<?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-1702595185820249523</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:12.398-07:00</updated><category term='Costco gas'/><category term='Texas hail update'/><category term='bank failures'/><category term='Bugle Column'/><category term='flies'/><category term='Texas taxes'/><title type='text'>Whine Country Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8990890881767734918</id><published>2008-08-07T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:50:57.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Had the Time of My Life</title><summary type='text'>It's been such a fun ride for me--writing this blog and getting to know some of you. I have no complaints and every bit of it has been a blast! At this point in my life and in the growth of our family and business, I have no choice but to end the run of this blog. The great news is that, after over a year of steady increases, the company that we started from absolutely nothing (technically, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8990890881767734918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8990890881767734918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-had-time-of-my-life.html' title='I&apos;ve Had the Time of My Life'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-2597557570937817580</id><published>2008-07-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:29:20.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Former TV Addict</title><summary type='text'>Here is the column that I wrote for the August edition of The Temecula Bugle:We fell in love with Wine Country Temecula the first time we drove through. We wanted acreage, but couldn’t find the right area—until our jaunt through the groves and vineyards.It was 2003 and finding a home proved to be a race. Every time we wanted to make an offer, someone beat us to it. We finally purchased a house on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2597557570937817580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2597557570937817580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/confessions-of-former-tv-addict.html' title='Confessions of a Former TV Addict'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4776232718510830088</id><published>2008-07-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:13:03.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, What's Become of You?</title><summary type='text'>No time to post for a few days. I'll try to be back as soon as possible--maybe this weekend. Not sure. It's all good! Business has me hopping and my other writing obligations take priority. I have a few posts in draft form that I need to edit before I publish, so I'll try to get to it soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4776232718510830088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4776232718510830088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-whats-become-of-you.html' title='Time, What&apos;s Become of You?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8671561764027547564</id><published>2008-07-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:33:00.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Time</title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't it be great to go back and revisit some of the happiest times of your life (assuming that you've had good times)?In 1996, we moved from the stadium area of San Diego to Sabre Springs, a north San Diego suburb near Poway. I started homeschooling that year. A friend of mine, who has never homeschooled, introduced me to a group in the Poway area. This started some of the best times in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8671561764027547564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8671561764027547564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-time.html' title='Back in Time'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8017107437997245800</id><published>2008-07-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:39:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Is Worth Thousands of Square Feet</title><summary type='text'>I had told you about how commercial properties and developments keep popping up regardless of the state of the economy. If big corporations are behind all the building, I can understand how they can float the cost until a recovery takes place.But what do you make of regular homeowners adding on and improving their homes now? I know the market will recover, but spending tons of money on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8017107437997245800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8017107437997245800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-is-worth-thousands-of-square.html' title='A Picture Is Worth Thousands of Square Feet'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SIP8YmIbbPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/qmpU_b5Y2dU/s72-c/SUC54601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3239728524997037681</id><published>2008-07-17T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:09:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deal of the Century</title><summary type='text'>Well, maybe not the century, but definitely the decade. We owned two just like it, one on the same street. The floor plan is wonderful, but the lot is the size of a postage stamp--literally (Z lot--meaning that eves from this house and one next door over lap with each other). The one we bought on this street was our very first rental. We paid $187,000 in 2000, including the upgrades, and sold it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3239728524997037681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3239728524997037681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/deal-of-century.html' title='The Deal of the Century'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SH_Lh3wpUyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RTHdRye2vMc/s72-c/Calabria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-2336490052057265460</id><published>2008-07-17T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:33:00.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would You Like to Have This Job?</title><summary type='text'>I think this is worse than the foreclosure auctioneer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2336490052057265460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2336490052057265460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-would-you-like-to-have-this-job.html' title='How Would You Like to Have This Job?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8288061604144380613</id><published>2008-07-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:00:01.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank failures'/><title type='text'>Distractions</title><summary type='text'>Guess what my husband and I have been doing for the last few days. Focusing on our business? No. Concerned about the bank situation.If you're reading the mainstream media or any of the blog sites that like to elicit panic, you know that any bank that has real estate loans on its books is in danger of failing. The more they have, the worse off they are. Many analysts believe that other banks will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8288061604144380613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8288061604144380613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3368596497322867978</id><published>2008-07-14T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:33:00.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business News</title><summary type='text'>You may have noticed that I didn't post much about business or real estate last week. I was teaching a class of fourth graders at Vacation Bible School. I hadn't been returning home with the kids until mid-afternoon (because we live in the boondocks), so I don't know much about what's going on in this world. I'll have to do some major catching up this week.However, I do know what's going on in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3368596497322867978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3368596497322867978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/business-news.html' title='Business News'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-375023808492606059</id><published>2008-07-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:21:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Advantage to Living in Whine Country</title><summary type='text'>We've lived out in the "country" for five years now. I have to say that, so far, this is the worst year for summer bugs. Winter is nice because there are few crawling critters and flies. When the temperature goes up, though, we have enough bugs to make an entomologist jealous.I have had ants and spiders crawl up my arms and legs--or on my bed and in my nose. I woke up choking on a little spider </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b49b32aab9e9c6c5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/375023808492606059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/375023808492606059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet-another-advantage-to-living-in.html' title='Yet Another Advantage to Living in Whine Country'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8778857420569170972</id><published>2008-07-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:32:51.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Things You Don't Say To Your Wife" by Tim Hawkins</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=201a8c23e22be700&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8778857420569170972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8778857420569170972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/advice-to-husbands.html' title='&quot;Things You Don&apos;t Say To Your Wife&quot; by Tim Hawkins'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4306474576898528817</id><published>2008-07-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:03:00.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugle Column'/><title type='text'>Where Did You Put My Underwear?</title><summary type='text'>Here is a copy of my column in the July edition of the The Murrieta Bugle:How difficult is it to sort, fold, and properly distribute the laundry? Evidently, in my household of nine, it's impossible.I'm more than happy to wash several giant loads of laundry every other day. When it comes out of the dryer, it's stacked sky high on our couch. For a day and a half (longer on weekends), we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4306474576898528817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4306474576898528817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-you-put-my-underwear.html' title='Where Did You Put My Underwear?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-7160655165535664893</id><published>2008-07-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:23:08.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Your Chance</title><summary type='text'>For the past few months, I've noticed a large vineyard on Rancho California Road that seemed to be a bit neglected. The vines are growing quite nicely, but the acreage is marred by weeds and tall grass.Today, the property was lined with "Private Auction" signs along its frontage, and one giant sign on the corner. So, of course, I rushed home and looked it up. Here is your chance to own your very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7160655165535664893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7160655165535664893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-your-chance.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Chance'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-393978261014995559</id><published>2008-07-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:39:34.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Whining Today</title><summary type='text'>As much as celebrating the 4th of July is a great tradition for this country, it's a shame that we need a reminder to appreciate that which we so frequently take for granted. We have freedoms that so few other countries enjoy. My dad, who served in the Army-Air Force in WWII, would wake me every morning and tell me to be grateful that I have the privilege to live in the United States of America. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/393978261014995559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/393978261014995559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-whining-today.html' title='No Whining Today'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SGz6TE3XjSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2Ct4aO2-Xzw/s72-c/SUC54528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-7430378039401903617</id><published>2008-07-02T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:28:11.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas hail update'/><title type='text'>Texas Roof</title><summary type='text'>Update: As of the end of today, my insurance company didn't return either of my calls. I've told you about the possible roof damage to our rental in Texas due to earlier hail storms.After my property manager said that he would have a roofer check it out, I never heard back from him. So I e-mailed him twice more. This was the response that I finally received:Dear Carol,I am sorry no one got back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7430378039401903617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7430378039401903617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/texas-roof.html' title='Texas Roof'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8340942280124943232</id><published>2008-07-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:54:28.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Not Extensions</title><summary type='text'>"Your hair is getting so long!"I hear that at least once a day from my friends. I guess it is long, but I haven't really noticed. The people who I know now have never seen me with hair too far below my shoulders, so the current length must be a shock to them.My local friends all have great hair. I can't think of one who changes their style. They look good all the time and take great pains in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8340942280124943232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8340942280124943232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyre-not-extensions.html' title='They&apos;re Not Extensions'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1649074871246932160</id><published>2008-06-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:06:22.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Family Foreclosure</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, folks, but I couldn't remember when I posted last or what I posted about. I was shocked when I logged on to find that I hadn't updated my blog since Wednesday. Too long! I haven't looked at my site meter in months.I have a bunch of material (really, I do) but don't have the time to put it up lately. I want to update you about where our business is going, but that will have to wait for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1649074871246932160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1649074871246932160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/multi-foreclosure.html' title='Multi-Family Foreclosure'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SGbCUEE_HVI/AAAAAAAAAas/trS5qe9fpOk/s72-c/Maryland+Manors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-5870154077915198518</id><published>2008-06-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:28:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Fingerprints Count As Confidential Information?</title><summary type='text'>We reorganized the office last weekend. We were able to throw out catalogs and other unnecessary items, and shift desks. When I cleaned off a desk and shelves, which my husband wasn't using, for my own personal space, he decided that he liked it better and moved in. No problem. I just cleared off the desk he had occupied, so that I could finally have someplace to put my ever burgeoning workload (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5870154077915198518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5870154077915198518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-fingerprints-count-as-confidential.html' title='Do Fingerprints Count As Confidential Information?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SF_fmd1rK3I/AAAAAAAAAac/5xG1-fISlsw/s72-c/SUC54505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-5614134776522766053</id><published>2008-06-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:26:30.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward for Being Responsible</title><summary type='text'>We see and read much of the plight of homeowners who are experiencing foreclosure. For most, we now know that it's due to rising interest rates and unmanageable new payments. We've been told about rotting pools, abandoned pets, homeless children, and vandalized properties, and bankrupt lenders.In some areas the foreclosure rate is estimated to be as high as 40-50%. When I drive through some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5614134776522766053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5614134776522766053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/reward-for-being-responsible.html' title='Reward for Being Responsible'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1055086977435990109</id><published>2008-06-20T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:30:20.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschoolers Threaten Our Cultural Comfort</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to MB for this article.*SONNY SCOTT: Homeschoolers threaten our cultural comfort *6/8/2008 Daily JournalYou see them at the grocery, or in a discount store.It's a big family by today's standards - "just like stair steps," as the old folks say. Freshly scrubbed boys with neatly trimmed hair and girls with braids, in clean but unfashionable clothes follow mom through the store as she fills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1055086977435990109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1055086977435990109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/homeschoolers-threaten-our-cultural.html' title='Homeschoolers Threaten Our Cultural Comfort'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-334732227994004804</id><published>2008-06-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:33:32.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off to Single Working Parents</title><summary type='text'>For the past 11 days, I've been a single working mom.No, it's not what you think. I'm not permanently single. My husband took our two oldest sons to Rome for their respective graduations. A few years ago, when he was working for a Catholic non-profit agency, he organized a trip to Rome. Unfortunately for me that year, he also went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, a couple of cruises, and other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/334732227994004804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/334732227994004804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/hats-off-to-single-working-parents.html' title='Hats Off to Single Working Parents'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1404714406710589072</id><published>2008-06-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:09:48.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costco gas'/><title type='text'>Can't Blame Him</title><summary type='text'>I'm extremely busy this week and have many work-related duties outside the home. Since I'm dealing mostly with suppliers, I've been able to take the children with me. I also had to drop off some orders. One was at a school, so I thought that I'd take the kids so they could see what one looks like. I walked into the administrative offices and had to stifle my gasp. It was beautiful and resembled a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1404714406710589072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1404714406710589072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-blame-him.html' title='Can&apos;t Blame Him'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1808167310336224271</id><published>2008-06-10T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:27:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How HUD’s Mortgage Policy Fed The Crisis</title><summary type='text'>Put down your fork. Here's an article that you don't want to read while you're eating. It really made me sick.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1808167310336224271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1808167310336224271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-huds-mortgage-policy-fed-crisis.html' title='How HUD’s Mortgage Policy Fed The Crisis'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-5128132533243707474</id><published>2008-06-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:41:00.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Benefits From Class Actions?</title><summary type='text'>Lawyers.But you probably already knew the answer to that one. No offense to my many legitimate attorney friends.It seems that almost every week we receive a notice of a class action, of which someone in my family is fortunate enough to be in the "class." It seems that the lawyers are working overtime to find something to sue big corporations for. Whether it be cell phone service, automobile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5128132533243707474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5128132533243707474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-do-class-actions-benefit.html' title='Who Benefits From Class Actions?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3373591307483758522</id><published>2008-06-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:50:51.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside My Kitchen Window</title><summary type='text'>I woke up early this morning and did the first thing that I do every morning after I leave my bedroom. I moseyed up to my kitchen window to take in the peaceful view. Today I noticed, through an opening in the wall of trees at our property line, that there were people on the other side taking pictures. I thought it was rather odd to be posing for photos at 6:00 in the morning on an empty field. </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8bdfa68605a0ec33&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dff02aca65e610d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3373591307483758522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3373591307483758522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/outside-my-kitchen-window.html' title='Outside My Kitchen Window'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SEit96NWJlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/suj6ZkpIAYM/s72-c/HAB+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4268307486045124203</id><published>2008-06-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:45:03.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.G.O.</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd seen it all--and then I read this article yesterday. It's Buy One Get One free on steroids.Just to synopsize, this developer in San Diego (who I've never heard of, by the way) is generously offering a $400,000 house for free with the purchase of a $1,600,000 home. Where do I start?First and foremost, he's never going to sell those $1.6M houses anyway. And the $400,000 "row homes" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4268307486045124203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4268307486045124203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/bogo.html' title='B.O.G.O.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-7203614602238490591</id><published>2008-06-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:48:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences Between Boys and Girls</title><summary type='text'>My column was published in The Bugle last week. Our ad is printed right below it and we've received calls already! It looks great. I'm just so thankful that we have a fabulous graphic designer and that I'm able to work with a publisher as nice and patient as Nancy Knight.Here it is:My husband and I have five boys and two girls—in that order. Needless to say, we were shocked and afraid when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7203614602238490591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/7203614602238490591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/differences-between-boys-and-girls_03.html' title='Differences Between Boys and Girls'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1325519585430902980</id><published>2008-06-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:57:07.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5-Year ARM New Rate</title><summary type='text'>A while back, I told you about my 5-year ARM, which is set to adjust this summer. I explained how I would request a "freeze", which was all the rage with the mainstream media a few months ago. And how it all ended.On Friday, we received a letter from PHH/AMX with "information about pertinent changes to your monthly mortgage payment and interest rate." I didn't expect our payment to rise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1325519585430902980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1325519585430902980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-5-year-arm-new-rate.html' title='My 5-Year ARM New Rate'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1321266138071405972</id><published>2008-05-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:28:25.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know . . .</title><summary type='text'>Every now and then, I've been logging on to a couple of the blogs that had promoted me in the past. I've even mentioned them in my prior posts.However, it's getting harder and harder for me to support them. And, no, I'm not providing links. It boils down to one challenge that I have with both. Vulgarity. Let's get this straight. I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to crude language. I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1321266138071405972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1321266138071405972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know . . .'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3789580343900948972</id><published>2008-05-28T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:20:42.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Price!! This One Won't Last Long!</title><summary type='text'>Time to check in to see what's happening with our favorite Whine Country bank-owned property:Price: $899,90039030 BELLA VISTA, TEMECULA, 92592, CAMLS #: T08008157Year Built: 1990House size: 3,772 sq. feet Lot size: 101,059 sq. feetBedrooms: 4Bathrooms: 4.00TG#: 930F5APN: 924290025Pool: NView: NArea: 216 - Mesa Grande/Bella Vista/MeType: Single Family Residence / DetachedProperty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3789580343900948972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3789580343900948972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-price-this-one-wont-last-long.html' title='Great Price!! This One Won&apos;t Last Long!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SD2eDkhKQYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/f6MuTZmIpts/s72-c/Bella+Vista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-2145880213715153360</id><published>2008-05-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:56:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Business Ad</title><summary type='text'>Having as many children as I do, I've experienced many "firsts" in life: first tooth, step, haircut, doctor visit, day of school, etc. In June, we will have another first--this time it's with my writing and our promotional products business.The local Temecula publication, The Bugle, will publish the first Whine Country Chronicles column written by yours truly entitled, "The Difference Between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2145880213715153360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2145880213715153360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-business-ad.html' title='First Business Ad'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-6496673205004182709</id><published>2008-05-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:36:36.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Be Wondering . . .</title><summary type='text'>You may be wondering why you haven't heard much from me this week. Oh, you aren't? Well, I'll tell you anyway.Because our business is growing every month, my husband really needed me to help out more regularly. Since the school year is winding down for the kids, I blindly said, "Sure, why not? It'll be fun." I used to research products for his customers, but it was more efficient for him to do so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6496673205004182709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6496673205004182709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-may-be-wondering.html' title='You May Be Wondering . . .'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-5379388465666723205</id><published>2008-05-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:27:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Know That We Aren't Eating Enough Fast Food</title><summary type='text'>During the spring soccer season that just ended (hip hip hooray!), I developed a system for dinner that did not necessitate us eating out every night. I was so good at it, as a matter of fact, that we realized how different our lives were when we didn't visit the drive-thru often.~We've run out of napkins in our car.~The kids have french fry withdrawal.~I'm asked if I'm making Chalupas for dinner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5379388465666723205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5379388465666723205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-know-when-you-arent-eating.html' title='How We Know That We Aren&apos;t Eating Enough Fast Food'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-67026205839104057</id><published>2008-05-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:19:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Finally Get Rid of Those Pesky Mice</title><summary type='text'>This is why I rarely ever drink soda (although I did have a half a can of Dr. Pepper at the end of season soccer party--now that was a real reason to celebrate!). I wonder if this works for gophers, too.From Mercola.com:How to Use Soft Drinks To Kill Mice and Rats If you have a problem with mice or rats, one way to get rid of them is with soda pop.Mice and rats lack the ability to burp. You can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/67026205839104057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/67026205839104057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-finally-get-rid-of-those-pesky.html' title='How to Finally Get Rid of Those Pesky Mice'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4807251019889802849</id><published>2008-05-16T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:15:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tax Update</title><summary type='text'>As I completed the "Notice of Protest" for our Texas property taxes, I realized that we are given an opportunity to contact the appraisal district first, so I did that.The appraiser called me the next morning at 6:25 (HELLO! Can you say "two-hour time difference"?). Apparently, they couldn't care less how much our exact models are selling for, even though they have never comped with other similar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4807251019889802849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4807251019889802849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/texas-tax-update.html' title='Texas Tax Update'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4925385236754934139</id><published>2008-05-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:40:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What's in the Garden?</title><summary type='text'>We water our vegetable garden everyday. So far, we have enjoyed some strawberries and broccoli. We have tons of tomatoes, but nothing ripe yet. We hadn't had to deal with any serious critters. We found a few caterpillar-type bugs eating our broccoli leaves and strawberries.My children had collected these destructive creatures and put them in open containers that were about 20 feet away from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4925385236754934139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4925385236754934139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-whats-in-garden.html' title='Guess What&apos;s in the Garden?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SCuLB1v8QSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/y9ygMSIlUHk/s72-c/SUC54366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-4353304874724322461</id><published>2008-05-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:44:52.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Estate Roller Coaster</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Mike for sending me this video. I don't know if it's accurate, but it sure is fun to watch. Hold on for a wild ride!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4353304874724322461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/4353304874724322461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/real-estate-roller-coaster.html' title='Real Estate Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-5562279187452483973</id><published>2008-05-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:12:16.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas taxes'/><title type='text'>Love That Prop 13</title><summary type='text'>Many decades ago, California voters passed the infamous Proposition 13. This legislation froze property taxes at the rate of the price at acquisition until there's a change in ownership (they rise for inflation, though). So, if you bought a house in 1990, you'd be paying a tax based on the purchase price at that time. However, if you remodel and add square footage, your district may reassess your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5562279187452483973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/5562279187452483973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-that-prop-13.html' title='Love That Prop 13'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8784399818947634157</id><published>2008-05-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:08:51.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can We Learn from His Mistakes?</title><summary type='text'>This story about a man defaulting on nine rental properties is a classic example of what not to do when buying investment properties.I think the number one lesson is never, ever, ever buy negative amortization loans. NEVER. They didn't even make sense to me during the buying frenzies. These loans allow you to pay less than the full amount of interest every month. Whatever you don't pay is tacked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8784399818947634157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8784399818947634157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-we-learn-from-his-mistakes.html' title='What Can We Learn from His Mistakes?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-1263661747005358702</id><published>2008-05-12T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:16:57.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Aquinas College, Class of 2008</title><summary type='text'>We had the most memorable weekend in Ventura County at my son's graduation. It was fabulous! We had a hotel on the sands of the beach,which was free (thanks to the AMX points that we've been saving up), along with the hot breakfasts everyday. Mother's Day brunch was positively over the top.However great it was to be at the beach (even though it was cold and overcast, for the most part) we spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1263661747005358702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/1263661747005358702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/thomas-aquinas-college.html' title='Thomas Aquinas College, Class of 2008'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SCff7Vv8QPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KglVlPsHO2A/s72-c/Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3839322362639204199</id><published>2008-05-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:42:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Blink of an Eye</title><summary type='text'>Our son is graduating from college this weekend. It's so hard to believe! I have piles of memories from his childhood, yet it feels as though I turned my back for just a second and he grew from a baby to a man--in the blink of an eye.I was buying cards for his graduating friends. I hadn't planned on getting my son a card. We have so much more than that in store for his celebration (I'll tell you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3839322362639204199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3839322362639204199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In the Blink of an Eye'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-6979045881135869043</id><published>2008-05-07T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:52:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu--Crime Rate Increases to Two</title><summary type='text'>You are not going to believe this---and, this time, I don't have any pictures to prove it. I carry my little camera everywhere, but I downloaded pictures to my PC today and charged the camera for this weekend, so it wasn't with me. But I had a serious episode of deja vu about 30 minutes ago.We're having overnight guests who should be arriving any minute (hence, the editing on this post is gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6979045881135869043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6979045881135869043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/deja-vu-crime-rate-increases-to-two.html' title='Deja Vu--Crime Rate Increases to Two'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-379926223179270588</id><published>2008-05-07T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:13:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to Support Yourself Through College</title><summary type='text'>I received my bachelor's degree from San Diego State University. I used to refer to it as the party capital of the USA. I didn't intend to graduate from SDSU. I was attending the private University of San Diego, until we married after my freshman year, and my dad cut me off. No sweat. I went to the junior college near our apartment for my sophomore year, and then transferred to State for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/379926223179270588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/379926223179270588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-not-to-support-yourself-through.html' title='How Not to Support Yourself Through College'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-6670459921953188868</id><published>2008-05-06T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:27:06.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand . . .</title><summary type='text'>. . . anonymous comments may be submitted for moderation again. Only those that are relevant, useful, and logical will be published. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6670459921953188868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/6670459921953188868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand . . .'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-8210164967721473572</id><published>2008-05-06T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:53:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clamping Down on Brown Lawns</title><summary type='text'>It's easy to tell a foreclosed property in Temecula--at least in the developments. Brown lawns. Beautiful streets with well maintained properties are broken up by the obvious REO.In Whine Country, the houses that I know to be foreclosures seem to be well taken care of. Maybe because the banks know that these are much larger assets. The one that I've highlighted here twice has it's sprinklers on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8210164967721473572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/8210164967721473572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/clamping-down-on-brown-lawns.html' title='Clamping Down on Brown Lawns'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-2746119739899670966</id><published>2008-05-05T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:28:21.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flies'/><title type='text'>Another Benefit to Living in Whine Country</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday we sponsored a monthly event at our house (after the three soccer games, that is). With all the people involved, it always runs so smoothly and everyone has a great time.I noticed that this weekend, we had a couple of flies coming in as the doors opened and closed. I looked over at one point and our front door was wide open, so I had to ask someone to close it. In the winter months, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2746119739899670966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/2746119739899670966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-benefit-to-living-in-whine.html' title='Another Benefit to Living in Whine Country'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-3567309307651328487</id><published>2008-05-02T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:11:12.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Found Me!</title><summary type='text'>I'll be here bright and early Monday morning--May 5 is Cinco de Mayo. I probably won't have a post about it, but it's a good way to remember to log on here instead of the old place.Have a great weekend!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3567309307651328487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/3567309307651328487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-found-me.html' title='You Found Me!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702595185820249523.post-306080962414140899</id><published>2008-04-14T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:53:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><summary type='text'>I soon will be executing a transition to this new, and more appropiately named, blog address. "Overcoming Real Estate Losses" will remain in existence and be linked from the sidebar for anyone who wants the history of our real estate (and other) exploits. Here I will continue the topics of real estate, business, family, faith, homeschooling, and more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/306080962414140899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702595185820249523/posts/default/306080962414140899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whinecountrychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630416235731386998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ft_D0yft3U4/SAO_1uUqp5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tV-cSdoCsGA/S220/SUC51555.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
