<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626</id><updated>2008-05-01T10:57:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Insanity Written in a Blog</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>543</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-5912177875801904543</id><published>2007-09-30T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:06:47.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs Campaign. (music by Sick Puppies.net album out)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please take a few minutes to watch this video. Tell me what it made you think and how it made you feel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freehugscampaign.org/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#5912177875801904543' title='Free Hugs Campaign. (music by Sick Puppies.net album out)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=5912177875801904543' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/5912177875801904543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5912177875801904543'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/5912177875801904543'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-2167471016421189927</id><published>2007-09-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:58:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am trying so hard to be a good mom. I am trying not to cover my ears and yell but I am about to lose it. My son has started band this year and he got a bell kit to help him learn to read drum music. There is only so many times you can hear Hot Cross Buns before you go insane. It is really loud and high pitched and sharp sounding. Arrrrrrr! Help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also got it into my head to put the oven on self cleaning this morning because next week is Thanksgiving. I had to open the doors and windows and now it not only smells from the oven being on it is very cold as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am cranky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update - The day is about over and I ended up making a roast beef dinner. It was so yummy! Roasted potatoes and carrots with peas and corn. And gravy. Lots and lots of gravy. Then Blueberry pie with french vanilla ice cream for dessert. Ahhh. Nothing a like an autumn day with a roast in the oven. It may be pouring rain with the wind blowing outside but it is plenty warm and cozy inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#2167471016421189927' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=2167471016421189927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2167471016421189927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2167471016421189927'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/2167471016421189927'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-3117481361118704109</id><published>2007-09-16T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:18:10.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Ru1zIDNvMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AhviHc0N1aI/s1600-h/PD-000150-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110867734274453938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Ru1zIDNvMbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AhviHc0N1aI/s320/PD-000150-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;THE CAT CAME BACK! It &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; the very next day but 15 days. He showed up on my patio disoriented, filthy and a few pounds thinner but he is home safe and sound. He has not left my side since he came home which is very unusual for him. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; cat that likes his space. He didn't even mind the bath I gave him to get all the dirt off! So, I wonder where he was and what he was doing for the last 15 days. I asked him but he refuses to comment. He just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; grateful to be home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#3117481361118704109' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=3117481361118704109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3117481361118704109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3117481361118704109'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/3117481361118704109'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-910342393388386469</id><published>2007-09-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:28:04.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RuMTKl0EofI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YQNkfVFpq48/s1600-h/NORBERT.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107947475038413298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RuMTKl0EofI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YQNkfVFpq48/s320/NORBERT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Cat aka Norbert. The cat at the top of my blog officially escaped and has been gone for over a week now. I have put up dozens of posters, put ads in papers and online and he is nowhere to be seen or heard of. We miss him so much. He literally just vanished. We got him as a kitten and he has never been outside before even though he tried daily to get out. We live close to a highway so letting him out was never an option. Anyway, he is gone. I keep hoping he is going to turn up but today I packed up his food dishes and litter box. Maybe he will turn up still. I miss that evil cat. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#910342393388386469' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=910342393388386469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/910342393388386469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/910342393388386469'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/910342393388386469'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-7576940681858361494</id><published>2007-08-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:30:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rtel9V0EoeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2njvmXxHNpE/s1600-h/threeeyebrows.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104731175893901794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rtel9V0EoeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2njvmXxHNpE/s320/threeeyebrows.bmp" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I have always had a knack for screwing things up. They are usually minor things and tonight is no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I started waxing my own eyebrows several years ago. I have never had a problem other than not waxing enough. They have always come out just as well or sometimes even nicer than going to an esthetician. It also doesn't hurt as much and it costs next to nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Well tonight, I screwed up. I um...&lt;em&gt;over-waxed&lt;/em&gt; an area and now I have three eyebrows. It is awful. One eyebrow has a hunk missing out of it. I now have to walk around like this! I have long bangs and I wear glasses but it is still very noticeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am going to have to draw on the rest of my deleted eyebrow but I don't have an eyebrow pencil. I am going to have to use a &lt;a href="http://www.listen-up.org/kitty/beads/tea/sharpie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brown Sharpie Marker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#7576940681858361494' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=7576940681858361494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7576940681858361494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7576940681858361494'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/7576940681858361494'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1805865802236748891</id><published>2007-08-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:10:47.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A New Post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rsp2VV0EodI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZwoHbJowpMI/s1600-h/nobody+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101019636955390418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rsp2VV0EodI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZwoHbJowpMI/s320/nobody+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I would take the time to post something for the first time in over 2 months. I have been reading your blogs but I have been not doing anything worth posting about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still working at my new job. It is ok. You know. Work's work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still seeing John (not his real name). We have been together almost 6 months now. It has gone by so fast and yet it seems we have been together for always. Today he surprised me with a dozen roses. 10 red and one pink and one white. I was wowified.We are both very much in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remodelling right now and everything is in a huge mess. I mean it. Stuff everywhere. I am hoping to finish painting my bathroom tomorrow but anyone who has ever painted knows it always needs more work and more coats and more touch-ups!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kidlets are great. Norbert (the cat on the header at the top of my blog) continues his reign of evil. He becomes more evil everyday. He enjoys jumping on my stomach while I sleep and making vain attempts to escape to the outside world. He enjoys attacking feet and darting in front of me in the middle of the night if I get up. His purpose is to kill me. Yes, I may kick him accidentally and hurt him but he feels it is worth it for a greater purpose. He could eat for weeks if he manages to kill me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather has been &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. The worst summer I ever remember. We have had 3 hot days and that was it. Global warming. It is a scary thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the thought of global warming I have made some small attempts to make my footprint smaller. We are no longer accepting plastic bags at the grocery store. In the USA alone , they are going through one million bags a minute. Those bags will never go away. They will never decompose. We have also stopped using all cleaners with the exception of vinegar, borax, salt, baking soda, lemon juice, washing soda and occasionally ammonia. I don't even use dishwasher detergent anymore. We have been using a mix of half borax and half washing soda. It actually cleans better than any other detergent I have tried. For laundry I use an environmentally friendly soap and also no longer use any shampoo or conditioners that harm the environment. (From a place called the Soap Exchange). In addition we have always recycled everything. There are such small steps but it makes a difference!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom is finished chemotherapy and had her first follow-up visit today and had a clear scan. Very good news. She goes back in three months. Praying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1805865802236748891' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1805865802236748891' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1805865802236748891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1805865802236748891'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1805865802236748891'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-6388275843530917214</id><published>2007-06-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:50:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rmt16BbTHJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EP02CKwsdfg/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074279044838792338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rmt16BbTHJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EP02CKwsdfg/s320/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had enough. As I said in my last post I am working 45 hours a week and going to school in the evenings. In addition, my mom is still battling cancer and is going through more rounds of chemotherapy. Right now her hemoglobin is so low she has been forbidden to even be around family. Life with my children as always is very, very busy. Life with John (not his real name) continues to move forward and we fall in love more everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging used to be therapeutic. Now it just exhausts me to even think about posting. I am NOT deleting my blog as Insanity Written in a Blog is my home. But, I have to stop. You all likely know I have been having problems with my heart that are stress related and I have been having symptoms again. I need to slow down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me very sad to think about losing the friendships I have gained here so I will continue to visit all of you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are three of you that I have come to know outside of blogging. You have been a very special part of my support system and I doubt you know just how much you mean to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are three of the most fabulous women I have had the honour of meeting through blogging. I will be emailing you to you posted of what is going on. You are all women of strength and courage. You inspire me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So for now. I am leaving. Forever? Maybe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for being part of My Insanity Written in a Blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(((hugs)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Another turning point;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;So make the best of this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It's not a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but a lesson learned in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;So take the photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and still frames in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hang it on a shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;In good health and good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Tattoos of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and dead skin on trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;For what it's worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;it was worth all the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but in the end it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;.I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#6388275843530917214' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=6388275843530917214' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6388275843530917214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6388275843530917214'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/6388275843530917214'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-2545711217102572490</id><published>2007-05-28T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:04:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rluz4thsp-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TRvb362uP-8/s1600-h/receptionist.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069843592410605538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rluz4thsp-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TRvb362uP-8/s320/receptionist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;My attempts at blogging on a regular basis are failing. Even now I am just sitting down for a moment to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;After 3 years I decided to pack it in at my job as I was going nowhere. I gave my notice and started a new job working in the health care field. It is Monday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; 8:30 - 5:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am also taking night school classes from 6:00 - 8:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am trying to work in a meal or two, laundry, dishes, housework and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; time with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;No time right now for John (not his real name), exercise or anything fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#2545711217102572490' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=2545711217102572490' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/2545711217102572490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2545711217102572490'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/2545711217102572490'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-7406402840900908652</id><published>2007-05-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:54:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rk-JV9hsp9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZJ27AzFpYGQ/s1600-h/birthcontrol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066419116201256914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rk-JV9hsp9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZJ27AzFpYGQ/s320/birthcontrol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rk-JM9hsp8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/q2fXfjQVwSs/s1600-h/birthcontrol.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;John (not his real name) and I had a terrible argument last night over birth control and today I feel sick to my stomach. I had no idea he felt the way about certain methods of birth control. The problem started when I had and IUD inserted 3 months ago and major problems arose. Because of my age and familial history with cancer I am no longer able to have any medication type of birth control. That leads us to two options. I get my tubes tied or he gets a vasectomy. He basically that he was not "gung ho" about getting a vasectomy. That would be cool if he was 27 and still wanting kids but he is 47 and does NOT want kids. I am 36 and there is still a "maybe" hanging in the air.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of the responsibility always being put on woman for birth control. I had been on the pill for 20 years. After my kids were born I used a diaphragm. Now that I am past 35 I am no longer able to use the pill so I had to use an IUD. Anyway...I guess you think you know someone huh? If I was a guy I would say, "Don't worry about it. I will get a vasectomy!" I guess I judged him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I have not been able to put anything in my stomach all day long. I am feeling week and very tired and my eyes are puffy from crying. I can't believe he is the type of man that would be that self centered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems my post has brought some mixed responses. First of all, I did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; give him an ultimatum. It was simply a discussion. Previous to having the IUD my periods were moderate and lasted 3 - 4 days. Since I had the IUD inserted my periods have been off the chart. I now use one super tampon about every two hours and my periods last 11-12 days. I can't walk at times from the cramps and I get more anemic with each period. With my familial history of ovarian and breast cancer I simply cannot every be on an type of medicinal contraceptive again. The other forms of birth control have too high a failure rate to consider options. At no time did I tell him to get a vasectomy nor have a told him we won't be having sex if he doesn't. I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him if this would be something he would think about doing since he does not want kids. His response of leaving the matter of birth control in my hands is what bothered me. It simply makes sense for him to do this whether he stays with me or not. But since he refuses I, the woman will be the one to take care of the matter of birth control.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#7406402840900908652' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=7406402840900908652' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7406402840900908652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7406402840900908652'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/7406402840900908652'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-6641200420901339849</id><published>2007-05-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:55:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RkVEUHJpF0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8U2qm-63k7o/s1600-h/63.84.200.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063528468355553090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RkVEUHJpF0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8U2qm-63k7o/s200/63.84.200.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know. I have all but disappeared haven't I? I have been really busy just doing "stuff". I haven't even been doing anything that is worthy of blogging about. I have not been at the computer a whole lot so I have not been following what is going on in your lives either. I do try to stop by once or twice a week so even when I am not commenting I am thinking about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do have something noteworthy to say. I have now lost 26 pounds at SparkPeople. I am in a bit of a slump because I have been having wicked problems with asthma that turned into a sinus/ear infection so I have not been doing any cardio. I am finally starting to feel a little better and hope all the medication will kick in by next week and I will be back on track. If you are interested in joining me click on the link over to the right of my page and it will take you there. This is a totally free plan. It is not just a diet but an entire lifestyle change to becoming a healthier person. I was leery when I first joined that there would be strings attached or they would try to suck me into some multilevel marketing or it would be some culty thing but it is not. You don't have to "buy the book" or recruit anyone or anything weird. (The image you see is my actual weight loss tracker.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are going just great with John (not his real name). He has gone away, all the way from Vancouver Island to Nova Scotia and back again,  to take his mother's ashes to a cemetery there. He left this evening and will be back Monday morning. That is a loooong way in such a short amount of time! Anyway, I miss him already. And I hope he is going to be OK. He lost him mom and his sister within 3 months of each other. I wish I could help him in some way but sometimes words just don't cut it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#6641200420901339849' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=6641200420901339849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6641200420901339849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6641200420901339849'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/6641200420901339849'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1383937762719152026</id><published>2007-05-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:40:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RkFbJnJpFzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9j-cAgM57TY/s1600-h/coin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062427676827522866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RkFbJnJpFzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9j-cAgM57TY/s200/coin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hello my Canadian friends. Remember when Canada came out with this beautiful coin a few years ago to honour and remember our veterans? Do you remember being excited and proud that we were the first country &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; world to use the colour red in a coin? Well, apparently some thought it was a ploy against the Americans. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/americas/05/07/canadian.coin.ap/index.html"&gt;Read this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;And just when you thought you could be friends with a Canadian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1383937762719152026' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1383937762719152026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1383937762719152026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1383937762719152026'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1383937762719152026'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-8191009903356966196</id><published>2007-05-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:37:41.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;So I am driving down the road today in my piece of crap called a car and I hear a noise. It was a gawd awful screeching/scrapping noise. (EEEscleeezzzeeeeerrssshhhreeee) Something is wrong with my car people and it is not good. It is also overheating. I sit at traffic lights and watch the temperature gauge climb higher while I blast the heat and pray that the lights change quickly. My car is not well folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Did you know that you can have great sex in less than 12 minutes? That is the time John (not his real name) and I had this afternoon before someone was to come over. I won't supply you with details as I am sure you could well imagine what went on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;I am off to bed. Why do I stay up so late anyhow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS- I hate my blog template more everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#8191009903356966196' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=8191009903356966196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8191009903356966196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8191009903356966196'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/8191009903356966196'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-501034665367777359</id><published>2007-04-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:37:57.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;My posts are getting fewer and farther between aren't they? ~sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I have been really busy. I went with John (not his real name) to Abbotsford this weekend. We had so much fun! We didn't do  a lot except just go for walks and fall in love even more.  And we ate! I ate like a pig. I went off my diet and had about 2000 calories alone for lunch on Saturday. However, we worked it off. (wink wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I have been having problems with asthma again the last few weeks but my doctor is away so I have to just keep coughing and wheezing. It is getting annoying. My inhaler is almost empty so I might end up going to the drop-in clinic where I get to wait for 3 hours to see a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I am getting really bored with this blog template. Everyone else has such fun and exciting ones and mine is so dull. I would change it if I could find anything that interests me. Be on the lookout for a new look. Out with the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Not much else going on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#501034665367777359' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=501034665367777359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/501034665367777359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/501034665367777359'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/501034665367777359'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1058156771262192987</id><published>2007-04-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:47:22.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RieqVDMeZCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QrNw-3Hapq4/s1600-h/sleep-country-canada.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055196385358275618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RieqVDMeZCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QrNw-3Hapq4/s200/sleep-country-canada.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize the days are passing and I am not blogging. I can't believe that while not working I could be so busy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was mistaken about Spring in my last post. The weather has changed and it is cold and rainy. I am sitting here in my slippers and polar fleece jacket and I am going to put warm sheets back on my bed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Serves me right for getting too excited about an early Spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything is still going great with John (not his real name). We have so much fun together. Mostly we just sit and stare at each other and smile. Then one of us gets a thought and then...while then...you know. Yes. It is fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I have lost 22 pounds with Spark People. I went about 2 weeks of not logging in and wasn't losing so I realize I have to continue to go there everyday for now. I have 8 more pounds to go to reach my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes. I bought a new bed. John (not his real name) gave me a brand new box spring and frame that had belonged to a family member that couldn't use it so I just had to buy a mattress. I first went to Sears where I was treated like a lower class citizen. I always seem to get that there even though my family has been shopping there for years. They make assumptions based on how I look and know I don't have $3000.00 to spend on a bed. Anyway, I got angry this time and went to Sleep Country. The lady there was so helpful and understanding. I told her right from the start that I didn't have a lot of money to spend. She went and did some research and found me a very nice mattress leftover form a previous sale. It is so comfy. I can't wait! My previous mattress is 16 years old and needed to be replaced. So say it with me...Sleep Country Canada! Why buy a mattress anywhere else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1058156771262192987' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1058156771262192987' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1058156771262192987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1058156771262192987'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1058156771262192987'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-7750196333331946234</id><published>2007-04-10T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:48:31.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Nice to be home after a long weekend and get caught up on housework. I really have no idea how I ever worked full time and pulled off the rest of my life. My house is clean for the first time in 3 years! That is so nice. I even got my bathroom painted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Life with John (not his real name) is going so well. We had our first disagreement on the weekend. Bah. It was awful but we managed to get through it and come out the other side stronger. I fall in love with him more everyday. I am a lucky and blessed woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am seeing an employment counselor this week to try to decide what the heck I want to do with the rest of my life. I am optimistic and excited at what is ahead of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Spring on the Island is here and everything is so beautiful. We have hung up our winter coats and put away the flannel sheets for another year. I am doing a thorough Spring clean and have the windows open. Ahhh...Life is good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#7750196333331946234' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=7750196333331946234' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/7750196333331946234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7750196333331946234'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/7750196333331946234'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-8285913906055401880</id><published>2007-04-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:32:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RhMK7CA8cqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-rJQhl_gU2Y/s1600-h/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049391616481850018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RhMK7CA8cqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-rJQhl_gU2Y/s200/snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another update because I have been terrible about posting lately! Things with John (not his real name) are going so well. I cannot believe I could ever feel this way about anyone. I am even more blown away that someone feels this way about me! I mean how crazy is that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest of my life is going OK as well. I am so very glad that Spring is here. Winter seemed to just drag this year. For those of you that live in BC you will know just how beautiful it is here right now. (In BC, winter is a very dark and grey time and it affects your spirit if it is an especially long one.) The sun is shining and everything is blooming. Adding to the beauty are the glorious mountains that surround us. Many are still snow peaked. I tell you. It does not get any better. I love living here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I don't have all that much to say. Life with John (not his real name) has been all encompassing. I am happy. Happy like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; has been a long time coming.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;You know I am in love when I purchase all new underwear! hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#8285913906055401880' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=8285913906055401880' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8285913906055401880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8285913906055401880'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/8285913906055401880'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-3715071431218682500</id><published>2007-03-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:59:42.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RgwUaIUTzII/AAAAAAAAAIY/-ubd-g-5dUc/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047431721517304962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RgwUaIUTzII/AAAAAAAAAIY/-ubd-g-5dUc/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been terrible with the updates here and after reading you will know why. Let me start at the beginning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started having problems with my heart back in July as most of you know. It has become progressively worse and started to get quite bad at the end of February. The heart specialist told me I needed to quit working. NOW. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't and my heart problems got worse very quickly. I was not able to stand at times and experienced vertigo as well as a resting heart rate of 180 beats per minute. In the beginning of March I could no longer handle it so I had to quit. I have not said anything here because I have been so embarrassed and humiliated. I have never not been able to care for my family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now what was I supposed to do? I was feeling fine with a lot of rest and I had obviously a lot of time on my hands. I was able to go meet with girlfriends for tea and enjoy things for the first time in a very long time. I also had time to start dating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enter John (not his real name.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met him at Plenty of Fish. I had met some men previous to him which ranged from disaster to "nice". When I met John my entire world changed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys, I am in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I said it. How you can fall in love in less than 3 weeks is beyond anything my brain can wrap around but it has happened. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the sweetest, kindest most gentle man I have ever known. He has been single for a number of years while he has raised his daughters alone. Last week I was at his house and was so tired I was going to go home but he asked if I wanted to rest there. I fell asleep and do you know what he did? He made me a chocolate cake...from scratch! hee hee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has very old fashioned values and so far we have not got very far from just kissing. When he kisses me the entire world spins and I totally lose focus of everyone and everything. *sigh* Even thinking about him kissing me sends me reeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here is the thing. My racing heart has slowed down considerably and last week it was the lowest it has been since July of last year. I am so relaxed around him! He totally mellows me out and calms me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is good guys. I am so happy. This whole thing is way beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I can't stop smiling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things on the work front are looking up. I qualify for retraining so things are looking good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(PS- Thank you to &lt;a href="http://curtis299.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Curtis&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://www.headlint.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ellen &lt;/a&gt;for making me never stop believing that this was possible)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#3715071431218682500' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=3715071431218682500' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3715071431218682500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3715071431218682500'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/3715071431218682500'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-6797318808873307161</id><published>2007-03-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:41:34.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?? In my dreams maybe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/73/25/51/732551_9634964d0c6064n0tu3c11.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thousandwordsworthy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; for the giggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#6797318808873307161' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=6797318808873307161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/6797318808873307161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6797318808873307161'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/6797318808873307161'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-3412354577500594476</id><published>2007-03-20T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:56:36.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rf-40XuUizI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yyv33KAKWiI/s1600-h/100_1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043953317539253042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rf-40XuUizI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yyv33KAKWiI/s200/100_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are going to have to click on this to inbiggen it. This is one of many creations of Girl-N. She made this for me while I was having a bath last night. Notice the label that has been taped to the plate. If you look closely you will notice it is a happy face. Now what more could I ask for? Girl-N is the sweetest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you a short story about Girl-N and her obsession with tape. Ever since she was old enough to use art supplies she has loved two things above all else. Envelopes and tape. She would toddle up to me and look at me with her big chocolaty eyes and say, "May I bowwo a wittle bit of tape pwease?" She also used to use up "embawopes" by the dozen.&lt;br /&gt;As her love for office supplies grew so did her need. I would catch her at my desk pulling off 159 pieces of tape for her latest project. She would stealthily go into my desk and take envelopes as well. It got to the point where I couldn't keep either in the house because Girl-N would find them and use them up.&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I thought I figured out a plan. I went to Costco and bought her 16 rolls of tape and a gigantic box of envelopes. I would never again would have to share. Yeah right. She has now started to hoard. She will not use anything from her supply. I continually ask her where the 16 rolls of tape are and she looks at me and tells me she doesn't know. I know they are hidden in the depths of her art desk along with the envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you are wondering she still comes up to me and says, "May I borrow a little tape please?" I just hand her the tape dispenser and walk away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#3412354577500594476' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=3412354577500594476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3412354577500594476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3412354577500594476'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/3412354577500594476'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-8593306816448963123</id><published>2007-03-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:36:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rf12m6ViY8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RXj-COBIn44/s1600-h/crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043317568591520706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Rf12m6ViY8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RXj-COBIn44/s200/crow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it isn't just me who is feeling this way. I am reading in a lot of posts that Spring is coming! Outside my window a crow is calling. I think she is excited about Spring too. I bet she is tired of the rain and wind. She must feel so happy on a day like this. Maybe she found a great big worm in my garden. At any rate, she sounds happy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is our Spring Fling. Today is the day where we go through the house and get rid of old boots, coats and clothes we don't wear. I am getting rid of the tacky Lava Lamp even though I secretly like it. I am going through the bathroom and tossing old make-up and hair products. It isn't a day to clean. It is a day to fling. Everything that can be used will go to charity. Everything that can be recycled with go to the recycling depot. Everything else will be thrown in the garbage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone want to play? How much junk can you get rid of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Update - I filled boxes, clear recycling bags and garbage bags. I think I likely got rid of close to 100 pounds of junk today! Isn't that insane? (This place isn't called My Insanity Written in a Blog for nothing!) It took a good part of the day. Tomorrow will be more purging of crap and putting everything I have decided to keep back where it belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#8593306816448963123' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=8593306816448963123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/8593306816448963123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8593306816448963123'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/8593306816448963123'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-459460527866351877</id><published>2007-03-14T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:48:45.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RfiAVxzHfrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AuHZ2Lk7yto/s1600-h/ej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041920894474616498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RfiAVxzHfrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AuHZ2Lk7yto/s200/ej.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Look! Look at the wonderful gift I received in the mail today! Do you know how long I have wanted this? Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://awomanchained.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; I have seen this woman grow in leaps and bounds. Thanks you for being a part of my world Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;While walking around Value Village this afternoon I found &lt;a href="http://www.tvcrazy.net/tvclassics/articles/stooges/images/three-stooges.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;these guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on DVD. $4.00! I love a deal. (OK I am cheap.) Wanna come over to my place and laugh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Good things came in threes today. I have been smiling since lunch. And that is all I am going to say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#459460527866351877' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=459460527866351877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/459460527866351877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/459460527866351877'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/459460527866351877'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1677564689226965466</id><published>2007-03-11T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:15:33.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RfS0nRzHfqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AXYAEHAUpSE/s1600-h/shuttle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040852469820128930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/RfS0nRzHfqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AXYAEHAUpSE/s200/shuttle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I remember my mom telling me that she remembers when JFK was shot. I remember wondering why that event would make a difference in her life. I thought it more odd that she would remember exactly where she was when she found out. I didn't understand why she wouldn't just try to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I know I will never forget where I was when I heard about the Challenger and Princess Diana. I will never forget the images that were played over and over on the TV. Sometimes I wish they could be erased from my mind. I also remember 9/11. I know where I was. Where were you? I would be surprised if you told me you didn't remember. We all have the same movie of the second plane that will plays over in our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Now that my kids are getting older I wonder what events will be a part of their lives. I don't even want to guess. I want them to know about resiliency and that though these events cause our spirits to crumble for a time, they also cause us to unify and we gain strength through our unity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I have been honored by the people that God has put in my life to pull me through periods of personal grief. I have deeper friendships because of them and thankful for these events because they have caused a greater good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Don't let me ever forget the bad times. I am stronger because I have fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1677564689226965466' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1677564689226965466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1677564689226965466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1677564689226965466'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1677564689226965466'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1668968347051247566</id><published>2007-03-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:26:45.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Re4vpfwr6zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e2l1oOeikaQ/s1600-h/old_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039017423021009714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Re4vpfwr6zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e2l1oOeikaQ/s200/old_bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I am a Bad Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Has your child ever said something so shocking that you couldn't help but laugh? First let me say I am a very strict parent and expect both of my kids to be very respectful of adults. They use the terms Mr. and Mrs. When they meet an adult the are expected to stand up and greet the person and shake hands. They are not to interrupt. They say, please, thank you and excuse me. So when my child brazenly cuts down an adult I am supposed to become serious and discipline the child appropriately. Yes. I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Tonight my son was telling me about his substitute teacher. As we were chatting he lowered his voice and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's an old bag".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I just stared. If he had told me his teacher did handsprings while playing a ukulele I could not have been more shocked. And then I started to laugh. I gasped between the laughter and double checked that I heard properly. (I had.) I had to go into the bathroom where he heard me double over in fits of laughter. It was so funny! OK, I know it wasn't. But it was. (I did eventually tell him how disappointed I was but I think the lesson was lost.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1668968347051247566' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1668968347051247566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1668968347051247566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1668968347051247566'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1668968347051247566'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-3838205165753315338</id><published>2007-03-04T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:37:46.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Retz9-NB9nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MtAS9GJO5eI/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038248116650899058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/Retz9-NB9nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MtAS9GJO5eI/s200/apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling better today than yesterday. I am working on the One Day at a a Time principal. Today is my day off so I slept in, got up and had something to eat then went to have a nap! After I got up I did 30 minutes of cardio and now I am back at the computer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what is strange about losing weight for me this time? I think one of the big reasons I am doing so well is it is the only thing I can control right now. I can control what goes into my body and how much I exercise. I am physically feeling better and this week I got rid of two pairs of my "fat pants". I am now at a healthy Body Mass Index. I still have a way to go but I am headed in the right direction. For the first time I am using food in a healthy way to deal with my depression. In the past I would eat anything that was set before me and lots of it. I sometimes still crave the junk but now I have way smaller portions and less often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been called for a job interview but I don't know much about it at this point. It has to be a step up financially and I have to be happy doing it. I am trusting God on this one. I am sure He doesn't want me to be continued to receive the abuse I currently am receiving at my current job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am off to read a magazine and see if dinner somehow magically appeared in the oven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#3838205165753315338' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=3838205165753315338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/3838205165753315338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3838205165753315338'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/3838205165753315338'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439626.post-1616302454185556917</id><published>2007-03-03T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:14:07.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/ReoPGeNB9mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zAB4pEF6kQE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037855737028671074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9vxIMBlzgaM/ReoPGeNB9mI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zAB4pEF6kQE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I don't know what is wrong with me. I wish I could just be happy. I am told by everyone that happiness is a choice but I just seem to go further into depression. I feel like I have so much against me. My mom is terminal. I am broke and at a job that I hate. My daughter's future is uncertain. I am tired all the time because something is wrong with my heart but I don't know what it is yet. Quite honestly, if it wasn't for my kids I would not want to go on. I cry all the time. I am tired of hurting. I used to be such a positive person and so happy. But now I wake up each day and have nothing to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I try to come up with positive posts so I am not such a drag all the time but I can't seem to come up with much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I miss my mom because I can't go visit her while she is getting chemo. Each day I wake up and wait again to go to bed. Sleep is my only escape right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I just want all this pain to be over and to smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/index.html#1616302454185556917' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6439626&amp;postID=1616302454185556917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/1616302454185556917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeking-serenity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1616302454185556917'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439626/posts/default/1616302454185556917'/><author><name>BarbaraMG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>