<?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-2665838717801702605</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:04:19.267-05:00</updated><category term='Chi Turbo'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Meat Party'/><category term='Wendy&apos;s'/><category term='meat'/><category term='heat'/><category term='fashion tips'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='Cheese'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='5/13/09 blog'/><category term='Target'/><category term='eyelash serum'/><category term='Crystal Soda'/><category term='30'/><category term='Stay classy'/><category term='grill'/><category term='Wegman&apos;s'/><category term='Pink Floyd'/><category term='travel'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='Scranton'/><category term='Customer Service'/><category term='aerie'/><category term='taco pasta'/><category term='food'/><category term='Gerrity&apos;s'/><category term='bikini top'/><category term='Price Chopper'/><category term='Mr. Peanut'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='personal tacos'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='Wal-Mart'/><category term='salsa'/><category term='Crystal Cream Soda'/><title type='text'>Franchise Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>This.  Is my life.  True story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-481663614420988602</id><published>2010-05-19T17:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:19:08.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>Not Exactly Alfredo Sauce, But Just As Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RVWeVAEyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Kw3jpr0Zgws/s1600/winter+%26+spring+2010+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473093291748627234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RVWeVAEyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Kw3jpr0Zgws/s200/winter+%26+spring+2010+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cheese. There's no surprise there. I also love Alfredo sauce, but sometimes it needs a little kick. I found this sauce was just the thing - Gorgonzola Sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what you need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your favorite cooked pasta (I used linguine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp butter or margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 cups whipping/heavy cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup dry white wine or chicken broth (I used some left over white zin.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup crumbled Gorgonzola cheese (2 ounces) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped walnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook the pasta to your liking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;While it is cooking, melt the butter in a medium sized sauce pan over medium heat (I had to use low because I have a gas stove). After it is melted, add the garlic and stir until it has a golden hue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in the whipping cream, wine, and salt. Cook, stirring occasionally, until it begins to thicken and then reduce the heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in the cheese and cook until it is melted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toss the pasta and the sauce together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top with walnuts and any extra cheese if you please.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sauce has a good taste to it and is not as bland as some Alfredo sauces can be. I served this with small bruschette rounds and Wegmans' store made bruschette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-481663614420988602?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/481663614420988602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-exactly-alfredo-sauce-but-just-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/481663614420988602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/481663614420988602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-exactly-alfredo-sauce-but-just-as.html' title='Not Exactly Alfredo Sauce, But Just As Good'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RVWeVAEyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Kw3jpr0Zgws/s72-c/winter+%26+spring+2010+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-3380476852708792245</id><published>2010-05-19T16:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:02:42.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Take-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love Chinese take-out just as much as the next person, but it gets a little expensive after a while. So I decided to make my own. I got all of my ingredients at Wegmans and I used my wok I got for my wedding shower (almost three years ago). The wok was actually the inspiration for this, because I felt so bad for not using it and it seemed to call me everytime I went into the pan&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RQTsKdAUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OOjOXLl1LKA/s1600/stir+fry+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473087746364735810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RQTsKdAUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OOjOXLl1LKA/s200/stir+fry+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;try. So I got it out, oiled it up, and started cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what you need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 lb. beef sirloin strips, 3 tbsp water, 1 1/2 tbsp corn starch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 diced red peper, stir fry veggies (onions, snow peas, baby corn, carrots, etc. I used a package Wegmans had ready so I didn't have to do the cutting and washing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 tbsp peeled and chopped garlic, 1 1/2 tbsp chopped fresh ginger root (this also comes in a paste and can be located in the aisle that contains the prechopped garlic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 tbsp veggie oil, 1/2 cup stir fry sauce (or 1/4 cup soy sauce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RRMrtP2UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aTDrESBn2-I/s1600/stir+fry+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473088725494782274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RRMrtP2UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aTDrESBn2-I/s200/stir+fry+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steam the veggies for 3 - 5 minutes until they're tender and bright. (I used a big boiling pot with a steamer basked. After the veggies were steamed, I removed the basket and then put a bag of rice into the boiling water now flavored with the veggies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Place the beef in a small bowl with the water and the cornstarch. Coat the beef in the cornstarch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cover the pan with the oil and heat on high until it sizzles and smokes &lt;em&gt;a little bit&lt;/em&gt; (you may want to wear an apron and open a window. I'm just saying.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stir fry the beef, ginger, and garlic for about 5 minutes (or about medium rare).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Add the veggies and stir fry for another minute or two (or until your meat is cooked to your liking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Add the stir fry sauce and stir until headed through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I served with cooked brown rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-3380476852708792245?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3380476852708792245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-than-take-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3380476852708792245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3380476852708792245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-than-take-out.html' title='Better Than Take-Out'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S_RQTsKdAUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OOjOXLl1LKA/s72-c/stir+fry+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-1397423043906326977</id><published>2010-04-28T17:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:26:38.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal tacos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taco pasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wegman&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A New Way to Personalize Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;If you know me, you know I love to cook and take pictures. If you know my family, you know we love our "Personal Taco Parties." I found a way to combine all three things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, I made a variation of Rachael Ray's Taco Pasta Toss. And thanks to my neighborhood Wegman's grocery store, it came out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9ivUncBiyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qp_gVPT8I_E/s1600/April+2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465310916532865826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9ivUncBiyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qp_gVPT8I_E/s320/April+2010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I made the salsa. The original recipe called for chopped tomatoes and jalapenos and and only using part of an onion. We love salsa, so I made some quick salsa. Using an onion chopper (the kind you place the onion on the blade and push down on the arm), I chopped the onion (I saved some for the beef), two small plum tomatoes, and a clove of garlic. I mixed everything together in a bowl with a bit of olive oil and some freeze dried cilantro (it's just as tasty as fresh, and I can use it whenever I want).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9i00DS7FEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g9mo_zs4FQk/s1600/April+2010+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465316954144969794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9i00DS7FEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g9mo_zs4FQk/s320/April+2010+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started cooking the penne pasta. I used half a box for two people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I browned a pound of lean, ground beef and three-quarters of the onion in a skillet. I also used a packet of taco seasoning. The original recipe calls for chili powder, coriander, and cumin. I used the seasoning because it won price wise in comparison to buying the coriander (I had the other two ingredients). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything was browned, I added a small can of tomato paste and a bottle of Corona. I stirred it all together and let it bubble and the sauce reduce and thicken, about 10 minutes. You should stir pretty often, or it will all stick to the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465308924915988594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s320/April+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put the cooked and drained pasta on a plate, added the meat (sooooo &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;good, I could just eat it plain) and then topped with shredded lettuce (already shredded and in &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the perfect portion for two thanks to Wegman's), cheddar cheese, and the salsa. I also added a bit of sour cream for a little creaminess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you want to try it like I made it - here's what you'll need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb extra lean ground beef &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 packet taco seasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small can of tomato paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 plum tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 clove of garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bottle of beer or a cup of stock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shredded lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sour cream &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9itgsFjuHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/El7MSVcN8g0/s1600/April+2010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-1397423043906326977?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1397423043906326977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-way-to-personalize-tacos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1397423043906326977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1397423043906326977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-way-to-personalize-tacos.html' title='A New Way to Personalize Tacos'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S9ivUncBiyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qp_gVPT8I_E/s72-c/April+2010+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-4197675034281190881</id><published>2010-03-14T15:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:37:27.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5/13/09 blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini top'/><title type='text'>A Guy with Fashion Sense!</title><content type='html'>Spring fever is upon NEPA with the celebration of Pi day (that's 3/14 for you non-math people; also notice I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; referencing that other celebration for various other reasons) and aside from the deluge of rain in the past 48 hours, the weather is looking up. Almost all of the snow February brought us is gone and birds are chirping. I've been wearing flip flops around the house and opening the windows at work. Renewal is here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I will reference a point I made in my May 13, 2009 blog post with a funny story. The point is - a bikini top is not a substitute for a bra. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping Friday afternoon and stopped in aerie (it's American Eagle's answer to Victoria Secret) to look at yoga pants. As I am looking through the merchandise, I realize how very small it is, even the larges and extra larges look like kids clothes. So I begin to walk out figuring nothing is going to fit me in there when I see an interesting sight. A woman (I'm going to guess in her late twenties/early thirties) is looking at the bikini tops which I think are too small for a Cabbage Patch doll. As she's looking through them, her male companion asks her what is she doing looking through the bathing suits; it's too early to buy them. She responds: "I'm looking to buy only the top so I don't have to wear a bra under my tank top." He responds: "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. A bathing suit isn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;underwear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bathing suit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And these look heavier than your bras so wouldn't you be hotter in a bathing suit? That's the most stupid idea I've ever heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go guy! Tell her that a bathing suit is not underwear. And if he understood this (and he was wearing a striped rugby shirt and patchwork plaid shorts) then she should of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped out of the store and said something to the extent of he wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah, he does sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-4197675034281190881?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4197675034281190881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/guy-with-fashion-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/4197675034281190881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/4197675034281190881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/guy-with-fashion-sense.html' title='A Guy with Fashion Sense!'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-3059647450617398316</id><published>2010-02-13T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:59:19.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Cream Soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerrity&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Price Chopper'/><title type='text'>The Best Valentine's Day Present Ever!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S3dm_bmtYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MMQTLYxqL_o/s1600-h/Crystal+Club+Soda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437928315001069746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S3dm_bmtYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MMQTLYxqL_o/s320/Crystal+Club+Soda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his never ending mission to keep me happy, Brian has found the best Valentine's Day present ever: Crystal Cream Soda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, Price Chopper in Taylor is selling Birchola, Orange, and Cream soda by Crystal Soda for $0.99 for a 20oz. bottle. It's expensive, I know (you used to be able to get 6 cans for $2.00 at Gerrity's) but it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says love like Crystal Club soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-3059647450617398316?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3059647450617398316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-valentines-day-present-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3059647450617398316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3059647450617398316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-valentines-day-present-ever.html' title='The Best Valentine&apos;s Day Present Ever!!!!'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S3dm_bmtYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MMQTLYxqL_o/s72-c/Crystal+Club+Soda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-4820298881891840971</id><published>2010-01-05T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:00:00.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Peanut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><title type='text'>The Great Game of Cat and Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S0PgcLb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oushFg65Hdk/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423425150995200098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S0PgcLb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oushFg65Hdk/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;December was an exciting month. There were parties, and relatives visiting/to visit, and presents to wrap and open, and lots of food. But the biggest excitement was what went on in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Peanut caught three mice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mouse #1 was cornered in the room where Brian and I keep some of our clothes and our shoes. Mr. Peanut successfully trapped the mouse in a shoe and Brian set it free. Exciting, but not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mouse #2 was left at the bottom of the staircase for me to discover at 6:30 A.M. Needless to say, I ran, barefoot, screaming up the stairs. Brian took care of this mouse (time of death is still undetermined, but cause of death was pretty obvious) and Mr. Peanut sat and waited for me outside of the shower for me to praise him for his job well done. Exciting and gross and I'm still getting shivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mouse #3 was discovered a few days after Mouse #2. Mr. Peanut was carefully guarding a stack of DVDs while I made breakfast and Brian and I discussed what decorations to put on the Christmas tree and who would shovel the snow and what mass to go to. Kitty lunged, the mouse went running across the house, and I jumped on to a kitchen chair screaming. Mr. Peanut caught the mouse, was walking toward me with it in his mouth and Brian accidentally bumped him. Peanut dropped the mouse and it went to hide in the living room. As I'm having a stroke I somehow manage to pull myself together to go on with my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that afternoon, I begin to decorate the tree, vaguely aware of the presence of a mouse in the room I'm in. Mr. Peanut's sitting pretty keeping an eye on things when all of a sudden I feel something bump my foot not once, not twice, but three times. The screaming (me), the chasing (kitten), and the laughing (Brian) begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to bed, me very tired from being attacked by the mouse, and prayed for nature to take its course over night. And sure enough it did. Mr. Peanut caught Mouse #3 the Monday before Christmas right by our tree. Thankfully, Brian took care of it so I didn't have to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm still freaked out when the cat sits and stares at the same place for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-4820298881891840971?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4820298881891840971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-game-of-cat-and-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/4820298881891840971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/4820298881891840971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-game-of-cat-and-mouse.html' title='The Great Game of Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/S0PgcLb8-GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oushFg65Hdk/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-737504983929327795</id><published>2009-12-27T08:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:31:16.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Season's Greetings and an Early Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzduYP-wxgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dgwF5bncnXA/s1600-h/july+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922039449372162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzduYP-wxgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dgwF5bncnXA/s320/july+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2009 flew by just like any other year. It started off with a bout of flu (seasonal, not swine) and swiftly the routine of teaching and taking two graduate classes at night developed. In March, Mr. Peanut had to have surgery again. This time he had to have the scar tissue that developed from the previous surgery removed. It was another two weeks of recovery for him, which meant two weeks of him wearing one of those cone-thingies on his head and Brian and I &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to inject liquid antibiotics into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon the warmer weather came. In April, the Alferio, Rudnick, and Klepadlo families came together to celebrate Marion Rudnick's, our mother/grandmother/great-grandmother, 90th birthday. Everyone had a great time catching up and watching the little kids play. It was truly a blessing to gather as it was the last birthday she would celebrate. She passed away on November 1st, All Saint's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May brought the annual Memorial Day Meat Party to our house. The Clarks traveled from Ohio to join in the fun. It poured all day and we were forced to sit on the front porch and dare each other to eat Rooster Sauce, a type of Korean hot sauce. Brian and I were also inducted into Alpha Epsilon Lambda, the graduate honor society at Marywood. We took a few trips to Washington, D.C. to visit Brian's sister, but the spring flew by even faster than the winter did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my last graduate class on July 10th! What a great feeling. However, I was soon faced with the daunting task of writing my thesis paper and doing my professional contribution. But I shoved all that aside for a few days a week when I got the chance to watch my nephew, Jacob. We spent our days playing, watching &lt;em&gt;Curious George&lt;/em&gt;, going to the Steamtown Mall to throw coins in the water fountain, and swimming in the baby pool at Grandma Nonie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I went to Columbus to celebrate the wedding of his sister and then it was back to school time. I continued teaching 7th grade English and started my research. But the biggest event of the year had to be September 20th. It was my 30th birthday! I celebrated with my family and my friends and their families. It was great and truly a day to remember, although I'm still not sure if I'm ready enough to be a mature 30 year-old adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/work/studying routine continued (which made me feel even older because I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be responsible working on my own to meet deadlines) and Brian and I took a trip to St. Marys, Ohio for Thanksgiving. We were glad to be driving in my wonderful Honda Civic (if you haven't already, you &lt;em&gt;really need&lt;/em&gt; to buy a Honda), which I had been in an accident with a few weeks prior (that brought the grand total up to only two ER visits this year. Brian had one in February when he cut his hand open washing a wine glass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alferio/Clark/Ferri families came together at my parents' house for Christmas Eve. It was fun watching Jacob, almost two, open all the presents. He calls me "Aunt Sissie" and enjoys telling me his favorite color is green and that his dog is bad. He bought me a "&lt;em&gt;beautiful"&lt;/em&gt; Christmas vest with big red birds and flowers on it. Yesterday Brian and I traveled the the PA/OH border to exchange gifts with his parents and brother. The local forecasters assured us it would be a great travel day, but how they overlooked the huge storm spanning about 150 miles in the middle of the state, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the year comes to a close and I have rambled on way to much (yes, Brian is rubbing off on me). The New Year brings with it the hope of graduating on Mother's Day and many other exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send my wishes out to you and all those you know for a great, happy, healthy, safe, and financially sound 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - The picture on the top is of Brian and me in Atlantic City in July celebrating our 2nd anniversary. The picture below is of Jill and me taken 10 years ago in London, England, celebrating the Millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/Szdu_q72F_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rUiXwx4IXGE/s1600-h/London+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922716699793394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/Szdu_q72F_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rUiXwx4IXGE/s320/London+Tree.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-737504983929327795?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/737504983929327795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/belated-seasons-greetings-and-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/737504983929327795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/737504983929327795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/belated-seasons-greetings-and-early.html' title='Belated Season&apos;s Greetings and an Early Happy New Year'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzduYP-wxgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dgwF5bncnXA/s72-c/july+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-2056531731598054116</id><published>2009-12-24T11:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:20:43.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese'/><title type='text'>One's Love of Cheese Must Be in the Genes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzOUkzpj5XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RuBB1HuwGR8/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838136717567346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzOUkzpj5XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RuBB1HuwGR8/s320/IMG00072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzOUknY2gbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mv4V64QdUPk/s1600-h/IMG00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838133426258354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzOUknY2gbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mv4V64QdUPk/s320/IMG00070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alferio/Clark/Ferri families started the holidays with a celebration dinner on Dec. 23rd at the Elmhurst Country Club. It was here that Jacob discovered his love of Parmesan cheese and got a kick out of feeding it to me and then kissing me with it all over his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-2056531731598054116?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2056531731598054116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/ones-love-of-cheese-must-be-in-genes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/2056531731598054116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/2056531731598054116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/ones-love-of-cheese-must-be-in-genes.html' title='One&apos;s Love of Cheese Must Be in the Genes'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzOUkzpj5XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RuBB1HuwGR8/s72-c/IMG00072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-3169691829875357780</id><published>2009-12-21T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:45:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzBAvkMvAaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Ww9kCvrdjk/s1600-h/me+at+hershey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901537641824674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzBAvkMvAaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Ww9kCvrdjk/s320/me+at+hershey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you received the Christmas letter, then that is the reason for your visit. Unless you like to check my blog everyday, in which case I bet you were pretty disappointed in the last two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, check back on December 24th for an update on all the Christmas preparations going on, the results of Mr. Peanut's mouse hunt (Parts 1, 2, and 3) and the year in review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will update it this time - I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-3169691829875357780?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3169691829875357780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3169691829875357780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/3169691829875357780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SzBAvkMvAaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Ww9kCvrdjk/s72-c/me+at+hershey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-592277234577490723</id><published>2009-10-16T19:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:54:08.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chi Turbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart'/><title type='text'>Breaking Up Is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>If you know me well, you know the following three things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1.) I lack talent in the make-up/hair/primping department&lt;br /&gt;2.) I hate direct confrontation&lt;br /&gt;3.) I love Target more than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently decided it was time to invest in a flat iron to help tame my hair. Two factors played a big part in this - the first was my sister who encouraged me to do so and the second was the fact that Monday is school picture day and I have to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; with my hair. Jill gave me the great advice about what type of flat iron to purchase, but I decided to purchase a more "economical" (shall we say) version of one before committing to a professional one. So off to Target I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I could pick up a flat iron by Conair or Revlon or some other manufacturer and was willing to pay no more than $40.00 for said flat iron. Jill showed me how to use her Chi, which runs around $120.00, but I wasn't quite sure I was committed to spend that much money. Because let's face it - I'm not getting a bailout from the government and I already have a drawer full of beauty items used once and never thought of again. So imagine my surprise when I walk in and see a Chi Turbo flat iron on sale for $69.99 (original price 139.99). Woo-hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Jill to make sure this was a good deal and to see if she was familiar with the product and she assured me it was and I decided to splurge and buy it. I put it in my cart, continued with my shopping, and proceeded to the check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I purchased $29.68 worth of merchandise which included a Halloween gift for my nephew and tissues and hand sanitizer for my classroom (because they're not provided to the students by the school, but that's a whole other post). Then the cashier rang up the Chi Turbo. Imagine my surprise when the total came to a little over $148.00. So I tell the girl that it was marked on clearance for $69.99 and she tells me that Chis are never on sale and looks perturbed as she flips through the circular for the week. Meanwhile a line is forming. She informs me it is not on sale. I told her there was a sign there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in comes the supervisor of the cashiers. I tell her the story. I want the Chi Turbo. There's a sign over the original price of $139.99 advertising it for $69.99. She says she can't sell it to me for half price. I said, tough, that's what the sign says. So she gets on her walkie-talkie thingy and calls a stock person. Meanwhile my cashier has suspended my transaction and has begun ringing up other customers, forcing me and my cart and my previous purchases away from the cash register and into the aisle. The stock boy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confirms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that there is a sign over the Chi Turbos for $69.99, but the sign is for Conair flat irons. The supervisor tells me this in a not-so-nice tone. I said, that's fine, but it's still mislabeled and you still need to give it to me for $69.99 (this is something I learned from working in retail and at a grocery store - if an item's mislabeled, the store is supposed to sell you the item for the mislabeled price and then haul ass and fix the label). She tells me again, while she's starting another conversation with another co-worker, that she can't sell it to me for that price, she'll have to get the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the manager comes and the supervisor tells her the whole story and then continues her other conversation because, let's face it, the customer service has ended. The manager goes down to the aisle and I follow her. Surprise, the sign is gone. She now basically accuses me of lying. I tell her that I'm short. The Chi Turbos were on the top rack and the sign was above them. The sign was at least six feet up in the air. I couldn't even reach the flat irons to begin with, Brian had to help me. I couldn't have changed the sign. The stock boy was just down here 60 seconds ago. He took the sign off and took it with him. She tells me the price is $139.99 and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a pretty understanding person. But she's here telling me that there is no sign and only Conairs would be $69.99 and Chis are never on sale. Meanwhile I see the stock boy sneaking by the aisle. All she keeps repeating is she's sorry, but that's the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry too!!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But whoever stocked the items and placed the sign &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;screwed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I see it in stores everywhere, all the time. And those stores are nice enough to either sell the item to you for the wrong price or give you a discount of some sort. Ok - she couldn't sell me the item for half off, but she didn't even offer to give it to me for $20.00 off. She made it out to be my fault, the supervisor was done listening to me when she started her conversation about what she was doing this weekend, and the cashier was done with me when I made her look up the price. There was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no customer service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked away. Then I returned the $29.68 worth of merchandise that I charged on my Target credit card. And another thing - Target has recently installed new credit card reader machines. Your signature is no longer required for any credit/debit card purchase under $50.00 (the same applies at CVS drugstores). In this age of identity theft, is it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a good idea to let people charge things without &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; at the card or &lt;em&gt;asking&lt;/em&gt; for a signature? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective 6:15 P.M. EST, I have decided to boycott Target. Because, if this happened at Wal-Mart, you know I would have walked out of there with that Chi Turbo for $69.99.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-592277234577490723?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/592277234577490723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/592277234577490723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/592277234577490723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking Up Is Hard to Do'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-5194128614284122803</id><published>2009-08-04T22:35:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:35:35.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyelash serum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini top'/><title type='text'>On Turning 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SnjwZ8qTw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JdjsfaIT7jo/s1600-h/1st+bday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366303284582925186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SnjwZ8qTw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JdjsfaIT7jo/s320/1st+bday+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My first birthday celebrated around September 20th, 1980.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What a year. In those days between 1979 and 1980, &lt;em&gt;Solid Gold&lt;/em&gt; debuted on TV. John Lennon was still alive. Paul McCartney was arrested in Tokyo. "My Sharona" was a number one song on the charts as well as "Heart of Glass" by Blondie and "Rock with You" by Michael Jackson. Pink Floyd had just released &lt;em&gt;The Wall&lt;/em&gt;, a rock opera/concept album dealing with self isolation. Ozzy released &lt;em&gt;The Blizzard of Ozz&lt;/em&gt; and claimed his new title as the Prince of Darkness. Rod Stewart put out his first greatest hits album while ABBA put out their second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On film people found themselves divided over &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Star Trek&lt;/em&gt;. Jim Henson put out the first muppet movie. Peter Sellers, Alfred Hitchcock, John Wayne, and Zeppo Marx died. Meanwhile Zooey Deschanel (&lt;em&gt;Tin Man, 500 Days of Summer&lt;/em&gt;), Christina Ricci (&lt;em&gt;Casper, The Addams Family, Sleepy Hollow&lt;/em&gt;), Heath Ledger (&lt;em&gt;10 Things I Hate About You, The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;), and Mena Suvari (&lt;em&gt;American Beauty&lt;/em&gt;) draw their first breaths of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jimmy Carter was president, yet he was later defeated by Reagan. Mount St. Helens erupted. Pac Man was released into arcades and CNN began its first broadcast. Patty Hearst was released from prison. Margaret Thatcher becomes prime minister of England while Carter is recovering from an attack by a swamp rabbit while hunting. Saddam Hussein takes office and the Soviet Union invades Afghanistan. Mc Donald's introduces the Happy Meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today John Lennon is dead. George Harrison too. Syd Barret and Richard Wright from Pink Floyd are also gone. Michael Jackson will moonwalk no more. "My Sharona" is considered a staple song of Gen X, Ozzy has/had/has his own reality show on MTV, and the works of ABBA have been turned into a hit musical and movie. We've seen the remake of &lt;em&gt;Star Trek &lt;/em&gt;and the prequels to &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt;. Jim Henson is also long gone, but his muppets live on. Heath Ledger died before &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; was released, and somewhere today an Oscar winner is being born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Barack Obama is president. The Wii is the new rage and you can play it with kids in China. There are now ten billion cable news channels. Saddam Hussein is gone, but the problems in Afghanistan are still there. The Happy Meal is still around, however it is the Super Value Meal that will kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Has the world really changed in 30 years? Sure we have more technology, money, pollution, drugs, crime, and stupid people now, but have things &lt;em&gt;changed&lt;/em&gt;? Small pox was supposedly eradicated in 1980, but is now making a comeback because people refuse to be vaccinated. We still don't have a cure for the common cold, but we do have a serum that will make your eyelashes grow faster and thicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In 30 years I've survived chicken pox, numerous kidney stones, an appendix about to rupture, pneumonia, falls, bumps, and bruises. No broken bones (thank God) but a few broken hearts (mine and those I've broken). In elementary school I wanted to marry Michael J. Fox; middle school - Luke Perry; high school - Keanu Reeves. I've babysat my sister, neighbors, friend's children, and my nephew. I've reached my full height just shy of 4'11'', which landed me a very prestigious job in Disney World. I've worked in offices, cleaned bathrooms, bagged groceries, and taught 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th grades. I've gone to Ocean City, New Orleans, Atlanta, St. Marys, London, Prague, Hungry, Nairobi. I've hiked down and up a volcanic crater. I swam with dolphins. My sister and I laughed so hard so many times that one of us surely peed our pants in the last 30 years (well, 26 years). I've totalled a car, gone to college a few times, learned to cook, never got that sewing machine I was promised in 8th grade, got Nick Mason's autograph (thanks Dad!), ran into Richard Simmons in the Orlando International Airport, failed to pee in a bush in the African Savannah, sneezed so hard my gum flew out of my mouth, survived the 80s and the 90s (ahhhh the hair...ahhhh the clothes), read some good books, saw some good movies, listened to some good music, and ate some good food. I've gone to Disney World so many times I've lost count but still look forward to going soon. I've finally nailed down the difference between a dependent and independent clause (good thing too). Still haven't gotten the concepts of math and why people wear bathing suits as clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So it's been a good 30 years. Here's hoping for another good 30. And here's also hoping that the wood paneling so popular in 1979 never comes back. Never. Or that gold color the furniture was. Really. Also, shag carpeting. What were you people thinking then? Or floppy disks. I mean yay for the technology boom, but I'm so glad that as I grew the size of the computer shrank. But really - was it really necessary to have wood paneling in every room? And where are the flying cars everyone in the 80s thought we would have by now? Maybe by 2040. That is if the automakers are still around, but that's a whole nother subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-5194128614284122803?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5194128614284122803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-turning-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/5194128614284122803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/5194128614284122803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-turning-30.html' title='On Turning 30'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SnjwZ8qTw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JdjsfaIT7jo/s72-c/1st+bday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-1000852507380570800</id><published>2009-06-03T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:22:53.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>The Heat is On (Literally)</title><content type='html'>So today is June 3rd.  When I think of June I think of the end of school, the beginning of summer, and the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sun that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this June so far has been cold and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the heat's been on in my house for the last three days.  What's up with that?  It's freezing inside as well as outside.  I'm frigid.  The cat has begun to put his winter fat back on.  The high today was 12 degrees below normal.  Is this the sign of a long, cold, wet summer?  Or has global warming stalled out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-1000852507380570800?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1000852507380570800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat-is-on-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1000852507380570800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1000852507380570800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat-is-on-literally.html' title='The Heat is On (Literally)'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-8780184063060265998</id><published>2009-05-23T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:25:41.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Cream Soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scranton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerrity&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat Party'/><title type='text'>Where have you gone Crystal soda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One of my favorite memories of being a kid is when my dad used to make his big Italian hoagies for lunch on Saturdays.  No hoagie was complete until there was a glass of Crystal Cream Soda next to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As I was making my menu for our annual Memorial Day Meat Party, I added cans of Crystal soda to my list.  This being Scranton and all, I figured I would go to my local Gerrity's and pick up some cans, usually five for $1.00.  Imagine my surprise when I learned Gerrity's no longer carries Crystal soda.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was at one of the local beer distributors that I learned that Crystal was no longer being sold.  A quick Google search came up with no website for Crystal soda, but the address of the headquarters, still located in Scranton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So the question is - Where have you gone Crystal soda?  No more parties with 50/50, Birchola, Draft Root Beer, Cherokee Red, or most importantly - RED CREAM SODA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-8780184063060265998?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8780184063060265998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-you-gone-crystal-soda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/8780184063060265998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/8780184063060265998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-have-you-gone-crystal-soda.html' title='Where have you gone Crystal soda?'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-116930214295847913</id><published>2009-05-13T21:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:16:48.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay classy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini top'/><title type='text'>Tips for Dressing for Summer Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here are a few tips for dressing this summer.  They're not fashionable, but rather for the sake of your modesty and my not having to gag when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Shorts -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;should not be too short - meaning - I don't want to see your underwear ladies, the bottoms of your underwear.  I also don't want to see the tops of your thongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;are like pants, only shorter - meaning, they should be worn around the hips or waist so guys, I don't want to see your underwear either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you're going to be brave and wear white shorts - you must wear white or nude underwear.  This also goes for light colored shorts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tops - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;a bikini top &lt;em&gt;is not&lt;/em&gt; a bra, even if Cosmo says so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;guys, if you plan on going into any public establishment, you need to wear a shirt.  A wife-beater with the neck pulled down to your navel does not count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ladies, you need to wear a bra under white tee-shirts.  That is your only option.  You cannot not wear one, PLEASE.  And remember, a bikini top is not a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;if the strapless tank top doesn't stay up on its own - don't wear it.  Remember what the lady who sold you your prom/wedding/formal dress told you - if you can't stay in it while you dance, you shouldn't buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;guys - a vest is not a shirt, no matter how ripped you are or how many tatts you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;a bikini top &lt;em&gt;is not&lt;/em&gt; a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Other - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Axe/perfume/cologne is no substitute for deodorant and a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;orange is a great color - for the fruit.  If you're going to pay that much to look that orange, you might have better luck going to Lowe's and using the color match paint center to find your perfect hue and buying a can of Dutch Boy.  And if you're orange - don't use your winter cover-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;water bottles are the perfect accessory for walking around the park - not beer bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And finally, I know it's warm outside and we all like to drive with our windows down.  Having said that, you can smile and wink at me all you like while we're stopped at a light, but I don't thinkg it's necessary to gun your engine until all the black smoke comes out and then cut in front of me with your metal balls dangling in the wind from your tailgate.  It just proves to me that whatever reason your last girlfriend had for dumping you was justified.  Nine fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Stay classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And really, a bikini top?  C'mon.  Target has nice bras for sale as low as $7.99.  You can get five for the price of one at Victoria's Secret or for the price of two at Boscov's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-116930214295847913?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/116930214295847913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/tips-for-dressing-for-summer-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/116930214295847913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/116930214295847913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/tips-for-dressing-for-summer-weather.html' title='Tips for Dressing for Summer Weather'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-8583113786553463820</id><published>2009-05-09T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:30:33.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat'/><title type='text'>If It's May, It Must Be Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRoaDrxPI/AAAAAAAAADo/cAkeztMtFdQ/s1600-h/May+pictures+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333970194554143986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRoaDrxPI/AAAAAAAAADo/cAkeztMtFdQ/s320/May+pictures+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRoOkXtII/AAAAAAAAADg/Ci7q-tstQas/s1600-h/May+pictures+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333970191470015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRoOkXtII/AAAAAAAAADg/Ci7q-tstQas/s320/May+pictures+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRnjfI7CI/AAAAAAAAADY/jlTPuoDPR9k/s1600-h/May+pictures+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333970179905350690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRnjfI7CI/AAAAAAAAADY/jlTPuoDPR9k/s320/May+pictures+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Brian and I celebrated the first Thursday of May by visiting Schiff's annual meat sale.  We stocked the freezer and are ready to grill out all summer long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, that's 10 lbs of ground beef I'm holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-8583113786553463820?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8583113786553463820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-its-may-it-must-be-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/8583113786553463820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/8583113786553463820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-its-may-it-must-be-meat.html' title='If It&apos;s May, It Must Be Meat'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYRoaDrxPI/AAAAAAAAADo/cAkeztMtFdQ/s72-c/May+pictures+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-6809513891018965059</id><published>2009-05-09T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:23:38.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Peanut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Cooking with Mr. Peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPe20t1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/xHW4ny15JGA/s1600-h/May+pictures+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333967831454045490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPe20t1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/xHW4ny15JGA/s320/May+pictures+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPfh12ORI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7RDPjOOBpeE/s1600-h/May+pictures+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333967843001514258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPfh12ORI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7RDPjOOBpeE/s320/May+pictures+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Peanut loves to help in the kitchen. His favorite food to make is pasta primavera. He loves the smell of red peppers and asparagus. He also give much needed advice as to how to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPfehGbvI/AAAAAAAAADI/4av7WoyEAwI/s1600-h/May+pictures+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333967842109189874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPfehGbvI/AAAAAAAAADI/4av7WoyEAwI/s320/May+pictures+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prepare dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-6809513891018965059?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6809513891018965059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/cooking-with-mr-peanut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/6809513891018965059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/6809513891018965059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/cooking-with-mr-peanut.html' title='Cooking with Mr. Peanut'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYPe20t1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/xHW4ny15JGA/s72-c/May+pictures+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-6968019656521495985</id><published>2009-05-09T19:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:14:04.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYNme1b4JI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1t5mUDiPF3E/s1600-h/May+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333965763430310034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYNme1b4JI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1t5mUDiPF3E/s320/May+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian and I were inducted into Marywood's chapter of AEL, for excellence in our graduate work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I have at least two graded portfolios (in 3 in. binders) and a Wikispace for all of the classes I've been in.  Brian just has to write a paper or something.  Who's doing more excellent work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-6968019656521495985?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6968019656521495985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/brian-and-i-were-inducted-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/6968019656521495985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/6968019656521495985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/brian-and-i-were-inducted-into.html' title=''/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgYNme1b4JI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1t5mUDiPF3E/s72-c/May+pictures+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-5749954533044265634</id><published>2009-05-05T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:42:14.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay classy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Fun at Wendy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Things I witnessed at Wendy's on April 29th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A woman coughing all over the napkins (swine flu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A man in a pin-stripped suit asking the lady behind the counter for more napkins and she refuses - they're for drive through customers only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Two kids having a contest - who can make the biggest hickey on their own arm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hickey contest turns into who can make their skin more red by scratching quickly in a thirty second time period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A nine-year-old eating ten chicken nuggets, two orders of fries, a potato, and Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Same kid belching loudly and being congratulated by his dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sister of kid (who I am guesstimating is around fourteen) is talking very loudly about her best friend's birth control method of choice and why it was ineffective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lady now coughing all over the tables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Stay classy, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-5749954533044265634?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5749954533044265634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-at-wendys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/5749954533044265634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/5749954533044265634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-at-wendys.html' title='Fun at Wendy&apos;s'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-1081208639249440794</id><published>2009-05-05T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:35:41.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgDpJZKjL4I/AAAAAAAAACI/qUkI6MhoPUM/s1600-h/evil+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332518306389897090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgDpJZKjL4I/AAAAAAAAACI/qUkI6MhoPUM/s320/evil+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's hard to have a good picture of yourself on a blog when you're the one taking the pictures all the time.  However, this is a good self portrait with my cell phone camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-1081208639249440794?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1081208639249440794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-hard-to-have-good-picture-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1081208639249440794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/1081208639249440794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-hard-to-have-good-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SgDpJZKjL4I/AAAAAAAAACI/qUkI6MhoPUM/s72-c/evil+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665838717801702605.post-7839729302044150228</id><published>2009-05-05T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:20:29.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>And today I begin my life as a blogger.  Enjoy my random thoughts on ridiculousness and pictures (too many of them of the cat).  Have a laugh and realize that this is all too true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665838717801702605-7839729302044150228?l=alferioclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7839729302044150228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/7839729302044150228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665838717801702605/posts/default/7839729302044150228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferioclark.blogspot.com/2009/05/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>jalferioclark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05356695966437978429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIGB9kltINQ/SNqfPNXtgQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9HXl6xar3XA/S220/Baby+Jacob+pictures+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
