals on the front door step.  (Actually it was loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear!)&quot;Clear off!&quot; Dad yelled towards them angrily.  &quot;Bothering an honest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7366308942754199944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-want-to-know.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7366308942754199944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7366308942754199944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-want-to-know.html' title='I Don&#39;t Want to Know'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-7103316830872297033</id><published>2010-08-16T05:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:04:04.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling Dice</title><summary type="text">Back in 2006 I wrote up a report card for the major blog traffic exchanges in play at that time with the goal being to share my experiences and opinions of them and also to get your feedback, as users on these exchanges.Well that was 4 years ago and the landscape for bloggers who are looking around to find a community to join &amp;amp; get exposure to, has changed quite dramatically.    There are new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7103316830872297033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumbling-dice.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7103316830872297033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7103316830872297033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumbling-dice.html' title='Tumbling Dice'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-3699160049127494117</id><published>2010-08-04T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:43:03.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi</title><summary type="text">We had just finished a delicious dessert &amp;amp; were all sitting around the kitchen table when Dad began his story about picking up his car at the mechanics earlier in the week.&quot;I had to take a taxi down to go pick it up.&quot;  Dad began, shooting me a rather nasty glance.  &quot;No one around here to give a poor old pensioner a ride anywhere or help a guy out.&quot;&quot;Hey!&quot;  I interrupted.    &quot;I offered to drive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3699160049127494117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/taxi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3699160049127494117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3699160049127494117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/taxi.html' title='Taxi'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-5121274028013626253</id><published>2010-07-22T04:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:01:37.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me with Your Best Shot</title><summary type="text">It was Sunday afternoon and I had just arrived over at my folks place for dinner.It seems now with everyone being so busy these days that Sunday is the only day to relax and catch up on all the news with my parents and is something I always look forward to doing each week.    Plus my Mom&#39;s good cooking doesn&#39;t hurt either.However as I entered the kitchen today, Mom turned around and gave me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5121274028013626253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5121274028013626253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/5121274028013626253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit Me with Your Best Shot'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-8057589365159640919</id><published>2010-07-08T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:32:20.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbags &amp; Gladrags</title><summary type="text">My father was furious.  Ranting and swearing as he slammed the back door, he walked into the kitchen carrying what appeared to be a bunch of old crumpled up rags in his right hand.Now before any of you quit reading this thinking that you may have seen this post previously, let me assure you that is not the case.The situation only just sounds very familiar as my elderly father is frequently in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8057589365159640919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/handbags-gladrags.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/8057589365159640919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/8057589365159640919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/handbags-gladrags.html' title='Handbags &amp; Gladrags'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-2132234874008382784</id><published>2010-06-29T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:57:04.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Train</title><summary type="text">It was late Saturday afternoon and I was &#39;returning&#39; my niece &amp;amp; nephew to my sister after having a great day looking after them.Sis was still at work &amp;amp; had asked that I drop them off at the office so as they could all go out later.I always really enjoy hanging around the kids for a few hours each week, it is something I always look forward to.   But spending any time at all with my sister</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2132234874008382784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-train.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2132234874008382784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2132234874008382784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-train.html' title='Crazy Train'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-7723131317385370494</id><published>2010-06-18T00:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:53:15.548-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best"/><title type='text'>The Stroke</title><summary type="text">Claire seemed to be a pretty nice girl.  She certainly was hot.  Very hot!  A gorgeous, tall brunette who seemed quite intelligent and would laugh at all my jokes.Really though, I should have known that there would eventually be a problem.  There&#39;s always a problem.So back in late January, we began dating.  Things seemed to be going fine and we began to see quite a bit of one another.  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7723131317385370494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/stroke.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7723131317385370494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/7723131317385370494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/stroke.html' title='The Stroke'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-2200064984216213569</id><published>2010-04-23T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:21:03.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One More Time</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s time once again to either celebrate my return or drown your sorrows!  Either way alcohol is undoubtedly involved and so is slightlydrunk.com!Yes, like the old adage my Mom likes to use so often &quot;A bad penny always turns up&quot;, it looks like this blog will be returning.I have put the countdown clock above, but for those poor folks with neither a calculator nor the interest in figuring it out, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2200064984216213569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2200064984216213569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/2200064984216213569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-one-more-time.html' title='Just One More Time'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-3559682414385285438</id><published>2009-11-26T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:45:02.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back Time</title><summary type="text">So this past Saturday I kindly volunteered to look after my sisters&#39; kids since both her and her husband Doug, would be working.I actually enjoy spending time with my 8 year old nephew Mikey and his three-year-old sister, Emma.  We decided to make a day of it.  First off to the zoo, then to an afternoon movie and finally out for a late lunch.The kids, as usual, were really well behaved and we all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3559682414385285438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3559682414385285438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/3559682414385285438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-8287269603874514574</id><published>2009-11-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T17:17:12.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of Us</title><summary type="text">I am not entirely sure as to why however, no matter how old I am, I&#39;ve always taken great pleasure and enjoyment when seeing my sister in either an embarrassing or difficult situations.
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  159. Sis was explaining to Mom and myself that her 8 year old son (my nephew) Mikey seems to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8287269603874514574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-of-us.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/8287269603874514574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890689/posts/default/8287269603874514574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlydrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-of-us.html' title='Two of Us'/><author><name>slightlydrunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2383/1859/320/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>

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