<?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-6402881020819725180</id><updated>2012-01-05T05:49:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Something and Counting....</title><subtitle type='html'>My body may be aging, but I'm still young at heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-473759365652381309</id><published>2011-09-25T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:10:53.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Tieman of Tieman's Fusion Coffee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, It's official....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our previous partner, David Tieman of Tieman's Fusion Coffee, is making it legal and known....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He never intends to purchase our half of the company....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He has filed for personal bankruptcy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;His payoff was personally guaranteed, which a man of his word and Christian integrity for which he claims to have, would make good on, or at least make contact with his debtor to discuss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Especially since Tieman's Fusion Coffee is still a viable company in business....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Curious about the story? Here's each post about our journey... &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-continued.html"&gt;David drains the bank account&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-additional-info.html"&gt;backround on how our partnership came about&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-and-saga-continues.html"&gt;all communication stops&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-mediation.html"&gt;mediation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-july.html"&gt;payoff agreement&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiemans-fusion-coffee.html"&gt;this sums it all up&lt;/a&gt;....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-473759365652381309?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/473759365652381309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/09/david-tieman-of-tiemans-fusion-coffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/473759365652381309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/473759365652381309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/09/david-tieman-of-tiemans-fusion-coffee.html' title='David Tieman of Tieman&apos;s Fusion Coffee....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4153742062661967982</id><published>2011-09-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:34:20.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haven't played for a while. Feeling Beachie's questions this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This week’s statements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. I always refuse to admit_____ ~ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;well, not always, but i do have a hard time admitting when I'm wrong. I'd say 98% of the time. It just doesn't roll off the tongue easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. I won’t eat ____ ~ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;liver. cabbage. Actually I've never really had either but they just don't sound appealing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. I would like to hang out with _____________ for a day ~ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;my grandparents. Now that they are gone I realize I didn't take advantage of sitting down with them and really learning about their life experiences. I miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;4. I would like to learn how to __________ ~ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;speak a foreign language, play the piano, surf... Problem is I don't actually want to learn, I just want to know how.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;By the way, If you read this Beachie, I'd add the button but I just don't know how... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4153742062661967982?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4153742062661967982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/09/follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4153742062661967982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4153742062661967982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/09/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6476250205027053688</id><published>2011-08-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:44:35.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Follow on Saturday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's been a while, but I always love &lt;a href="http://feelingbeachie.com/2011/08/feeling-beachie-four-fill-in-fun-blog-hop-week-22.html/#utm_source=feed&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=feed"&gt;Beechie's&lt;/a&gt; game... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. I find it very difficult to ____ - &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;let go and not try to control life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. No matter how hard I try, I really can’t stand to ___ - &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;hm... not sure about this one. First thing that comes to mind is clean my kids bathroom - ick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. My significant other is _____ - &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. I wish ____ would stop. - &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;the aging process. I don't mind getting older, just wish the body didn't have to show it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6476250205027053688?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6476250205027053688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-follow-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6476250205027053688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6476250205027053688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-follow-on-saturday.html' title='Friday Follow on Saturday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6478065315910239127</id><published>2011-07-08T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:09:00.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feelingbeachie.com/2011/07/follow-friday-four-fill-in-fun-blog-hop-week-18.html/#utm_source=feed&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=feed"&gt;Feeling beachi&lt;/a&gt;e has asked.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1- When I was younger, I used to ______ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;think I was going to be a SUPER STAR... little did I realize I needed to have a football team of children, or party on the Jersey shore, or be a so called "socialite" in a metropolitan town, or be a bounty hunter, own a pawn shop, or have a child at 16 and allow someone to document my stupid thinking in order to do so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2- I always start my day with ______ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;coffee - is there any other way to start it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3 – When I get some time alone I like to _______ &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;right now my alone time starts around 9:30 each night and I hate to admit it but I like to watch a bunch of mindless tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4&amp;nbsp; – I think _______ is ridiculous &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;at the moment, the Casey Anthony verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6478065315910239127?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6478065315910239127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/07/follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6478065315910239127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6478065315910239127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/07/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday...'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3581597257147770430</id><published>2011-06-27T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:24:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me on Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;we&lt;/a&gt; go......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Mexican. Hands down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; What color scheme is your bedroom?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;We've lived here 14 years and have yet to work on the upstairs. White walls, brown and tan comforter. In my mind my room has walls a color called sauteed mushroom (yes, it's a real paint color). With dark furniture, color schemed brown with accents of blue. I could go on and on, I know what I want, just need the funds to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Do you carry a donor card?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; In your opinion, is the glass half empty or half full?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I hear all the time how positive and upbeat I am, but really I'm a half empty kinda gal. I'm not a negative nelly, I think I'm just realistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Vanilla or Chocolate? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Hmmm, Vanilla but with toppings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3581597257147770430?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3581597257147770430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3581597257147770430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3581597257147770430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_27.html' title='Meet Me on Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3930818833464954524</id><published>2011-06-24T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:22:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;45 and STILL counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3930818833464954524?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3930818833464954524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3930818833464954524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3930818833464954524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4384574368271313623</id><published>2011-06-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:52:02.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here we go...&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What feature of the opposite sex do you notice first?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Teeth - weird? Nasty teeth are just - well -nasty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you talk to yourself?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't? Yes, often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; What is your current relationship status? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Married for 14 years, together 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a garden? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;This thumb is as far from being green as they get. I kill plants. Thank goodness it doesn't take a green thumb to raise children!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite licorice flavor? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Red vines, and only red vines. Strange thing, only liked black licorice when I was a kid, now I think it's gross!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_19.html" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4384574368271313623?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4384574368271313623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_19.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4384574368271313623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4384574368271313623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_19.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8755426495258706135</id><published>2011-06-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:58:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Although it's Sunday night! Maybe you'll read &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_12.html"&gt;Java's&lt;/a&gt; questions she posted on Monday... &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite yogurt flavor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Plain ol' Vanilla. If we're talking yogurt. I like to add granola, nuts and bananas to it. If we're talking frozen yogurt, I like to mix vanilla and peanut butter cup with nuts on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Ankle or knee socks?  and on the same theme, white socks or colored??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Really? Is there anyone over the age of 8 wearing knee socks any longer? Really the only time I wear socks is when I wear my running shoes, and that's with an ankle - white by the way - sock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; How is the weather right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;It's always beautiful in So Cal. It's a cool evening with the sun to soon set. Simple perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Are you a fast typer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Faster then some, not as fast as those who do it for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Red or White Wine? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't drink anymore, I'd rather save my calories for food, not liquid consumption, but If I'm going to have wine, Red all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8755426495258706135?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8755426495258706135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_12.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8755426495258706135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8755426495258706135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday_12.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7729947773596766507</id><published>2011-06-06T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:46:31.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday.html"&gt;Java's&lt;/a&gt; questions......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What is was the last piece of candy that you ate?&lt;/b&gt; Peanut M&amp;amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you "read" in the bathroom? &lt;/b&gt;Typically no - get in, get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I can't stand when someone _________? &lt;/b&gt;Does not return their shopping cart to the cart return, and instead leaves it right in the parking space. Plain laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Do you do daily, weekly or monthly grocery shopping? &lt;/b&gt;Most of the time daily, when I'm on top of it weekly, but I'm not on top of it very often.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7729947773596766507?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7729947773596766507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7729947773596766507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7729947773596766507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2850961737413087783</id><published>2011-06-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:45:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feelingbeachie.com/2011/06/follow-friday-four-fill-in-fun-blog-hop-week-14.html/#utm_source=feed&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=feed"&gt;Feeling Beachie's&lt;/a&gt; questions of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I cannot eat just one: &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Oh wow, really... hm, peanut M&amp;amp;M's, chips of any kind, jordan almonds, any kind of nut, and there is more, those just quickly come to mind. Self control is not my strong point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I am in a bad mood ____ always makes me feel better: &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Hm... I'm a bit puzzled by this. I suppose it depends what put me in the bad mood... I think i need to roll this answer around in my mind for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happiness is: &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The love and support of family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The most comfortable thing I own is: &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;My couch, It may not be as pretty as it was 14 years ago but its so dang comfy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2850961737413087783?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2850961737413087783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2850961737413087783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2850961737413087783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/06/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3680654869985981608</id><published>2011-05-27T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:32:59.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_163959359"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_163959360"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I despise the expression:&lt;/b&gt; "I don't know, it wasn't me" - I have kids, need I say more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I put _____ on my burgers:&lt;/b&gt; If I make them at home I'm boring and go with cheese, spicy mustard and ketchup. If I'm having them out, I like them all dolled up with whatever fancy toppings grab my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I could have any view out my kitchen window it would be:&lt;/b&gt; The ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If money were no object I would: &lt;/b&gt;Have an ocean view out my kitchen window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3680654869985981608?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3680654869985981608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3680654869985981608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3680654869985981608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3962931749004356078</id><published>2011-05-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:09:30.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday_22.html"&gt;Java's&lt;/a&gt; questions this week...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite bagel flavor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Haven't met a favorite bread product I don't like - but if I have to pick a fav bagel, its the everything. Yummo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; If you had an extra $100 right now, what would you spend it on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Bathing suits for the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; What is the last thing that you felt guilt about doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Ok, gonna sound crazy, but buying a $1.49 burrito at El Polo Loco. Money is so tight that a simple "extra" purchase like that puts me right into guilt mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Soft serve ice cream or hand dipped?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Let me start by saying this answer is a 'redo' - I thought hand dipped was when they take the soft serve and dip it into chocolate that hardens - which I love. After reading Java's answer I understand hand dipped to be, well, ice cream. So, I like hand dipped. Soft serve only when it's dipped!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Are you allergic to anything? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yes, anything that involves cleaning and planning meals. Have the epi pen ready they send me into convulsions every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3962931749004356078?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3962931749004356078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday_22.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3962931749004356078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3962931749004356078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday_22.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8593046710191114236</id><published>2011-05-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:52:35.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have not played this in a while, once again hoping on &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday_15.html"&gt;Java's&lt;/a&gt; question train...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Either way. I've always bought smooth for the family, but just recently we've switched to crunchy. I like to add a little honey and cinnamon to a heaping spoonful and eat apple slices with it. Found out I really like the crunchy, but I am a nut lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite color Rose?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Probably sterling roses, which are a lavender color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Do you remove your shoes when you walk into your home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; No, we have dark wood floor. I'm actually a little put off when people want you to remove your shoes coming into their home. I understand the reason behind it, but its not a "welcoming" feeling to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite season? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Summer - Sunday beach days are my all time favorite days. And i love wearing tank tops and shorts or skirts, cute little dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Approximately how many hours a day do you spend blogging? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Very little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I spend more time reading others blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8593046710191114236?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8593046710191114236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8593046710191114236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8593046710191114236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6992476275136410316</id><published>2011-04-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:26:32.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=%22YouTube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/embed/pLLMzr3PFgk%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pLLMzr3PFgk" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6992476275136410316?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6992476275136410316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6992476275136410316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6992476275136410316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pLLMzr3PFgk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7053088498936591301</id><published>2011-04-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:32:31.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee, It's Follow Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Despite the fact that I should know better, I still always:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Man, where does this list start and does it ever end? Eat things that are not good for me (ie, sugary sweets and salty goodness), make excuses why I can't exercise (cause it's no fun doing it myself), question God and His plan (cause the past few years and the days I'm encountering sure have not been MY plan). Lack having patience with my kids (why can't I be Mrs. Brady?), neglect to eat breakfast (even though its the most important meal of the day, or so they say)... Oh I could go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I _____ when I am worried:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;I stress... and stress some more.... and then stress even a little more... the past several years worry is all I seem to do... Big sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I always forget__________:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Geesh, I forget everything these days. It's amazing to me that I can actually remember anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. ___________________is the best!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Summer - LOVE summer, the beach, the clothes, the tanned skin. Sitting poolside, going to the river. JUST. LOVE. SUMMER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7053088498936591301?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7053088498936591301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/yippee-its-follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7053088498936591301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7053088498936591301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/yippee-its-follow-friday.html' title='Yippee, It&apos;s Follow Friday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3845843826550771648</id><published>2011-04-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:48:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me on Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-me-on-monday_10.html"&gt;Java's&lt;/a&gt; questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Who would be your dream celebrity date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you have any food restrictions?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Nope, however I wish I could restrict myself from sugar. I lack complete self control over my sweet tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; How much time do you take to get ready in the morning?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;An hour,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;this natural beauty doesn't come quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Very envious of those of you who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;leave your hair wet and it naturally dries gorgeous. And I'm the Tammy Fay Baker of mascara use -I was not gifted the eyelashes I desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Sausage or bacon? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Why can't it be bacon and sausage? Mostly bacon though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Do you Google, Bing or Yahoo?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3845843826550771648?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3845843826550771648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3845843826550771648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3845843826550771648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet Me on Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7962456419203304194</id><published>2011-04-08T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:34:21.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill In Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My favorite kitchen secret is:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Um, hm, I really don't think I have one. I'm feeling a bit left out if this is something I should have. Unfortunately there's no secrets in my kitchen, just miracles that edible things come out of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. _____is my favorite flavor of ice cream&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Since childhood Mint and Chip has always ranked number one. Since being married to my husband, I've really come to love chocolate and peanut butter, especially the kind you get at Cold Stone where they mix it all for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;But honestly, I can consume mass amounts of just about any ice cream - yummy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. My favorite pair of ______ finally wore out:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Oh so sad, my black boots. I wear them with everything, and they were hotter then hot. They were actually my third pair of the same Steve Madden boot. Three inch heels, hit right below the knee - with pants, skirts or dresses... I'm currently searching Ebay in hopes to snag another pair. Victoria's Secret currently sales them but I can get them cheaper on Ebay... hm... I really miss them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #bf9000;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. If I could just have one more ______. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Redo of the last four years. They have not been the best.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7962456419203304194?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7962456419203304194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7962456419203304194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7962456419203304194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/fill-in-friday.html' title='Fill In Friday!!!'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5694957622805212505</id><published>2011-04-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:59:45.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love that I can do &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meet me on Monday &lt;/a&gt;on Sunday night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; If you had to eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Mexican... hands down. I can't pick one thing, that's too tough, but as I've said before, I think I'm a Hispanic women trapped in a blond Caucasian body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you write your blog posts in advance or the day you post them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; 99.9% of the time the day I post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Yes. My mother, brother and I were in a car accident when I was probably about 9 or 10. Another car pulled right out in front of us and my mom broke her collar bone. I hit the dash board with my face, but was fine. Unfortunately we were headed to my Aunts with our Thanksgiving turkey. Needless to say our family gathering ended up turkey-less that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite candle scent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Coffee or tea?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Well, absolutely coffee..... But.... let me tell ya about a little coffee company I know that puts green tea in with their coffee as well as two other super foods.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingjavacoffee.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Living Java Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; (which my husband and I happen to own). Check out our website, it tells you it all. But suffice to say, I get the best of both worlds, GREAT tasting coffee with all the benefits of green tea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5694957622805212505?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5694957622805212505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-i-can-do-meet-me-on-monday-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5694957622805212505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5694957622805212505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-i-can-do-meet-me-on-monday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8719606732640995895</id><published>2011-03-31T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:53:24.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwfeelingbeachie.blogspot.com/2011/04/follow-fridayt-four-fill-in-fun-blog.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feeling Beachie&lt;/a&gt; (which I love love love the name of because I LOVE the beach) turned me on to her Friday fill in... so here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If I don’t _____ in the morning, my day feels off&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;I need a shower and my coffee. Both shuttle me into awareness of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. When someone walks into my house for the first time, they usually comment on _____&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;- my wood floors. We spent a boat load on them with money from a trust we inherited, and they are beautiful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Every time I see the movie, ______, I cry&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;- yeah... though I love a good movie, I don't have anything that comes to mind. And I can't say there are too many movies I'll watch repeatedly. I feel lame, but I really don't have an answer for this. I am a sap, if there is a sappy moment, I have tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. My feet feel best when ______&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- I've treated them to a pedicure, which I haven't done in some time. Doing them myself just isn't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8719606732640995895?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8719606732640995895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/follow-friday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8719606732640995895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8719606732640995895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3140635848753284515</id><published>2011-03-27T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:35:30.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, It's Monday AGAIN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-me-on-monday_27.html"&gt;Never Growing Old's&lt;/a&gt; meet me on Monday posts cause they give me something to post about with out much thinking (which I can't seem to do too much of these days)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Crunchy or soft tacos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We eat tacos a lot at home. Fish tacos in the summer, chicken all year long. Always soft - corn, no flour. Although when I go out, I love crunchy. I am a mexican food addict. I swear I should have been born to a Hispanic family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you scrapbook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh heck no. I gave it a shot, but it takes way too much time and way too much creativity. I'm very good at copying - no originality in my creativeness. I figure I'll take it up when my kids have grown and flown the coupe, then I can look back and miss the days of long ago. I am envious of the beautiful books I've seen, but that gene is just missing from my dna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Do you take any daily medications?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada. However, now that my kids are a teen and preteen, there are days I wish I could consume enough to take me to la la land!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite sound?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depends when you ask me. Silence is rare, so I treasure that when in the rare moments it occurs. I love the sound of my neighborhood - its so quiet and you can hear the birds - always reminds me that God takes care of the birds, how much more will he take care of me. The ocean... I can sit on a beach and listen to the waves endlessly, it puts my soul at rest. Laughter, true from the gut giggles and laughs. And the words I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Where were you born?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fullerton, California - I'm a born, raised and can not ever imaging leaving - Californian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3140635848753284515?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3140635848753284515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-never-growing-olds-meet-me-on.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3140635848753284515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3140635848753284515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-never-growing-olds-meet-me-on.html' title='Yes, It&apos;s Monday AGAIN....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6880175674417528419</id><published>2011-03-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:53:53.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Request....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Very recently a child who attends my daughter's school was diagnosed with a brain tumor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is 12 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you have a facebook profile, I'd love for you to "like" her page. She has a fun goal to reach 10k friends, and I would love to see her reach that goal by the end of next week. She started her page at the beginning of last week and currently has over 4k followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is her facebook link &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/jessicajoyrees"&gt;Jessica Joy Rees&lt;/a&gt; and her website &lt;a href="http://www.jessicajoyrees.com/"&gt;jessicajoyress&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is an inspiration. She's has an incredible faith. She is already touching the lives of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But...&amp;nbsp; she is only a child......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6880175674417528419?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6880175674417528419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/special-request.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6880175674417528419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6880175674417528419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/special-request.html' title='A Special Request....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8192694204883298522</id><published>2011-03-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:20:13.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What jewelry do you wear 24/7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;None - I take my wedding ring off at night, sometimes forgetting to put it back on when weekends roll around. If I do not have a reason to go into the jewelry box, there it will sit. I love people who can accessorize, and though I do have my fair amount of baubles, I typically gravite to the same pair of earrings, little gray and white seed pearl clusters, that go with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Twirl - where's the fun in eating cut spaghetti??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; How many siblings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have one brother, 3 step brothers and 3 step sisters - love them all dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Were you named after anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope - I'm original baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not a soda drinker really, but Pepsi all the way. When I was pregnant with my son for some reason my body REALLY liked the taste of Pepsi. Even though I do not consume much soda, during that pregnancy I allowed myself one Pepsi and week - it was like drinking liquid gold to me. I could easily go the rest of my life and not drink another soda. Now coffee, that's a whole different ball game!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8192694204883298522?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8192694204883298522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8192694204883298522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8192694204883298522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/todays-meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Today&apos;s Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3623026721040769533</id><published>2011-03-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:24:10.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Never Growing Old's&lt;/a&gt; questions for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a fireplace in your home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes. Gas. Can't stand where it's situated in the room. It's way off to the right of the room - really, in my opinion never made any sense as to why they added one in. Because It's gas it never seemed to add any warmth to the room, so I took out all the innards and put in a cute candle holder with about 9 candles. Much prettier in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes. First car was a stick. I learned the hard way. Forced to drive my new car (graduation present) home in 5pm traffic on the 55 to the 91 freeway, which if you are from these parts you would know is a stop and go parking lot. Nothing like learning in the heat of the fire. I loved driving stick, always felt like the car was completely under my power. When i bought my first automatic I missed the clutch for just a bit, and now I can't imaging going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; How many computers are in your home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Two - mine and my husbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Are your taxes done yet?&amp;nbsp; Do you do them yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite meal of the day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Any meal that is made by someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And there you go.... a little more insight into my world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3623026721040769533?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3623026721040769533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3623026721040769533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3623026721040769533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet me on Monday'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-482129944953014265</id><published>2011-03-07T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:36:54.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today's &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Never Growing Old&lt;/a&gt; Monday questions are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite way to eat potatoes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is tough because I love potatoes. French fries, yum, baked, yum yum, scalloped, oh yum... really haven't met a potato I have not loved, I do no think I can choose just one fav way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; What was the last package that was delivered to your house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today we received a new camera purchased with credit card points. I'd like to say it was free, but come on, it was with credit card points... I've paid for that camera a 100 times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite scent that you love to smell?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The smells of the beach - love the salty ocean, camp fires at night, tropical sun tan lotions... heaven on earth is a day at the beach for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Do you smoke?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ick - nope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My parents split up when I was 20. Horrible. When you are younger your parents tell you where you will spend holidays, when you are older they ask you where you'd like to go. Yeah, like that's a choice one wants to make, hm, let me decide which parent will I make happy and which will I hurt. The first year was brutal. In the end, they are both happier and are the people they should be rather then the people they probably would have been had they stayed together. I love my step parents and the families they each have brought into our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-482129944953014265?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/482129944953014265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-monday-again_6972.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/482129944953014265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/482129944953014265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-monday-again_6972.html' title='It&apos;s Monday Again....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5850850805646084934</id><published>2011-02-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:46:12.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not sure how this works, trying something new.&amp;nbsp; A blogger just introduced herself to me on my blog and I like her latest post, so I thought I'd try this thing out. Her blog is&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt; Never Growing Old&lt;/a&gt; which I LOVE the name of (and wish my body would agree with).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She asked the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;What are you wearing right now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the moment jeans, running shoes and a black sweatshirt. I know my phone is about to ring any moment and I quickly need to decide if I'm going to change into running clothes and join my friend in what will be a very painful run since I have not done so in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Do you have any freckles?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes I do because I've always loved the sun (do freckles really come from the sun?). I wouldn't say I have an abnormal amount, and there are none that I'm self conscious about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite Lifesaver flavor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Growing up in our Christmas stocking we would always have the "book" of life savers. I've continued this tradition with my children. The wintergreen have always been my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;What is the last movie you saw in the theater?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;True Grit - entertaining. Do not go to the movies too often, they are too darn expensive. We have a $2.00 theater close, so occasionally we check to see what they're showing and hit that theater up. Can't afford to take out a home loan for a family of 4 to see a movie together!!&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Would you rather live without tv or without music?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a tough one. Hate to admit but I love watching TV before I call it a night. But how do you live without music? The thought of not hearing worship songs at church, going on long drives in total silence, not putting on the country music I love to listen to while cleaning the house - I think I'll have to say TV&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5850850805646084934?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5850850805646084934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5850850805646084934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5850850805646084934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet Me On Monday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6529072839954755065</id><published>2011-02-24T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:50:41.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Things Thursday....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Haven't posted in a while, but thanks to LB at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://muddyrunner.blogspot.com/2011/02/26-things-thursday.html" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muddy Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; thought I'd jump on this band wagon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 44 but creeping up on 45 quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed size&lt;/span&gt;: We have a California King- I do not like to touch while sleeping and this bed is perfect for having your own space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chore you hate:&lt;/span&gt; Ummm, sorry, there is not a chore I LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dogs:&lt;/span&gt; Love dogs, sadly our black lab was put down two years ago because of cancer. He was with us for 12 years - best dog ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essential start to your day&lt;/span&gt;: Coffee, coffee and more coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite color:&lt;/span&gt; Pink - I am a girlie girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold or Silver:&lt;/span&gt; Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 5-foot-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instruments you play:&lt;/span&gt; None - wish I could play something, just don't have the patience to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job title:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, Wife, Friend, Aunt, Sister - these are my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; Trevor and Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live:&lt;/span&gt; Rancho Santa Margarita, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicknames:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure I have a few I'm not aware of - my family calls me Shelly, my Mom calls me Shella Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overnight hospital stays:&lt;/span&gt; Just for the birth of my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet peeve:&lt;/span&gt; Too many to list - not returning shopping carts but leaving them in the parking spot is number one, chewing with your mouth open probably number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote from a movie:&lt;/span&gt; Not a movie quoter - I can't remember what happened two minutes ago let alone quotes from a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right- or left-handed:&lt;/span&gt; Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siblings:&lt;/span&gt; One brother, three step sisters, two step brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time you wake up:&lt;/span&gt; 6:00 am, not very happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underwear:&lt;/span&gt; Every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegetables you dislike:&lt;/span&gt; Not big on veggies I pretty much tolerate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you run late:&lt;/span&gt; My husband - I hate being late, he seems to hate being on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Rays you’ve had:&lt;/span&gt; Other then teeth, a sonogram when pregnant - oh, just remembered an ankle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yummy food you make:&lt;/span&gt; Family favorite is my homemade chicken taquitos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoo favorite animal:&lt;/span&gt; Panda bears - but I'm more a sea lover, dolphins are my all time fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So there you go....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6529072839954755065?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6529072839954755065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/26-things-thursday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6529072839954755065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6529072839954755065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/26-things-thursday.html' title='26 Things Thursday....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1366925475225265162</id><published>2011-02-14T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:32:30.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You All....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A day full of Love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1366925475225265162?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1366925475225265162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/wishing-you-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1366925475225265162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1366925475225265162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/02/wishing-you-all.html' title='Wishing You All....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5265116025142037083</id><published>2011-01-27T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:31:28.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Business....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Real quick ~ really a shameful plug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most of you know my story about a business gone bad (well, a partner gone bad really). Anyway, God opened the door for my husband and I to restart a coffee business of our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you are on facebook, our fan page is running a contest this weekend. Staring tomorrow (Friday 1/28) running through Sunday 5pm if you post I love Living Java on our fan page you will be entered into a drawing for free coffee. 1st prize wins 4 bags, 2nd 3 bags and 3rd 2 bags. You need to become a fan of our page, and all you have to do to get there is click on my facebook banner to the right of this post. There more times you post, the more chances you have to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you have to lose? You may just win some great coffee ~ absolutely free!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5265116025142037083?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5265116025142037083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-business.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5265116025142037083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5265116025142037083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-business.html' title='New Business....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2234429031548465862</id><published>2011-01-19T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:32:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick "YEAH GOD"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh thank you, thank you, thank you God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another unexpected blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember the story of the money given to us for Christmas presents? Well, my son lost said money the night of New Years Eve. We had gone to dinner and jokingly he pulled out his wallet and said he's pay. Much to his dismay he ended up recieving a lecture on how foolish it is to carry around that much money ~ yadda yadda yadda I'm sure you know how the lecture goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wouldn't you know it, a week later he trys to locate his wallet and it can not be found. His room is torn apart and the car is searched top to bottom. We know he lost it that night. We call the restaurant, no such luck. He is beyond depressed, there was over $200.00 in that wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I prayed and prayed and prayed for God to show us where the wallet could be. I prayed that my son would see an answer to his prayer just as he had seen with his prayer for his sister (and the lost i-touch). Finally I had given up on it, praying that it at least fell into the hands of someone who needed it as much as I had desired it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funny thing ~ this morning I prayed "God, I'm sure the wallet is long gone, but it would be really nice if it could just show up".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before dinner my daughter was in our car looking for a book - the garage door swings open and she excited yells "I just found Trevor's wallet - it was underneath Mom's seat"!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My husband swears he searched under my seat at least 3 or 4 times. She said it was under a paper towel (I swear my car is relatively clean, not sure what a paper towel was doing under there). My son glowed with pure joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And our prayer at dinner was thanking God for answered prayers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is so faithful, loving, generous....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thank you God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2234429031548465862?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2234429031548465862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-yeah-god.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2234429031548465862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2234429031548465862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-yeah-god.html' title='A Quick &quot;YEAH GOD&quot;....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7927663578156629572</id><published>2011-01-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T07:56:26.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is sucking up my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We want to utilize Facebook for your new business for the social marketing aspect. You can reach a lot of people very quickly. I have a friend who has done so well at this Facebook actually did an email interview with her to assist others. Lucky for me she's a short drive away and she's going to help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, as much as I want to sit down and write out the next installment of how God blessed us during December, this week I'm burying my head into the world of FB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I am reading your posts... You are all such wonderful writers and inspired people... You encourage me, uplift me and motivate me daily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May God continue to bless you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7927663578156629572?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7927663578156629572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7927663578156629572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7927663578156629572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6102716523243840522</id><published>2011-01-08T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:46:21.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Blessing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had no idea I would add this to my post of recent God blessings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I came home yesterday with an email from my boss with nothing in the subject. Hm... A bit of nervousness came over me, although I did not have a reason to be. She will email me at home from time to time to let me know if we can wear jeans on a "non" jean day, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me back up a bit with a little history. I went back to work in September - part time - Wednesday through Friday from 9 till 2. Perfect with my kids school schedule and my Monday/Tuesday commitment to my bible study. So, I've only been back to work for three months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back to the email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I opened it up and realized I was copied - the email was to personnel stating I was to receive a raise effect immediately. Oh ~No ~Way...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you God!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6102716523243840522?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6102716523243840522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/unexpected-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6102716523243840522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6102716523243840522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/unexpected-blessing.html' title='Unexpected Blessing.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4516124875274368926</id><published>2011-01-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:46:40.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another God Blessing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So as I said, God showed Himself in many ways the last few weeks of December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My daughter bought herself an Itouch with her birthday money in September. The newest 4G model. Of course that thing is attached to her hip. Since my children do not have cell phones, their Itouch has become their link to appearing they may have one (since they look just like the Iphone), and therefore they are "cool".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyways...&amp;nbsp; my family (Aunts, Uncles, Cousins etc) went bowling during our Christmas get together. After bowling and bull riding (yeah, don't ask) we headed out the door. My daughter at this point realized she was no longer in possession of her Itouch. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Typical scene ensues - we talk with the guys behind the counter: No, nothing has been turned in. We survey the area where she put down her touch while she put on her bowling shoes. Nothing. We ask the people around the area if they have possibly found it: Nope, no such luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is what transpired - she took it out of her back pocket, set it on the table while she put her bowling shoes on, and then walked away. We are now talking three hours later when she realizes she doesn't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, we leave a phone number to the guys behind the counter. A few people send texts to the device (she has an app that allows her to text, make calls and do face time), but we consider it long gone, never to be seen again. We assume my daughter has just learned a very expensive lesson.... All at her expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next morning a call is received, the touch is locked in the manager's safe and can be picked up anytime after 5pm. Praise the Lord! My daughter is beyond excited and my son says, "Mom, I prayed that it would be returned".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love when I see answers to prayers - I'm extra blessed when my children see them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you, Lord!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4516124875274368926?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4516124875274368926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-god-blessing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4516124875274368926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4516124875274368926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-god-blessing.html' title='Another God Blessing....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-912780728088327691</id><published>2010-12-30T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:41:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ending....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you ever experience your post rolling around in your head for a while after you post it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, my last post bothered me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It ended like this ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because of the gracious loving nature of Our Heavenly Father, our children ended up having a wonderful Christmas. God had blessed us with what we needed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It should have ended like this ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because of the gracious loving nature of our Heavenly Father, our children ended up having a wonderful Christmas. God had blessed us not with what we needed, but what I had desired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The desire of my heart was to give my children more then we could. They didn't NEED more - the only things we NEED, we have ~ our health, our home, food, clothing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;God honored the desire of my heart which made this all the more special. He didn't need to, He chose to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you your heart's desires"&amp;nbsp; Psalm 37:4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;How grateful I still am.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-912780728088327691?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/912780728088327691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-ending.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/912780728088327691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/912780728088327691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-ending.html' title='New Ending....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1205043771913447166</id><published>2010-12-27T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:13:23.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Christmas Gift....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So as I said, God has blessed us with many wonderful things of late. Not sure of where to exactly start, I'll begin with the latest and move backwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really had no idea how we were going to swing Christmas this year. The end of November brought the painful decision to list our home for a short sell - money was simply scare for anything not necessary. I had $300.00 owed to me for some contracting work I had completed, I thought at least I'd be able to use that money for a few gifts. Then, life threw another curve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I serve in a leadership position for a national bible study I attend. This year they have a weekend retreat happening and I'm expected to go. The cost is $350.00. The deadline for the payment was December 6th. Boy did I struggle with this one. I had money coming to me that would cover the cost, but what about Christmas, God? Now what was I suppose to use to pay for some gifts? Prior to Thanksgiving I resigned myself to write the check for the retreat when the date came trusting God would work something out. And work it out He did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I have an annual shopping date the day after Thanksgiving with one of my girlfriends. The purpose really is to spend the time together, if we get great deals and purchase Christmas gifts, it's a bonus. Knowing that I had these plans with my friend, my Mom gave me a check (against my protests) so that I could do some shopping. I did not look at the amount until I returned home - the check was for $300.00. God provided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In all honesty, I was still struggling with this amount. I have an eleven and a twelve year old. They are very aware of our financial situation - but they are preteens none the less and their Christmas list was typical of their age. Our family knows very well what this time of year really is about, and we all say out loud how we wish we could get back to focusing on the real reason for the season..... but.... we all know that most everyone around us is sticking to the over spending over indulging idea that Christmas has become, and as a mother, I want my children to be excited and joyful Christmas morning with the rest of their friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because I'm now working part time, and I was a bit paralyzed with how I was going to make this money stretch and get them gifts under the tree. For the first time in at least five years, come December 17th I still had not purchased one gift. I was a bit stressed to say the least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The evening of Dec 17th a friend of ours asked my husband if he could have a minute. Rick was running out the door to get to FedEx in time and told him he would come over after he was done. He ran his errand, came home and headed down the street to see what he needed. When he came home a while later, our friend had told my husband that God had laid it on his heart to give us this gift, and he handed Rick some folded up bills and told him to go buy gifts for our kids. God had gifted us through our friend $400.00. I don't think I've shed so many tears of appreciation in one evening. It was a very emotional night to say the least. God had provided...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Because of the gracious loving nature of Our Heavenly Father, our children ended up having a wonderful Christmas. God had blessed us with what we needed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1205043771913447166?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1205043771913447166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/gods-christmas-gift.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1205043771913447166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1205043771913447166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/gods-christmas-gift.html' title='God&apos;s Christmas Gift....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3952686745542247529</id><published>2010-12-24T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:34:21.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope to spend a little more time blogging in the New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So many wonderful things have happened the past few weeks - God has showed himself in some pretty amazing ways. Ways that I really should be praising aloud for all to hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I pray you all have a wonderful Christmas Day filled with family, laughter, joy and of course, abundant happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3952686745542247529?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3952686745542247529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3952686745542247529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3952686745542247529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1856990749431994726</id><published>2010-12-08T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:10:49.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Looks Like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;God has answered our prayers and the lockbox will be removed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Blessings have come from an unexpected place. I would like to tell the story, but for right now it needs to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Things are a brewing... Hope is stirring.... Renewal is coming.... Happy is in the works....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1856990749431994726?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1856990749431994726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1856990749431994726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1856990749431994726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-looks-like.html' title='It Looks Like....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7876598472887948654</id><published>2010-11-28T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:53:02.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Bah Hum Bugish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Decked the halls today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Typically I enjoy this. Today, not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still have to finish the tree and tweak/decorate the garland on the banisters. Not really motivated to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Several reasons for this blah attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have dear, very much loved, neighbors who have been on a very long journey with cancer this year and are nearing the end of the road. A beloved wife/mother/friend has no other options other then a healing miracle from God. As I pulled out bins and placed decorations in their place, my friends are in their home with hospice care and prayers for longevity of life without pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then there's the sadness that this may be our last Christmas in this home. We have some options that could keep us here, but we need to make the right choice, and I'm not sure if staying here really is the right choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, not really any Christmas jolly today. Just decorating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought I'd change my back round to something cheerful, thinking that may help. More frustration with blogger not allowing me to change my design settings... hm... I suppose that's a small inconvenience in the scheme of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now on to my next favorite chore... what to have for dinner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7876598472887948654?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7876598472887948654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/bit-bah-hum-bugish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7876598472887948654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7876598472887948654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/bit-bah-hum-bugish.html' title='A Bit Bah Hum Bugish....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2172057171903972519</id><published>2010-11-20T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:16:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Not To Remember....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lock box on, property up for short sale, conversation with kids that we may have to move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy no where to be found today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe God can still pull out a miracle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I pray He does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2172057171903972519?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2172057171903972519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-not-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2172057171903972519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2172057171903972519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-not-to-remember.html' title='A Day Not To Remember....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4916765059208693270</id><published>2010-11-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:12:09.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Want My Happy Back"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I happened to hear these words muttered by a reality housewife recently while I was flipping through the channels....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These words hit me to the core...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want MY happy back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These past two years have been such a trial. Financially and emotionally. We have drained our long term savings, we are in debt way over our heads and then some, and unless God provides a miracle VERY soon, we'll lose our home. There hasn't been much happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There has been gratitude. Thankfulness for our health, for the way God has provided for our needs through our friends and family. For cars that continue to run even though there are far more miles then should be on them. For our children - they are great kids, get great grades and do very well in their sport of choice. I'm grateful that God provided me a job that creates a small income and works with my kids schedule. Grateful that our marriage is strong despite the stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But happiness... that's been elusive... Yes, of course, there have been happy moments, laughter does still exists in our home, but if you were to ask me to describe myself, happy would not be included. It use to be and I believe one day it will again, but for the last two years my happy has been missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know that someday we will finally make it out of this valley God has us traveling through. I struggle, actually I agonize, with the "cost" this journey is causing us, but I know He will bring us out. He gently spoke to me through Deuteronomy 8..... "Remember how the Lord your God led you through the wilderness....humbling you and testing you to prove your character and to find out whether or not you would really obey his commands" &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;v8:2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know there is a bigger purpose behind this time of testing. I truly believe He has something beyond what we can conceive at this moment planned for us "He did it so you would never think that it was your own strength and energy that made you wealthy" &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;v8:17&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wealth will not bring back my happy... But having a consistent income to pay off our debts, to not worry about things breaking down, knowing we can pay for the roof over our head, the clothes on our bodies, the food in our pantry.... Having an income to pay for healthy teeth and medical check ups, haircuts and gas in our vehicles. Not having to hear constant heavy sighs or saying my daily prayers fighting back tears....&amp;nbsp; Happy will creep back in when these things start happening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And in God's timing, I know they will....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4916765059208693270?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4916765059208693270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-my-happy-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4916765059208693270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4916765059208693270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-my-happy-back.html' title='&quot;I Want My Happy Back&quot;....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-284560927487202378</id><published>2010-11-07T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:22:34.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Isn't Even January 1st....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Goal setting - it's been the talk of my Pastor of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm typically not goal orientated. I tend to not think past the current minute, hour, day. Setting goals for the future seems so foreign - but I've decided that I need to start setting them in all areas of my life. I plan to buy a journal and section it out in categories - family, home, personal, spiritual, financial.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I suppose my first goal is to actually go out and get the journal!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today, this blog will become my journal page for the first set of goals I'm setting - personal health goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the last two years I have been in the best shape I have ever been in. I had joined a gym and four to five mornings a week I worked out. I took two spin classes and three body sculpting classes a week and could actually see muscle definition in my shoulders, back, arms and legs. I felt powerful, in control of my body, and healthy both physically and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then two months ago everything changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because of the financial situation we are in, I could no longer justify not working. God blessed me with a perfect part time job that allows me to see my kids off in the morning, and be here when they get home from school. This change took away my morning work out routine, and for the past two months I have done nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Physically and mentally it's starting to take its toll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, starting tomorrow (of course tomorrow, you never start the day you decide!!!), here are the changes I plan to make in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Eat some sort of breakfast. I never do this. My morning meal is coffee, which typically sustains me till about 1:00, when I eat lunch. But when 3:00 hits, I start grazing until dinner, and I want to stop that. I know if I fuel my body in the morning and afternoon I can control this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Start exercising again. I want to get back to at least four days a week doing at least a half hour cardio and some strength training. I have not canceled my gym membership yet - I either need to use it or lose it. There really is no reason I can't exercise outside and use my hand weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Think about everything I put into my mouth. The past week I've been downing way too many carbs and sugars. Some of this has been hormonal eating, but it's also been emotional eating. I've been having a pity party with chips and ice cream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Drink more water. I'm horrible at this and my body often reminds me of how dehydrated I am with painful leg cramps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Eat more veggies. More specifically salads. I love salads, but I hate making them. I want to try and have some sort of salad, even be it a simple greens only, every night with our meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. Focus on making all these changes because it's better for me, not because I want to look better. I know the better I take care of my body, the better it will be to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need to figure out what I can eat for breakfast that's fast and needs minimal prep time - this goal will be my toughest. Any suggestions is well appreciated!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-284560927487202378?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/284560927487202378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-isnt-even-january-1st.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/284560927487202378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/284560927487202378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-it-isnt-even-january-1st.html' title='And It Isn&apos;t Even January 1st....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5474623469092202043</id><published>2010-10-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:52:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn't It Enough....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The cross....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus died upon it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He took the weight of our sins upon himself, became the last sacrificial offering and tore the curtain that once separated us from the Holiness of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have always gazed upon the cross and visualized Jesus suffering from my sins - until last night, when He helped me to see the cross in a new way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For way too long I've been in a wrestling match with God. I know God desires for me to put the past and all it entails emotionally, financially, relationally behind me. To forgive, move forwarded and allow Him to deal how He desires with all involved. I know He wants me to "nail it to the cross" and be done with it. But me in all my human nature finds ever reason why I should hang on to the bitterness, the anger, the hurt. I can easily find scripture to justify my feelings and desires. But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scripture also tells me to forgive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Holding on to this unwillingness to forgive is a sin. So, I battle with Christ. I use the argument of - you do not forgive us till we ask for forgiveness, confessing our sin. Why should I forgive others who are not willing to confess, nor even think their actions are in need of forgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm suppose to because you tell us to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah shucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So back to the cross. Yes, He suffered from my sins while He was nailed to that cross. I know and I confess that I am wrong in holding on to this sin that doesn't allow me to forgive. I pray daily to lose the foothold that evil has in my life where this situation is concerned. And truth be told I have often been frustrated with God that he doesn't just remove it from my emotional tank - because I know with a snap of His finger it wouldn't bother me anymore. But God does things in God's way, and He had been waiting to show me the cross in a new light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus did not just take the pain of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; sins upon himself on the cross, He also took the pain of the sins &lt;i&gt;against&lt;/i&gt; me. How wrong am I to justify holding on to the pain to validate the wrongness of the actions, when Jesus suffered from them much more then I ever will. As I beg and plead to have the chains of resentment broken in my life and then turn around to securely grasp them in my hands once more as a memory of the past runs through my thoughts, Jesus must be thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isn't what I did on the Cross enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wasn't the pain I took on your behalf enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why wont you stare at that cross knowing I took this injustice upon myself&amp;nbsp; FOR YOU so you wouldn't have to take it upon yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will never look at the cross in the same way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5474623469092202043?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5474623469092202043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/10/wasnt-it-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5474623469092202043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5474623469092202043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/10/wasnt-it-enough.html' title='Wasn&apos;t It Enough....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1784821833048502306</id><published>2010-10-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:00:05.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hats Off To You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since I'm quick to point out the negative, let me state a positive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those boys at &lt;a href="http://www.tiemans.com/"&gt;Tieman's &lt;/a&gt;finally updated their website. Gone is the "Our Causes" portion (I wrote about that &lt;a href="http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiemans-fusion-coffee.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gone are bogus addresses and retailers that don't carry their coffee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My hats off to you for finally updating your site and giving out valid information....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, since David stated in an email to my husband recently that, and I quote, "&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;money has been just enough that I'm not filling out job applications yet" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- wouldn't it be nice if he actually used some of that money towards paying off the buy out for the company that's paying his bills, as well as other financial obligations to vendors we get letters from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh what a happy day that would be for many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1784821833048502306?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1784821833048502306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-hats-off-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1784821833048502306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1784821833048502306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-hats-off-to-you.html' title='My Hats Off To You....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6237505140364597631</id><published>2010-09-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:33:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Theme Song For The Moment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lD_pCr_Xrnc/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lD_pCr_Xrnc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lD_pCr_Xrnc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6237505140364597631?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6237505140364597631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-theme-song-for-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6237505140364597631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6237505140364597631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-theme-song-for-moment.html' title='My Theme Song For The Moment....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5596171591508656412</id><published>2010-09-13T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:03:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Simply....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Completely....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Overwhelmed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5596171591508656412?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5596171591508656412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5596171591508656412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5596171591508656412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7366456370002922161</id><published>2010-09-02T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:35:32.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What Can He Be Planning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really don't know how God will use all this for good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;But He does promise to do so.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7366456370002922161?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7366456370002922161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-what-can-he-be-planning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7366456370002922161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7366456370002922161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-what-can-he-be-planning.html' title='Just What Can He Be Planning....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2643058033311119635</id><published>2010-08-12T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:14:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Intentions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, so we all know I resolved myself to live on the right side of the comma.  So how am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not so good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've taken such a dive that not only am I living on the wrong side of the comma, I'm not even on the page any longer. I REALLY want to pull myself up by my boot straps (ok, in my reality it would be flip flop straps) but my "friend" - aka fear - just wont leave town. It seems to have taken up residency and is refusing to be evicted. It has staked its claim in my life and wont budge. It's simply refusing my one way ticket to anywhere but my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know God tells me not to fear. I have a big sign posted on my board in front of my computer that states "don't be afraid, just believe..." I know that if God is for me, who can be against me. The bible tells me not to lose heart. That these are only momentary troubles. That God will never abandon me. He will never forsake me. He will keep me safe. That He is close by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But truth be told, I just don't FEEL it - I KNOW it, it's in the bible and I BELIEVE it, but I just don't feel it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm disappointed in myself that I can't manage to have an unwavering faith - all has started to fall apart, and so have I. Actually, everything has been unraveling for a while, and I have been dealing with it by living in the life of pretend. I've been pretending everythings ok (God will provide), pretending I'm not bitter and angry (God is close to the broken hearted), pretending to believe God is in control (the Lord has his way - He directs our steps), pretending to believe it's all going to work out (God works all things for good) - I've been trying to "fake it till you make it"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the damn has broken, I can't fake it anymore, I can't pretend I believe it anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't believe God and His Holy word, but I'm really finding them hard to grasp as truth for my life at the moment. I've prayed, I've begged, I've pleaded - for help, wisdom, guidance - deliverance - from this trial that just keeps going and I end every day beaten down, disappointed, frustrated, bitter and oh so fearful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thankfully the bible states if we have faith as small as a mustard seed we can move mountains because I have one hell of a mountain to move and very little faith to do it with.  I will not stop trying to get fear out of my life. I know in my heart it's Satan dancing on every vulnerable emotional string I have - playing this sad little tune of how God has tossed me aside and that my family's life is headed to utter destruction. I know my God is bigger then my problems, in a breath he can change all things and create miracles to make everything better, but Satan keeps whispering "then why hasn't he?" and I keep asking the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I MUST figure out how to get rid of the fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2643058033311119635?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2643058033311119635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-intentions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2643058033311119635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2643058033311119635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-intentions.html' title='Best Intentions....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3737894679504041729</id><published>2010-08-08T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:53:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Side of The Comma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you live on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question our Pastor asked us last night... And admittedly, I've been living on the wrong side for way too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verse he was basing this question on is 2Corthinthians 4:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"We are hard pressed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but not crushed;&lt;br /&gt;perplexed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but not in despair;&lt;br /&gt;persecuted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but not abandoned;&lt;br /&gt;struck down&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but not destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The left side of the comma is living a life of fear, the right side, a life of trust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear has been my constant friend for months, and unfortunately I've allowed that "friend" to overtake my life. I have given it full reign to control my thoughts and emotions as it desires. I start each day with good intentions, praying to be filled with the Fruits of the Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control) only to allow a phone call, or a bill, or even someone else's good fortune to quickly squash any hope of a positive day and instantly send me into the swirling emotions of anger, bitterness and hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were given a few definitions of the word trust, one of them being "to lean the weight of your soul on the faithfulness, reliability, integrity or friendship of another person." This says it all, why I am so bitter. We leaned not only the weight of our soul, but everything we own, against someone we thought was trustworthy.  We were lied to, we were cheated, we were plotted against - we were betrayed... I want to justify the bitterness by claiming it comes from a "righteous" anger - don't I have every right to be angry and pray for the destruction of my enemies as David did all through the book of Psalms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God tells me to let it go... to trust Him... He has a plan, one that I can't even comprehend right now... I put my trust at one time in the wrong person, now I need to trust in the ONLY person trustworthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I said, I have been living on the fear side of the comma - every day I feel hard pressed, perplexed, persecuted and struck down. Financially we are in a place I never in a million years would have EVER thought we'd be in, but I'm finished, I'm done, I will not live on this side any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God WILL use ALL things for good (Romans 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not in despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God I trust, I will not be afraid" Psalm 56:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid or discourage, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you." 1chronicles 28:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THIS is the side of the comma I will choose to live on - the trust side... Admittedly, there will be days this wont be easy to do, but I will hold on to the promises of the bible. I will lean the weight of my soul on the Lord, knowing full well I can rely on His faithfulness, reliability, integrity, friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"In you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed" Psalm 57:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6402881020819725180-3737894679504041729?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3737894679504041729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-side-of-comma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3737894679504041729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3737894679504041729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-side-of-comma.html' title='What Side of The Comma....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8285661224006223453</id><published>2010-08-07T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:12:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daily Reminder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better to be poor and honest than rich and dishonest.&lt;/em&gt;  Proverbs 19:1 (LB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God doesn't bless dishonesty.  Proverbs 16:11 says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"The Lord demands  fairness in every business deal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (LB) If you want God's blessing on your finances, you've got to be honest.   You can't rip people off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes the pressure to get ahead -- or just the pressure to keep up -- is  so overwhelming that we, even as believers, are often tempted to compromise our  ethics.  Maybe we do a little shading of the truth in order to make a buck.   Maybe we overvalue something or maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we just don't tell somebody what's wrong  with it when we're selling it to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We  just don't tell the truth in a situation.  Why?  Because the draw to make a buck  is so intense in our lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The decision to do what is right and trust God is not a once-for-all  decision.  It is a daily moment-by-moment decision. But God has said that he  will meet your needs if you maintain your integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Taken from Daily Hope with Rick Warren&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/6402881020819725180-8285661224006223453?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8285661224006223453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/message-from-my-pastor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8285661224006223453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8285661224006223453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/message-from-my-pastor.html' title='My Daily Reminder....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3441519169872467022</id><published>2010-08-04T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:37:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Lies, Lies, Yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They're gonna get you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is a lie? Well, the dictionary tells us a lie is a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. We often try to deceive ourselves by calling our lies fibs, white lies or exaggerations. But truth be told, if it isn't the whole truth... it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we learn this trait early on in life. How many of us have asked our little innocent toddlers "did you do this?" to receive a very quick "no" when we know otherwise. All mother's and father's alike have heard the inevitable "I don't know" "it wasn't me" "I don't remember" knowing full well that their precious little angle is LYING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if we know it is wrong, why do we lie? We typically do it to to keep ourselves out of trouble. Often we are fearful of the consequences - possible punishment, embarrassment, we don't want to lose face, seem incompetent, or have someone angry with us. Sadly, there are some who lie to manipulate people. But what it all boils down to is this - liars lie to protect themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my children were very young I told them I would instantly know if they lied because a red dot would appear on their forehead (ok, I know, hypocritical of me to actually LIE to my children about lying - but hey, it worked). Sure enough, a lie would come out, and a hand would slap on top of that forehead!! Eventually that stopped working but with maturity came the willingness to fess up.... most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the majority of parents out their in the world work hard to teach their children what is right, and what is wrong. Lying is obviously wrong, but I have to wonder why is it that some people just don't REALLY grasp this? They live their lives building a house of cards, one lie on top of the other, but don't they grasp that it's only a matter of time before an unstable structure such as that will come toppling down??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJ is a great example. He got away with murder, literally, and I believe he actually believes his lies. He has justified, in his mind,  why what he did wasn't "murder", he has somehow convinced himself HE was wronged and it was justified. But his house of cards eventually came down on top of him, didn't it? He may have lied his way out it for a period, but eventually his words could no longer save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I read the following and boy did it ring the truth bell for me "Lying is not only an anti-social behavior, liars often become anti-social themselves. If they hang around people they’ve lied to, they begin to dislike those people. They may even blame them for their problems. It's no wonder that lies can ruin work relationships, marriages and friendships. If you’re caught in a lie, your credibility drops to zero." Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding... Boy have I been duped by someone like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So very simply put - the truth always sets one free. And isn't having a life being labeled as an honest person much better then being known as a liar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3441519169872467022?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3441519169872467022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/lies-lies-lies-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3441519169872467022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3441519169872467022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/lies-lies-lies-yeah.html' title='Lies, Lies, Lies, Yeah....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3707391957979087915</id><published>2010-08-03T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:45:05.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The War Raging Within....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to do the "right" thing, but right now I'm struggling. I feel like I have the age ol' God on one shoulder, Satan on the other.  Satan is whispering, like he did to Eve, "go ahead, think of all the power you will feel" and God loving reminds me "Wise people don't make a show of their knowledge..." Prov 12:23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel God is silent in many areas of my life right now, but he's speaking to me loud and clear within this struggle that I'm dealing with. In scripture last night he reminded me "No real harm befalls the godly but the wicked have their fill of trouble" Prov 12:21 as well as Prov 12:22 "The Lord hates those who don't keep their word, but delights in those who do". God knew I would be dealing with this desire, and knew that these scriptures would speak to my soul... but still.... Satan is perched, not ready to leave my shoulder yet... "Go ahead, it's deserved, you have every right".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"So why do you keep calling me ‘Lord, Lord!’ when you don’t do what I say?" Luke 6:46 - this is the scripture I read this morning. I have the choice, I can follow my desire, my will, what the "world" tells me is the "right" thing to do, or I can follow what God keeps telling me, "Vengeance is mine..." Heb 10:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice If I could just easily flick Satan off my shoulder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3707391957979087915?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3707391957979087915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/08/war-raging-within.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3707391957979087915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Years....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And still counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5378634373860794591?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5378634373860794591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/44-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5378634373860794591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5378634373860794591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/44-years.html' title='44 Years....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4594347487119925501</id><published>2010-06-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:16:00.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Song About Prayer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I stumbled onto a new site recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://supermanslady.blogspot.com"&gt;My Cinderella Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. I feel a bit of a kindred spirit with her posts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What really made me laugh was this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://supermanslady.blogspot.com/2010/06/jaron-and-long-road-to-love-pray-for.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FfhcR+%28My+Cinderella+Story%29"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and since I can't figure out how to post a youtube video, you'll have to link to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This made me laugh so hard, and honestly, has some truth to the way I wish I could sometimes pray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4594347487119925501?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4594347487119925501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-song-about-prayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4594347487119925501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4594347487119925501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-song-about-prayer.html' title='A Little Song About Prayer.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7578534776633838542</id><published>2010-06-03T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:05:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh You Of Little Faith....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm convinced that is what Jesus is thinking of me at this very moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the midst of a storm, Peter stepped out of his boat, in faith, to walk toward Jesus - on top of water - with waves and wind all around him...  Peter was successful in his walk until he took his eyes off of Jesus. Suddenly Peter became very aware of the high waves and strong wind, and he pushed aside Jesus' power to sustain him and succumbed to his own inadequacies to try and keep himself afloat. Fear took over and he began to sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a little mantra when times get tough - don't be Peter, keep your eyes on Jesus, don't be Peter, keep your eyes on the Lord, don't be Peter, the waves wont get me, don't be Peter, keep your eyes on Jesus.... Over and over it is repeated.... but right now I feel like the waves are way too high overhead and I'm straining to not be like Peter, to keep my focus forward, but the waves and the wind are raging and fear is taking over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe the bible is God breathed, inspired by the Lord God Almighty and that every word is true. I don't claim to understand it all, but by faith I believe it all. The bible holds many promises for my life. God promises to sustain me  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Isaiah 46:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. He promises to feed me, just as he does the birds (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mt 6:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;), he promises to clothe me, just as he does the grass of the fields (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mt 6:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;), His promises go on and on. And thus far he has upheld what he promises, we are fed, we are clothed,  and I am holding on in faith (which I believe I am only able to do because of His power).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, I am disappointed that no where in scripture does He promise to pay my mortgage, to ensure I can pay my health insurance, or that He will pave an easy road to pay for utilities and the kid's constant need of money for something required at school or sports. I realize that everything I have does not belong to me, its just on loan from the Lord. I admit I'm still struggling with accepting this - He gives, He can take away - I need to trust that His plans for me are way better then I could ever imagine "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jer 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, but right now this plan does not feel too good. Or make any sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So back to Peter. He began to sink and he cried out, "Lord save me!" The bible tells us IMMEDIATELY Jesus reached out to him. Jesus didn't just stand there and let him sink a little more into the cold unfriendly water to learn a lesson, He didn't let him sink under a few times to really get the point, He didn't reach out his hand only to quickly pull it back and then thrust if forward again in some kind of cat and mouse game that had Jesus in stitches and Peter a bit frustrated. No, Peter called out for help and Jesus immediately reached for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know that every time I call out to him, Jesus extends his hand to me - immediately. I know that He see's my struggles, I know that He knows my pain and my fears. I know He hears my prayers. Now, more then ever, I need to trust in what I know.  Because I know that just as Jesus extended his hand out to Peter and exclaimed "You of little faith, why did you doubt?", He is wondering the same of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7578534776633838542?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7578534776633838542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-you-of-little-faith.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7578534776633838542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7578534776633838542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-you-of-little-faith.html' title='Oh You Of Little Faith....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7409726564187136054</id><published>2010-05-28T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:45:41.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Spoke To Me Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Through the mouth of a four year old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has always been my safe place.  I love that we received the keys to our new home the day before our wedding. I love that it is the only home my children have known thus far. I love our neighbors and how we've all been fortunate enough to start our families together and strive to raise them with the same morals and values. I love that a few years back we took our living room back from the kids and it has turned into a wonderful "grown up" room instead of the kids play area. I love that in between these walls we have loved, laughed, argued, nurtured, entertained - lived life - over the past 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find when I'm inside these walls I become impatient, fearful, angry, resentful. I hear water running and think about a water bill. I hear the heat come on in the early mornings and think about an electric bill. I'm so fearful of losing our home, and yet I can't rest easy inside of it right now. I find it so ironic that I'm so afraid of losing it, yet it's the last thing I want to take care of - I kind of shut down when I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake every morning asking God to give me wisdom regarding our situation and to give me peace and acceptance regarding our circumstances. I know God is in control, and I am waiting for His deliverance (although not very patiently as of late). I'm trying, really hard, to become ok with letting my house go if it comes down to that - but so far I haven't got there. I so desire to hear God's voice... clearly.... knowing without a doubt it was him... telling me it's all going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving a friend today, her four year old son was yelling his good byes across the parking lot to me. At the last moment, he turned one last time and shouted "Oh, and enjoy your home"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me today through that little boy's sweet voice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7409726564187136054?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7409726564187136054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-spoke-to-me-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7409726564187136054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7409726564187136054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-spoke-to-me-today.html' title='God Spoke To Me Today....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5889082286934923795</id><published>2010-05-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:56:57.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pet Peeves....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In random order....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Open mouth chewers - I don't want to hear you eat or see your food while you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not returning your shopping cart - come on people, most of the time the return stall is a few small steps away. This drives me COMPLETELY bonkers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;People who decide they don't want an item and leave it some random place in the store - Really?!? You just really can't go back to the area and return it to its proper place?!?  At the very least, hold on to it and tell the checker you changed your mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not replacing an empty toilet paper roll - so not nice, and lazy to boot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;More to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5889082286934923795?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5889082286934923795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5889082286934923795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5889082286934923795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-pet-peeves.html' title='A Few Pet Peeves....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2078014101936887522</id><published>2010-05-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:59:12.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Have Anything Nice To Say......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't say it at all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's what we teach our kids, right? I've been pretty quiet of late -- well --because -- all the topics in which I desire to write about aren't -- yes, you guessed it -- nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And actually, there's really only one topic I desire to spew about, and that would be, yes, the ex partner - &lt;a href="http://www.tiemans.com/"&gt;David Tieman from Tieman's Fusion Coffee&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's my deal:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we formed a partnership. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we lent him money to pay his personal bills.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we extended WAY too much money into the company.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; we agreed to a buy out. And here we sit, eight months later, with not even a cent nor a peep from him, his law firm, or anyone else associated with him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The irony of it all is -- we have not been part of this company for the past 11 months, yet we are the only one paying the debt for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;since he was so adamant about buying the company, that he would honor his agreement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But men with NO honor don't care about holding up their agreements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are in such a financial straight jacket at the moment.  Actually, more like a financial guillotine, and we're frantically trying to prevent someone from pulling the lever that ends it all.  It's hard not to funnel the focus, and so much anger, on the one with whom we feel caused all of this. Yes, we went WAY too far out on a limb, we should have never extended ourselves the way we did - we acknowledge so and take responsibility for our part of where we find ourselves right now, but we did it all...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In good faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2078014101936887522?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2078014101936887522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-dont-have-anything-nice-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2078014101936887522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2078014101936887522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-dont-have-anything-nice-to-say.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Have Anything Nice To Say......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3554025138016903025</id><published>2010-03-16T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:57:58.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Years Ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This child came into our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56u0IXps6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZlAFnQkW2Ok/s1600-h/trev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56u0IXps6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZlAFnQkW2Ok/s200/trev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448984809787995042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so darn smart, one of the funniest people I know, so compassionate and deeply emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future scares me with this one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56w3JZpMoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6-3DGOQIGL8/s1600-h/trevhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56w3JZpMoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6-3DGOQIGL8/s200/trevhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448987060627649154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thank goodness it was only crazy hair day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56xRXaWU4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6xiMMBk2EIc/s1600-h/trevnose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56xRXaWU4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6xiMMBk2EIc/s200/trevnose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448987511065301890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is his creativity with rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56xu93cDCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QA11BBLU5vg/s1600-h/TrevMotoCycle+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56xu93cDCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QA11BBLU5vg/s200/TrevMotoCycle+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448988019604065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Born to be bad.... or so he thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday Little Man - You make us so very proud!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3554025138016903025?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3554025138016903025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3554025138016903025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3554025138016903025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-years-ago.html' title='12 Years Ago....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S56u0IXps6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZlAFnQkW2Ok/s72-c/trev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3823852225342215893</id><published>2010-03-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:38:42.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Will you be watching the Oscars tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Although one would think I would be into that, I'm not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll just cruise the internet tomorrow and watch a few of the celebrity news shows to see who wore what and to hear if there were any show stopping moments that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Instead, I'll be finishing my bible study that I need done for tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3823852225342215893?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3823852225342215893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3823852225342215893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3823852225342215893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8253427469564165155</id><published>2010-03-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:40:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God - Part 2....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can her five minutes of fame PLEASE be over......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S5Gj_IGJZrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrorMNKzaeM/s1600-h/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S5Gj_IGJZrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrorMNKzaeM/s200/people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313729367991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S5GkJvD45nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G_wc6x6vi5A/s1600-h/293.DWTS.gosselin.dovolani.lc.030410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S5GkJvD45nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G_wc6x6vi5A/s200/293.DWTS.gosselin.dovolani.lc.030410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313911626196594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8253427469564165155?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8253427469564165155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god-part-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8253427469564165155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8253427469564165155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god-part-2.html' title='Dear God - Part 2....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/S5Gj_IGJZrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GrorMNKzaeM/s72-c/people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1498548758329141527</id><published>2010-03-04T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:13:17.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cancer sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quiet frankly, I'm tired of praying for miracles.... which then often turns into prayers of peace and comfort....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm tired of holding my breath when a caringbridge update comes through, hoping the 12 year old it talks about has counts that allows him to have chemo. Or finding out that the friend who complained for three years to her doctor about severe back pain had pancreatic cancer, and six months after the diagnosis was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm fearful for my neighbor who just found out she has cancer. The same kind that took her step father within four months of being diagnosed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You are our creator - you hold all things in your hands - you can eradicate this - WHY DON"T YOU??!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, along with the painful, I have rejoiced with the healed. I praise you Lord for healing my mother who has for the last 13 years been cancer free. I praise you for little Faith, who at 3 fought the good fight and won. But I miss my best friend who at 33 was taken from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Please, please, please, I beg you, Lord, allow us to find a cure... soon.... so very soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1498548758329141527?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1498548758329141527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1498548758329141527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1498548758329141527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god.html' title='Dear God....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2649538582128426588</id><published>2010-03-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:59:58.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Muddy Runner....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you for this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://muddyrunner.blogspot.com/search/label/water"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (i think)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I can't go to the bathroom without looking at my urine and thinking - Darn, I NEED to drink more water.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2649538582128426588?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2649538582128426588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-muddy-runner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2649538582128426588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2649538582128426588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-muddy-runner.html' title='Dear Muddy Runner....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8964371816151568569</id><published>2010-02-20T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:55:52.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am What I Am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello, my name is Dawn, and I'm a celebrity-aholic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate to admit it.... I really wish I wasn't.... But I am one of those people who scans every headline on all the celeb mags while standing in line. I have a few websites I like to look at as often as I can. I love watching the celebrity news shows.... Unfortunately I can tell you more about whats going on in the latest celeb gossip then I can with what my kids were required to do that day for homework (thank goodness they are A students)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will blame it on my childhood desire to be the next super star. I was certain I was bound for fame. I was going to be the newest Mouseketeer, or the new best friend of Half Pint on Little House on the Prairie. Or, even better yet, the new love interest for David Partridge on the Partridge Family!! Did I take acting classes, no... Did I have an agent, ah, no again...  I guess I thought I would be plucked out of obscurity and cast into instant fame and notoriety - the classic unknown to stardom story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I hate to admit this, but for some unknown reason, I had convinced myself as a young child that hidden in the overhead light of our car was a mic and camera. I would make sure every time we went somewhere I looked my "star" best and I sang all the songs on the radio "star" perfectly. I would even glance up at that light and give it my best celebrity look.  Alas, it was only the imaginative thinking of a wishful youth - no one ever came a knocking telling me I was bound for fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my teen years I was convinced that if I could only meet Leif Garrett or Shaun Cassidy they would instantly fall in love and I would be their wife immediately. All it would take was just a glance and I would have their hearts forever. Much to my dismay, a chance encounter was never in the cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the years continued to roll on, I left behind the notion of becoming or marrying a star, and just became plain star struck.  Living in Southern California chance encounters can happen - often. I've seen "stars" at airports, shopping centers, restaurants, walking down the street, coming into a night club, even sitting outside a seedy bar in the early afternoon.  I use to play "star sighting" with a close friend of mine. Anytime we saw someone, we would excitedly call and leave each other a message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, what is it about celebrities that's so appealing to me? I like the whole facade of it all - the fantasy land that I believe they live in.  They seem to have it all, money, looks  -- how can they possibly have any problems what so ever when the world is bending over backwards to give them everything.   I mean, seriously, don't you look at Brad and Angelina and wonder what possibly could not be perfect with those two beautifully perfect people?? Do you really think they fart in front of each other, or quiet honestly even fart at all? I'm sure they never pick their nose, or chew with their mouth open, burp, have diarrhea, heck, I bet they don't have any offensive bodily functions at all. Maybe God created all who are destined to fame as a super race that genetically do not function as us mere mortals do.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I sincerely apologize to each and every one of you that I am part of the reason why celebrities are over paid and over hyped in our society. I know my fondness for the good, the bad and the ugly of stardom keeps the ball spinning and the ego's growing.  I need to start a 12 step program and rid myself of the desire to consume all things celebrity related -- I suppose admitting I have a problem is the first step!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, and, for the record, one glance would not have done the trick with Shaun Cassidy. Many many years ago I was having dinner at the House of Blues in Hollywood and wouldn't you know it, but Shaun was there having dinner celebrating his daughter's birthday with a bunch of young girls. Fate had stepped in, my opportunity was there, it was my moment to shine. I walked past his table, he glanced my way, I smile........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And he could have cared less.....   Oh well.....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8964371816151568569?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8964371816151568569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-what-i-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8964371816151568569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8964371816151568569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I Am What I Am....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4515309121084527680</id><published>2010-02-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:56:26.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll just have a blog with an ever changing background....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who needs words, you can just check in to see what my lay out for the day is!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or not.... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4515309121084527680?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4515309121084527680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4515309121084527680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4515309121084527680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe.html' title='Maybe....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-9091720174896801957</id><published>2010-02-14T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:09:47.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day Everyone!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-9091720174896801957?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/9091720174896801957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-v-day-everyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/9091720174896801957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/9091720174896801957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-v-day-everyone.html' title='Happy V Day Everyone!!!!'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-265084055968212198</id><published>2010-02-04T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:50:16.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG Thank You......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now that I have all that off my chest, I can wipe my hands of it and move forward....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you all for following my saga and your encouraging words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just a last tidbit - David owes us a pretty decent chunk of money. Since he is in default, we have a judgment that allows us to put a lien against him anytime during the next four years, and it will remain active if not paid for twenty. We haven't pursued it yet, cause basically, we do not have the money to do so. But all in good time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, onward to bigger and better topics.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-265084055968212198?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/265084055968212198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/265084055968212198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/265084055968212198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG Thank You......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6240045063830335103</id><published>2010-01-27T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:51:32.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Tieman and Tiemans Fusion Coffee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you think Jesus hated Judas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Part of what I'm struggling with now is - forgive me, I know this is a strong word - hate. As a christian we are not asked, nor is it suggested, its not even up for debate, we are commanded to love. 1John 4:21 "And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know Jesus understands completely what I'm going through. Jesus was betrayed by someone he called brother, Judas was part of his inner circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rick's relationship with David in the beginning was solid - they were connected at the hip, on the same page, on the phone almost every hour. From June until a conversation that took place in December, they were tight. In December Rick informed David we could no longer help him out financially, we had personally given David over that six month period thirty thousand dollars. I am not exaggerating when I say this, from that very point David did a 180. He became a completely different person, and his loyalty disappeared. The bible tells us that Judas betrayed Jesus for thirty coins - for us the betrayal began once we stopped at thirty coins. At this point David was no longer bound to Rick, but to the next two people who could help him out with his personal finances. We believe David began accepting money from two others, and from that point on, just as Judas did, he watched for any opportunity to betray my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who are these two other people you may ask. Rick and David had two outside independent sales contractors. One was a friend of my husband (lets refer to him as JS), the other was a woman my husband's friend was associated with. From the get go my husband did not trust this woman. From the get go we nicknamed her the Serpent, we knew she was bad news and nothing good was going to come from her. There were two different occasions that confirmed our belief they were providing David with money - the Serpent asked my husband for money because - in her words - she had lent money to David (who was out of town) and needed a check to cover an expense. When my husband questioned a check that David had wrote to JS, which on the memo said it was for commission but was too much money for it to be only for commission, David told my husband he had borrowed money from JS. So how much money did they put in his pocket, we don't know, but be it $50 or $5,000 David had now become indebted and loyal to JS and the Serpent. Loyalty to my husband as his partner had ceased, it was now all about "his team".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is no doubt that Judas had a love for money.  He betrayed for money. He also chastised Mary over an act of love and worship to Jesus because he deemed her gift a waste, stating the money could have been used to help the poor. John 12:6 states "he did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;***If you take a gander at the Tiemans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiemans.com/" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;webside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; in the About tab there is the "Our Causes" section. They state, and I quote, "For every cup, can or pack sold,  we give a piece back to these organizations" and they say they provide, and I quote, "We give 5% of our profits to these groups". First of all, the second group listed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.growthecure.org/" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;growthecure.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; is not even an organization. This is just an idea of David's, if you click on the website you will see there isn't even a website... As for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.awaytohelp.org/" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;awaytohelp.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; - absolutely valid, an awesome organization, however, the only monies ever given to them was when my husband was still a part of the company.  My educated guess is, there is no money being donated to any "causes", but it sure looks good on the About page doesn't it? And if the money is being funneled into growthecure, well, we know who's pocket that funnels to, don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At the end of Judas' story we find out "he was seized with remorse" and tried to give back the 30 coins stating "I have sinned, for I have betrayed innocent blood" Matthew 27:3-4. Somehow I don't think this is how our story will end, unfortunately I fear Proverbs 37:21 "the wicked borrow and never repay..". Judas also hung himself. Now of course I do not wish for any harm, I do not hate him that much, but a verse that God  gave to me on July 26, 2009 sticks with me "People with integrity have firm footing, but those who follow crooked paths will slip and fall" Proverbs 10:9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, do I really think Jesus hated Judas. Not at all. I believe that Jesus must have grieved considerably knowing that Judas - his brother - allowed his desires to place him in a position where Satan could manipulate him. I believe David allowed the Serpent to manipulate him, I believe David enjoys the praises of man over the praises of God, and I believe that David chooses to stay in the darkness convincing himself he is not the one who sinned. But that is just my belief. "I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind, to reward everyone according to their conduct, according to what their deeds deserve." Jeremiah 17:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am praying for God's strength to instill in me a forgiving heart. I am working on getting "rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of evil behavior. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you"  Ephesians 4:31-32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Through God's strength I believe someday I'll get there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;** Update: About 9 months after this posting, Tieman's finally removed their "Causes" portion on their website.&amp;nbsp; To date, David Tieman is 15 month delinquent on paying for the purchase of the company.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;**Update Update: It has now been 2 years since David Tieman of Tiemans Fusion Coffee was to pay us for our half of the company. We have not received a dime... The only words we have received from him was that he was making enough money from coffee that he had not needed to get a job. How nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*** Update Update Update: On September 17th 2011 David made it official that he never intends to pay for our half of the company. He filed for personal bankruptcy.&amp;nbsp; So it appears I was right ~ Proverbs 37:21...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="font-family: georgia; height: 36px; width: 336px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 3.5in;" width="336"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 3.5in;" width="336"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6240045063830335103?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6240045063830335103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiemans-fusion-coffee.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6240045063830335103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6240045063830335103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiemans-fusion-coffee.html' title='David Tieman and Tiemans Fusion Coffee....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7341941168640527819</id><published>2010-01-26T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:09:42.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.... July....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are you wondering what could have possibly taken place now??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The very next day after the mediation, the judge called our lawyer, ironically while my husband was on the phone with her. He told her in all his years he had never seen anything like what transpired the day prior - you go to mediation to avoid a lawsuit, not to serve one. He asked if he could give it another shot and try and mediate a settlement. Why would we disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Over the next several weeks, and way too many thousands of dollars later we came to a buy out agreement. David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; agreed to pay us within 45 days of signing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now six months past due on his fiduciary obligation.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not seen a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7341941168640527819?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7341941168640527819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-july.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7341941168640527819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7341941168640527819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-july.html' title='2009.... July....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2950325991225024753</id><published>2010-01-24T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:09:05.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.... Mediation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Luckily my kids and I were in Colorado the weeks leading up to and on the day of mediation, so my husband was able to concentrate on getting his stuff together, and the kids and I were occupied and away from all the stress. My girlfriend and I did some retail therapy to try and keep my mind off of what was going on at home, it seemed like eternity before I finally heard from my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally received a phone call  - everything was going great. David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; had told the judge that there was no way he wanted to stay in business with my husband and wanted to buy us out. Awesome - great news. They were on a lunch break, David's lawyer was getting paperwork drawn up, we were well on our way to parting ways, all was looking up, this nightmare was going to be over...  Or so we thought....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A little more insight into the character of David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt;. This mediation was set up so that Rick and his lawyer were in one room, David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; and and his lawyer were in another, and the judge bounced in between the two rooms. The two rooms that my husband and David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; were in happen to be across from each other and happened to be glass. Because my husband had nothing to hide from, nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear, he sat looking right at David's room. David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, sat with his back to my husband's room. Coward - plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway.... hours pass and I have not heard another word from my husband. It's about 6pm California time so I'm wondering why he hasn't called me or returned my calls. When I finally get a hold of him it was obvious all was not well. As typical with David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt;, key points to the buy out that were agreed upon prior to lunch where then changed to something completely different when they came back from lunch. When my husband and his lawyer disagreed with what came back, and the judge agreed that they were not the original terms, the judge went to speak with David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; and his legal counsel. David's lawyer then walked into my husband's room, slammed paperwork down on the desk and announced that he had been served. David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt;, three weeks prior to our mediation, had already filed a lawsuit against not only Rick, but against me as well. Because, well, fighting two lawsuits cost twice as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And this is my favorite part - David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; walked out of his room practically walking side ways to avoid any and all possibility of having eye contact with my husband - and trust me, Rick was trying with all his might to make eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coward....  Plain and simple....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2950325991225024753?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2950325991225024753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-mediation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2950325991225024753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2950325991225024753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-mediation.html' title='2009.... Mediation....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7699258069644464279</id><published>2010-01-23T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:06:51.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.... And The Saga Continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrighty, lets march forward with the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March, April and May..... Oh my my!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously trust became a HUGE issue, but as I stated, we were too far invested in this dream and my husband felt it was still possible to get things under control.  The problem we didn't really comprehend at that time is, "things" weren't out of control, people were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it would take me forever to fill in all the gaps, and because I don't want to bore you, I'll just say that everything continued to slide downhill. It would have its moments of looking promising, but then lack of character and lack of integrity would prove that things were not changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Memorial Day, 2009. This would be the last day my husband would have an actual conversation with his partner David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the sake of "the other side of the story", truth be told, by this time David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; had come to really dislike my husband. I would take a gander that if you talked to him he would tell you that my husband is selfish and has anger issues.  If not agreeing with or to everything your partner desires is selfish, if running a company with integrity and efficiently is selfish, then yes my husband is selfish. If getting frustrated with someone who can not be told he's incorrect, who does not like to be questioned about his actions, who makes decisions based on what he wants not what is right or best for the company, then yes, my husband was easily angered. Not to mention we had everything financially on the line. We were investing our funds into this company, we had everything monetary to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Memorial Day.... Tiemans Fusion Coffee was at an outside event serving coffee. I believe the straw that broke the camel's back occurred that day. My husband questioned David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; on a purchase that he had made and as I stated David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman &lt;/span&gt;does not like being questioned. I also believe at this point it had become David's opinion that he was ranked the superior partner who had the only right to make any and every decision - period.  They worked the event, went their separate ways, and then all communication from him stopped.  During that week we did receive a text message from him stating that he was sick, but he would not answer a phone call or email message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next several weeks, and still no communication with my husband, David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; started draining the company bank account. Once again, a substantial amount of the money was written to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we receive a phone call....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet him at his lawyer's office. We lawyer up, and a mediation date is set for July.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7699258069644464279?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7699258069644464279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-and-saga-continues.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7699258069644464279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7699258069644464279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-and-saga-continues.html' title='2009.... And The Saga Continues....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3635690367928118931</id><published>2010-01-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:15:44.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Additional Info.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Before I continue with the rest of '09, I want to give you a little bit more background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiemans Fusion Coffee was established in the summer of 2008. My husband and his partner shook hands one sunny day on the beach in San Clemente and decided to go forward into business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's business partner is my husband's cousins husband (follow that??!). In a nutshell, he's family. We spent every Saturday night together attending church and dinner afterward. They joined our church small group and were at our home every Wed. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm making is, our relationship was not only based on a social one because we are family, but we were also rooted in the same christian principals and values....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so we thought....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3635690367928118931?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3635690367928118931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-additional-info.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3635690367928118931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3635690367928118931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-additional-info.html' title='A Little Additional Info.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-757617424463299437</id><published>2010-01-21T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:04:34.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.... Continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;February continued with more crappiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After I returned from Colorado, and while I was still struggling with significant amounts of emotions, we received a phone call from the bank regarding our business account. It was overdrawn almost ten thousand dollars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As a reminder, my husband and his partner had started a coffee business in 2008.  My husband had fiduciary control, the only one with a check book and debit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course my husband called David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; immediately to find out what could possibly be going on. David &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tieman&lt;/span&gt; played stupid, stating he would "immediately" run to the bank to get a current statement and then "be right over". He said this for four days. My husband finally went to the bank himself and found out the truth we suspected all along, without our knowledge his partner ordered checks and a card from the bank and paid all his personal bills out of the company account for the month of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In a nutshell, he had two weeks to replace the money into the bank but, unfortunately for us, he was not able to do so. We had to borrow the money from my parents to prevent the bank from closing our account and  going forward with legal action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am forty three years old, can I tell you how much it sucked to go to my parents asking for money? And to be told by your partner, there was nothing wrong with what he did, he had to pay his bills!! I tell my children all the time, if you have to hide it, IT'S WRONG, plain and simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At that point, we should have taking a long hard look at the situation and looked for an exit strategy, but we were too emotionally and financially invested to see the true character of who we were in business with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-757617424463299437?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/757617424463299437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-continued.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/757617424463299437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/757617424463299437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-continued.html' title='2009.... Continued....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7725190574310165146</id><published>2010-01-20T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:52:37.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last year was just plain crappy....  It all began in February....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My two best friends in the whole world, Steve and Cindy moved from California to Colorado five years ago. My relationship with them began with Steve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I met Steve when I was 18 years old working in corporate America, he was a vendor and I coordinated his work.  We clicked and became fast "work" friends. He married Cindy and she ended up getting a job in the department I worked in , we became close friends right away. Our work relationship soon became a personal relationship as Cindy and I quickly became best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I ended up leaving that job and actually went to work for Steve. I was his right hand "wo"man for 14 years. Steve sold his business and they moved to Colorado. That was one of the saddest days of my life, watching my friends who I spent so much time with, pull away to begin a new life so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have spent two to three weeks together every summer since they've moved - Colorado has become our second home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, that brings us to February 13th, 2009, when I received a phone call that spun my world. My friend, whom I loved so much, had taken his life. The day before Valentines day, my friend chose to leave his wife and daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I flew out to Colorado as quickly as I could and I spent the following week assisting my girlfriend with all that needed to be handled. Making arrangements to have a body dealt with and death certificates issued is tragic, but under these circumstances it was just plain wrong.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been almost a year now and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about Steve, be it a good thought or an angry one. I don't know that I will ever forgive him for being so selfish, for leaving his wife and child, his family, his friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss my friend.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7725190574310165146?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7725190574310165146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7725190574310165146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7725190574310165146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7262352705631905444</id><published>2010-01-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:36:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Truth Hurts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:11px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cleaning   Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I   asked the Lord to tell  me&lt;br /&gt;Why my house is  such a  mess.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I'd   been  'computering',&lt;br /&gt;And I had to answer  'yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He   told me to get off my  fanny&lt;br /&gt;And tidy up the  house.&lt;br /&gt;And so I started   cleaning  up...&lt;br /&gt;The smudges off my  mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I   wiped and shined the  topside.&lt;br /&gt;That really did the  trick...&lt;br /&gt;I was just  admiring  my  work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I   didn't mean to 'click.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe tabindex="5" style="display: block; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But   click, I did, and oops I found&lt;br /&gt;A real  absorbing site.&lt;br /&gt;That I got SO way  into  it.&lt;br /&gt;I was into it all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's  changed except my  mouse&lt;br /&gt;It's very, very  shiny.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my house will stay a   mess....&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here on my  hiney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7262352705631905444?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7262352705631905444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-truth-hurts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7262352705631905444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7262352705631905444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-truth-hurts.html' title='Oh The Truth Hurts.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2909482436139859012</id><published>2010-01-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:29:49.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Want To Share.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I get bored easily, and I can guarantee you my background will change often. I came across this website, so cool, thought I'd share.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://template-mama-freebloggertemplates.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://template-mama-freebloggertemplates.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2909482436139859012?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2909482436139859012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-want-to-share.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2909482436139859012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2909482436139859012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-want-to-share.html' title='Just Want To Share.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4163837360784534319</id><published>2010-01-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:03:16.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Were you wondering if I ever came back from Palm Springs???!!! Believe me, with the year I've had, I thought about going and never coming back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is going to be better, it just has to be. Over the next few days, or weeks, or whenever I have the time to sit and put my thoughts down, I'll share with you my experiences. For right now I'll simply state, "I'm Back" and we'll see where it takes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the many blogs I've followed, thank you for keeping me in the loop with your lives. I've been entertained and inspired - I've cried a little and laughed a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this year out with a ten mile run, which was a big surprise to me that I could even do! I've done nothing more then six miles on the "mill" at the gym, so doing ten, averaging a 9.09 pace was a great way to start out the year. Not to mention I ran with one of my best girlie friends and we were able to get a lot of our words out (well, in all honesty, she got her words out, I managed a few "uh huhs" in between heavy gasps for air!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to a much better 2010 then 2009 was, and catching you guys up on the happenings in my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4163837360784534319?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4163837360784534319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4163837360784534319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4163837360784534319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-496426031952845848</id><published>2009-06-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:33:06.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To Palm Springs with the girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't tell you how badly I need this, life continues to be a bit challenging - but I rejoice in knowing God is on my side....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So.. I'm off to outlet shop, sit poolside, have girlie talk, and enjoy a few days of leaving my cares behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-496426031952845848?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/496426031952845848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-off.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/496426031952845848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/496426031952845848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m Off...'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-572230087500187338</id><published>2009-05-25T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:58:45.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Freedom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Came at such a high price, and unfortunately continues to cost lives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A mere thank you will never be enough to show the gratitude I have for those who choose to serve in our armed forces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;God bless America - and those who pledge their lives to fight for it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-572230087500187338?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/572230087500187338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-freedom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/572230087500187338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/572230087500187338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-freedom.html' title='Our Freedom....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2330094067785082200</id><published>2009-05-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:40:19.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing All You Mama's Out There....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A wonderfully beautiful day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2330094067785082200?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2330094067785082200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishing-all-you-mamas-out-there.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2330094067785082200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2330094067785082200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/05/wishing-all-you-mamas-out-there.html' title='Wishing All You Mama&apos;s Out There....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2944253405680780632</id><published>2009-04-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:49:30.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://tattoosandteethingrings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tattoos and Teething Rings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm taking my own stab at eight things.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8 Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Summer break - I look forward to no homework for the kids, days of sitting at the beach, and basically no structure in our lives for three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Our annual trip to Colorado to spend a few weeks with our best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; My weekend trip with just the girls to Palm Springs the first weekend in June - lying by the pool and outlet shopping, does it get any better??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A get away with my hubby - although I don't know when money will permit. Maybe we need to settle for a weekend with the kids at grandma's and having the house to ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A new car - again, don't know when money will permit, but I'm done with the minivan, and it is 11 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting my hair cut and colored -- it needs it (again that darn money permitting thing)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Having an income generated from our business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spending eternity in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8 Things I did Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Get up way to0 early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Walked my daughter into school and made sure my son had arrived (first time walking to school by himself with his best friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Attended my bible study leaders meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Spent a little too long surfing the web &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Picked up kids from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Made sure homework was completed and baseball uniform was washed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Made pizzas for dinner, pepperoni for the kids and buffalo chicken for my husband and I (yummm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Watched my son's baseball game (and darn if it wasn't freezing cold at 7:00 last night).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sing BEAUTIFULLY instead of just making a joyful noise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ditto Tat - I wish I could do sign language as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Spend money on clothes anytime I want - I know this is rather shallow, but I just love clothes, and I never buy full price. I'm a huge clearance, sale shopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Buy my husband a new car (yup, its that money permitting thing), but I'd really like to buy him something frivolous since he's the one in the family that always puts himself and his desires last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Take vacations more often. I'd love for my family to vacation during Christmas/Easter breaks, long trips somewhere during the summer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Find the cure for cancer and HIV - they suck....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find contentment in ALL things everyday of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Tithe 90% and live off of 10%....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 TV Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;The office&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;30 Rock&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Any of the Housewives Shows (OC, NY, AT, but not the new one - I know, you're asking why ANY of them to begin with)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;Most anything on the Food Network if it catches my fancy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Project Runway&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Top Chef&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Rock of Love (yeah, I know, this is pretty skanky, but it takes me back to my rocker chick 80's days)...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;Too many Disney/Nickelodeon shows to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6402881020819725180-2944253405680780632?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2944253405680780632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/eight-things.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2944253405680780632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2944253405680780632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8090179413260530431</id><published>2009-04-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:39:59.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss California.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was asked a question, she answered it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She DID NOT lie, she answered how SHE felt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In my book she is a winner, not because of what she believes in, but for standing on HER moral ground, speaking what SHE believes, and sticking to it --- at the cost of the crown....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And the crown should go to.....  Miss California!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the crowd goes crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8090179413260530431?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8090179413260530431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-california.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8090179413260530431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8090179413260530431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-california.html' title='Miss California.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5109793065983425447</id><published>2009-04-19T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:17:07.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Level....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I often wonder why I can't be comfortable in my own skin.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I mean, I like who I am on the inside.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But, why is it my perception of the outside can be so off????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel really uncomfortable giving actual numbers, but, I'm going to do so just to confirm how crazy I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In high school I was small, probably around the 110 range. Once I entered the work place my weight slowly crept up to about 120/125, but it was fairly easy to maintain that weight. At one point in my mid twenties, and in a very unhappy relationship, my weight reached 160. I went on Nutri Systems and quickly took it off. I then maintained 120 until after my second child. After Emma was born I ate because I was so overwhelmed with two kids 18 months apart. For about five years I probably wieghed about 140. Then I started running and the weight came off. Again, It became easy to maintain a weight somewhere in the 120/125 range. Since February, when my life flipped a bit around with the death of my friend and the stress of our business, my weight has dropped to the 114 range....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here is the point to all this.... I still view my body as if I weigh so much more then I do.  I'm wearing a size that I've always said "Of course that's cute, anything that size is cute"... and yet I can't really "SEE" myself at this weight/size. My minds eye still see's whatever the heck it sees...  It's crazy - I know. I could never be anorexic because I love to eat too much, but I do see how they can get such a warped sense of self image. I'm sure if I lost another five pounds, I'd still see myself the same way....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5109793065983425447?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5109793065983425447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort-level.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5109793065983425447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5109793065983425447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort-level.html' title='Comfort Level....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8438986610966769388</id><published>2009-04-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:08:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He Is Risen!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8438986610966769388?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8438986610966769388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8438986610966769388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8438986610966769388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!!'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7029371126122395080</id><published>2009-04-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:49:56.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idea of Greatness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Doug Fields in his book "Refuel" put into words so wonderfully my goal for my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I grow older, my desire for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; something great has decreased. Now, it's more about  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; great inwardly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have a great character and let the actions of my life overflow from that depth.&lt;/span&gt; Nowadays I want to be a great friend, a great parent, and a great lover of life. I want to be skilled at showing compassion, celebrated for kindness, and adept at loving God and living for Him both at church &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when you hear the word greatness, you equate it with having your dream job and lots of money, vacations in the south of France, and an ice cream maker within arm's reach of your bathtub. Okay, but I'd love to point you in the direction of actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;developing&lt;/span&gt; greatness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something that's measured by your life and character&lt;/span&gt; rather then your status, stuff, and savings. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my book, character is everything, it says everything about you.... and unfortunately, so many people these days are lacking true character. They are swayed by the wind, by the mighty dollar, by whatever brings them what they want. Their beliefs and morals are easily tossed aside if what they gain puts them one step closer to what they want. I pray I can instill into my children, it's not what you have, it's what you are about. It's sticking to your word, beliefs, morals, at all costs.... that is true character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7029371126122395080?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7029371126122395080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-idea-of-greatness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7029371126122395080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7029371126122395080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-idea-of-greatness.html' title='My Idea of Greatness...'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7760967330453831737</id><published>2009-03-09T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:42:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Life has been so crazy that, although I've followed your blogs, I just have not had the mental energy to tackle mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've had things to write about, such as my husband telling me I'm getting - get this - "too thin"... I think his comment came more from worry that the weight loss has come from stress and not because of better eating and more working out.  Now, his reason is because, so male of him to say this, my boobs are getting smaller, and he likes them fuller...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I wanted to say thank you to each of you for entertaining me with your well written posts, adding laughter, thought, wisdom and sometimes just an escape from the "stuff" that life brings. Hopefully soon I'll be motivated to sit down and write, instead of just read....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7760967330453831737?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7760967330453831737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7760967330453831737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7760967330453831737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-2785467585132335282</id><published>2009-02-28T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:41:15.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Guys Rock......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SaofYhd9iTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AJKp33q0bjc/s1600-h/bloggingpurposeaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SaofYhd9iTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AJKp33q0bjc/s200/bloggingpurposeaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089616970910002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you to those of you who nominated me for this wonderful award! I know I have work to do with it, by passing it on to others, I promise I'll do that another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-2785467585132335282?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/2785467585132335282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-guys-rock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2785467585132335282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/2785467585132335282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-guys-rock.html' title='You Guys Rock......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SaofYhd9iTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AJKp33q0bjc/s72-c/bloggingpurposeaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7836923947566171866</id><published>2009-02-28T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:15:31.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In, Breathe Out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life has thrown some major curve balls as of late. Last week I was in Colorado to be with a friend who suddenly, and very tragically, lost her husband.  They are our best friends, we vacation with them every year. Her husband was like my kids second dad.  He left a twelve year old daughter without a daddy....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to leaving my friend since high school, who's family was my second family, just found out her ten year old nephew was diagnosed with Leukemia. My neighbor just informed us she's been diagnosed with breast cancer and is having a double mastectomy on Wed. Another friend was just laid off from her job of thirteen years. Starting a business in this economy is of course so much fun, and money is becoming non existent for us. I could go on - and on - and 0n.  I think just about everyone I know is having some sort of hardship.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it off,  today as I sat waiting for a light to turn green, I watched as a car full of teenage kids threw a drink at an elderly man standing on the medium waiting to walk across the street. These kids were in a forty thousand dollar car, laughing as they drove past.  I just feel like there is very little good left in the world. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admit I'm in my own little pity party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith I'm holding on, but my soul is tired, beaten down, disappointed, angry, frustrated, sad...... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful my kids are healthy, we still have a roof over our head, there is food in the cupboards, there is love in my house...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your blessings, help me to see that there is still goodness out in the big world of ours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7836923947566171866?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7836923947566171866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/breath-in-breath-out.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7836923947566171866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7836923947566171866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/breath-in-breath-out.html' title='Breathe In, Breathe Out.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8651130764225031867</id><published>2009-02-11T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:33:35.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is It......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That it's ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to have a J Lo butt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNXvqW1MgI/AAAAAAAAADc/UUOUh-nPMNo/s1600-h/jlobutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNXvqW1MgI/AAAAAAAAADc/UUOUh-nPMNo/s200/jlobutt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301677662680723970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;But not ok to have John Goodman's Abs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNX-nVj7CI/AAAAAAAAADk/qcy5ja8Lcqw/s1600-h/johngood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNX-nVj7CI/AAAAAAAAADk/qcy5ja8Lcqw/s200/johngood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301677919568129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That Jessica Simpson is "normal" when she looks like this.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNYV1HyUPI/AAAAAAAAADs/hA7Bo9_kuZI/s1600-h/jessica-simpson-joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNYV1HyUPI/AAAAAAAAADs/hA7Bo9_kuZI/s200/jessica-simpson-joey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678318405439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But "Fat" when she looks like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNYpkhrS3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/V0Y_y7rZTCQ/s1600-h/simpson-fat-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNYpkhrS3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/V0Y_y7rZTCQ/s200/simpson-fat-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678657548012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And isn't it ironic that the same celebrities that came to her defense saying she looks great, would quickly be starving themselves if the pictures were of them????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And why does Oprah call this thin.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNdkJ6-pSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btUWkvWZXYg/s1600-h/Oprah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNdkJ6-pSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btUWkvWZXYg/s200/Oprah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684062065173794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And this fat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNdzEcrXDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R1ZFLCeOiNM/s1600-h/oprah-winfrey-emmy-awards-450a092208%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNdzEcrXDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R1ZFLCeOiNM/s200/oprah-winfrey-emmy-awards-450a092208%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684318293941298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why not just "beautiful" (and I don't even like Oprah)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And swimsuit models.... seriously.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNfO65nnGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RL2h06uNfTU/s1600-h/24vu2ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNfO65nnGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RL2h06uNfTU/s200/24vu2ko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301685896278940770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you think they ever really eat??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8651130764225031867?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8651130764225031867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-it.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8651130764225031867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8651130764225031867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-it.html' title='Why Is It......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SZNXvqW1MgI/AAAAAAAAADc/UUOUh-nPMNo/s72-c/jlobutt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-824854409713842355</id><published>2009-02-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:21:00.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm, Coffee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; coffee....  I start thinking about my morning cup the night before - crazy isn't it?? My husband has stated on more then one occasion that I don't drink coffee, I drink a milk shake. I admit it, I enjoy the flavored creamers, and yes, my coffee is more creamer color then coffee colored, but yummmm, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; my coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-824854409713842355?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/824854409713842355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmmm-coffee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/824854409713842355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/824854409713842355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmmm-coffee.html' title='Mmmmm, Coffee....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3275619240606054333</id><published>2009-02-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:48:57.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiner Party of One....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Started my run in the afternoon heat - NEVER fun... half way into it, side ache began, oh, now the back is starting to ache.... ugh... first run of the month, not so good.... Goal was six, wanted to complete at least three (once I started), ended up running about two and a half miles, walked about a half.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At least I moved... tomorrow's another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3275619240606054333?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3275619240606054333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/whiner-party-of-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3275619240606054333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3275619240606054333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/02/whiner-party-of-one.html' title='Whiner Party of One....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-7813119993413249313</id><published>2009-01-30T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:26:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Did I Do.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or should I say, how am I doing....  It's the end of January (well, almost).. Time to reflect on my "Improvements".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My first priority was to spend time with my kids each night before they go to bed. I've been spending at least 15 minutes with each Sunday through Thursday (basically "school" nights). This has made a tremendous change in my daughter. She is what I describe as my cat - Everything is on her terms. Since spending this time with her, I have seen a huge change in her affection towards me. It's only taking me nine years to realize she really needs my undivided time. My son, he's my affectionate one, he just loves spending time with mom. It saddens me that I didn't start this from the very beginning of their little lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Spending time with my husband. My goal was to have two date nights a month. This Saturday we will have our third. One of our nights was celebrating a friends MBA, so we didn't really spend much time together - you know, girls chatting with the girls, guys doing the same, but we were out without kids nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Family Days - we've had two Sunday's this month that were dedicated only to family.  My son starts baseball this week and will have a practice every Sunday, so this is going to take some planning ahead to ensure we still get our family time in. This is what seems to happen, we allow life to change our priorities, rather then making our priorities come first in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Self improvements. I did get the holiday weight off, and maybe an extra pound or two. I have been eating better, although until I can figure out which tooth is my sweet tooth and have it removed, I'm still gonna have a cookie or two, or three, or six.... My running hasn't been what I've wanted, but you know that already. That will change. I also wanted to add more strength training in, for firmer arms and shoulders. Although the total body gym is up against the wall in my bedroom, I still haven't worked it into my routine. My husband does it at times not convenient for me, or day's I've already done a class. I'll try and make that a priority this month as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I haven't done too bad. The two improvements that mean the most, time with my kids and husband, have been the easiest and most successful, as well as the most rewarding.  The rest is just icing on the cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-7813119993413249313?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/7813119993413249313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-did-i-do.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7813119993413249313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/7813119993413249313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-did-i-do.html' title='So How Did I Do.......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4037005384865272478</id><published>2009-01-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:48:03.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Miles Logged......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This month I logged 24.11 running miles... ummmm.... I use to do that in a week (ok, so it's been a while since I've logged that many in a week, but that use to be my norm)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A bit disappointing mentally, but, I suppose I have my reasons -- or excuses -- which ever you choose to call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I started off the first week of January with a bang, and then I caught a head cold. The kind that keeps you up at night, zaps your energy... About the same time, some major stress hit our lives. Nothing like a death, but, as I said before, the kind of stress that makes your stomach nauseous, so lack of food intake, being emotionally wiped out, running just wasn't the priority. The kids have had a few days of no school Mondays, always a bit harder when kids are around... the list could go on, but it wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now that January, and hopefully everything it entailed is behind me, February starts with a whole new head space. I'm back to my goal of at least 21 miles a week. I wont beat myself up if I don't attain it, but I hope I get way closer then I did this past month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4037005384865272478?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4037005384865272478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-miles-logged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4037005384865272478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4037005384865272478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-miles-logged.html' title='Total Miles Logged......'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-1581677043740224361</id><published>2009-01-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:57:30.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whew....... I needed to let that out. I'm on one of those eating binges, the kind where nothing you put in your mouth satisfies the hunger in your gut, and it's driving me crazy!! This house hold has had WAY too much stress inside it's four walls the past few weeks. The kind of stress that makes you sick to the stomach, so you don't really eat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The stress is finally starting to settle a bit, good thing...  Bad thing, my body wants to make up for the lack of food it's received over the past 14 days or so.... I'm trying to keep the intake good - started out with a fiber one muffin and coffee, on to yogurt a banana and half a turkey sandwich, sweet tooth kicked in so I tried to calm it with a handful of granola... however... I've since moved on to a lunch sized bag of cheetos, another muffin and a handful of chips with salsa. I'm trying to down water, but that doesn't do a thing for me. I'm getting ready to make dinner, so hopefully a meal of salisbury steak, roasted cauliflower, mashed potatoes will end the hunger, but darn if those oreos aren't calling my name.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-1581677043740224361?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/1581677043740224361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1581677043740224361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/1581677043740224361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3265722574952023140</id><published>2009-01-24T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:47:59.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admittedly.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm a half asser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I grow tired of doing things. I start at one end of my kitchen counter with gusto, but by the time I get to the other end, I don't move things any longer, I just sorta clean around them.... I wash the clothes, then fold them, but most of the time they just sit in the basket until I need the darn thing, then I finally put them away... Oh and dusting... yeah...... I go as long as I can dusting around the nick nacks, and don't even ask about my blinds, luckily not too many people are in the house at the time when the sun hits them just right and you can see the layer of dust.... Don't get me wrong, my house is clean, just half ass clean....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3265722574952023140?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3265722574952023140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/admittedly.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3265722574952023140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3265722574952023140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/admittedly.html' title='Admittedly.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-3349529648981537398</id><published>2009-01-24T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:52:26.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have a tendency to get bored with things and want to change them up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What about this new layout? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't be surprised if it changes...  and changes...  and changes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-3349529648981537398?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/3349529648981537398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3349529648981537398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/3349529648981537398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-4773841492871609393</id><published>2009-01-24T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:26:17.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My pastor said the following at the end of his service a few weeks back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope does not come from a man in the white house, but from the man who hung on the cross....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need hope....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-4773841492871609393?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/4773841492871609393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4773841492871609393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/4773841492871609393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope.html' title='Hope....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-6589972428659092260</id><published>2009-01-21T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:22:47.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Times are tough.... for everyone... I've been trying to figure out places I can cut back. I'm pretty darn close to cutting the cable for the tv off. We don't need it, we might miss it, but we don't need it. We're not a family of extravagance, so I don't have a list of things I can cut out to lower our monthly expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But there is one thing I'm struggling with......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My gym membership.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I signed up last June, they had a deal I couldn't pass up - $30.00 a month, no contract, my kids are free. I take a class 2 days a week, and two of my girlfriends are there most days - working out with others is always so much easier. I've also really come to enjoy having a choice to run inside or outside depending on the weather. I like my membership.  I really like it..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The question is, do I really need it? For years I would tell everyone I have the  perfect gym in the outdoors, why do I need to pay to exercise?! But now that I have the perfect indoor gym that gives me a total body work out two days a week, why would I want to stop that? I don't like when my "things" have a hold on me, I should be stronger then that, but this is really holding on tight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-6589972428659092260?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/6589972428659092260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/contemplating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6589972428659092260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/6589972428659092260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-199356022300346530</id><published>2009-01-15T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:26:04.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember when I was 18, a girl I worked with was 26 and had a sudden break up with her long time boyfriend. I remember thinking, wow, she's really old, she's never going to get married. Fast forward 8 years, and I was that 26 year old girl breaking up with my long time boyfriend, but thankfully I had matured enough to realize there was still hope for a future husband.  I did have a mid life crisis right before I turned 29. I was dating the man who would become my husband, I remember vividly babbling on and on to him one night at dinner about getting married, having kids, buying mini vans --- I felt like time was running out. Luckily I didn't scare him off, he proposed soon after... My thirties were spent becoming a wife, homeowner, mother of two, and all that entails. Funny thing, forty never bothered me, it came and went, just another birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't it funny that a number seems so "old" until we start creeping up to it??!! Fifty seemed old when I was in my early thirties. Now that I'm into my forties, fifty isn't old at all, heck you're still a spring chicken (sixty however, that sounds old......)!!! My question is, at what point in time, if ever, do I get to exhale? And what I mean by that, do I ever get to stop being concerned with the size of my pants, the lines on my face, the calories I've taking in but haven't done anything to work off...... the list could go on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you asked me who I want to be when I grow up, this women always comes to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SW_EWJGcq_I/AAAAAAAAADE/6MJa_0USqdY/s1600-h/pauladeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SW_EWJGcq_I/AAAAAAAAADE/6MJa_0USqdY/s200/pauladeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291663971862752242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just love Paula's demeanor - she seems very comfortable in her skin. Obviously I'm going strictly off of her TV persona since I do not know her personally, but I hope someday to get to a place in life where adding butter and mayo to everything doesn't make me avoid the recipe. I would love to feel so comfortable in my skin that I could joyfully tell others the reason I carry a few extra pounds is because the fullness of my face takes away the lines.  I want to have my cake, and eat the entire thing too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've lived most of my adult life trying to figure out when I'm most comfortable in my skin, and unfortunately, I'm the most comfortable when I feel I'm thin. But what is the definition of "thin" because when I'm "thin" I always want to be "thinner". Its a vicious cycle and one that I hope some day I can come to peace with. And become more like Paula Dean.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-199356022300346530?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/199356022300346530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/aging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/199356022300346530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/199356022300346530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/aging.html' title='Aging....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0TWwzs_t0M/SW_EWJGcq_I/AAAAAAAAADE/6MJa_0USqdY/s72-c/pauladeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-5826337223558270054</id><published>2009-01-15T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:00:22.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidelined.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some unexpected, out of left field, life stress hit us on Friday (not fun). I also started battling a head cold at the same time (really not fun). Needless to say, since Friday night I have been both mentally and physically out of commission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Monday it was all I could do to function. When I woke up Sunday night at 12:30 am my husband decided I needed to help him talk through this "thing" that transpired. At 3am my son let us know we now had him up. Then the wind picked up, alarms were going off, not much sleep transpired after 3am. I decided there was no way I could put my body through any kind of run. Although I did get a drug induced sleep Tuesday night, I was still too physically drained to run. Wednesday I did do my class, then walked 2 miles on the treadmill. Today, still not feeling up to speed, I decided to do a four mile route that was mostly down hill for 2 miles but then of course uphill for 2. I ran today maybe a mile total. My body was clammy most of the run/walk (not from the heat mind you), but once I was done, I was glad I got out and moved. Helped me both physically and mentally. I have my usual class tomorrow, but I'm planning to get in a three mile run prior with a friend (hopefully I wont pass out on her)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm really hoping by next Monday the cold is past (although I sit here with a sore throat, please no relapse....) because I really loved logging in my miles last week. It's been a while since I ran that many miles in a week, and it mentally felt great....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-5826337223558270054?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/5826337223558270054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidelined.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5826337223558270054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/5826337223558270054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidelined.html' title='Sidelined.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402881020819725180.post-8487690496636834453</id><published>2009-01-15T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:44:48.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Prayer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I pray the Lord my shape to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please no wrinkles, please no bags,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And please lift my butt before it sags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please no age spots, please no gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And as for my belly, please take it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please keep me healthy, please keep me young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh.. And thank you Dear Lord, for all that you've done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, thought that was too cute not too pass along!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402881020819725180-8487690496636834453?l=fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/feeds/8487690496636834453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-prayer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8487690496636834453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402881020819725180/posts/default/8487690496636834453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortysomethingandcounting.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-prayer.html' title='My Little Prayer.....'/><author><name>thrasherswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542801339498537351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3tIj9TlpcY/TXXCm3kos3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIB-H_RIqJQ/s220/rickdawn2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
