<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420</id><updated>2009-12-19T17:31:01.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl...again</title><subtitle type='html'>Muddling through life, one day at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-5965653728698347301</id><published>2008-09-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:15:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive Compulsive</title><summary type='text'>I have been obsessive compulsively checking polls results and news as regards to the presidential election. Have I mentioned I am for MCcain? I don't trust Obama and am adamently against his stance on abortion. I am also obsessed with the financial mess our country is in right now. I want it fixed and fixed yesterday. I want to call and scream just fix it already. But the more I read the more I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5965653728698347301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=5965653728698347301' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/5965653728698347301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/5965653728698347301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/obsessive-compulsive.html' title='Obsessive Compulsive'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-4355883664806197356</id><published>2008-09-19T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:06:02.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is a better day.  My grandson Tye has been extremely fussy.  Nothing would make him happy.  He is usually calm and good natured.  Brittany had it pegged from the beginning but me being the superior being I am, did not believe her.  The antibiotic he was on was making his stomach hurt.  That was it.  We thought he was sick and took him to the doctor.  He was fine.  His stomach just hurt.  We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4355883664806197356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=4355883664806197356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4355883664806197356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4355883664806197356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-day.html' title='Better Day'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-5869076576143445329</id><published>2008-09-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:15:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geraldo On A String</title><summary type='text'>I am watching Geraldo Rivero on Fox as the hurricane eye is getting ready to move on land. He is weaving and pitching in the wind. Me and my middle daughter Brittany keep wondering if they have a rope attached to him in case the surge takes him out. He's just standing out there hanging on to a yucca plant. I feel bad for the guy. I am wondering if he is going to be swept away live on tv. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5869076576143445329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=5869076576143445329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/5869076576143445329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/5869076576143445329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ridin-storm-out.html' title='Geraldo On A String'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-6767029536113987687</id><published>2008-09-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:51:14.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ok?</title><summary type='text'>Ike is headed for Galveston and I am hoping and praying that the people who stayed will be ok.  Why? Why? Why would you stay on an island during a hurricane?  Especially when the water is projected to cover most of the island.   I naturally a coward.  I don't think I COULD stay.  I would be having so many panic attacks that I would hyperventilate. They were showing a web cam from a bar in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6767029536113987687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=6767029536113987687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/6767029536113987687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/6767029536113987687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-ok.html' title='Are you ok?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-2764049827954288956</id><published>2008-09-06T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:12:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Sick</title><summary type='text'>My car has a cold.  It is always upsetting when the car has to go to the doctor.  Especially when you look at the bill.  I am hoping it is nothing major.  The brake lights are just stuck on.  They are just stuck.  One of my neighbors looked at it and said it has a short in it.  How much does it cost to fix shorts?  I have no idea. The good thing about old clunk cars is that they don't have a car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2764049827954288956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=2764049827954288956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/2764049827954288956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/2764049827954288956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/car-sick.html' title='Car Sick'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-4125012704185345389</id><published>2008-09-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:34:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Seeking</title><summary type='text'>What Trey and Tye are looking compulsively at online today.We keep looking and looking and looking and looking at pictures and video's of car washes.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAh05GnWAWI&amp;feature=related' title='Desperately Seeking'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4125012704185345389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=4125012704185345389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4125012704185345389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4125012704185345389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/desperately-seeking.html' title='Desperately Seeking'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFBWXDM3mEs/SL7zYADcBrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UnCN1FUmxw8/s72-c/car-going-through_~1431-201256-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-672886756754956701</id><published>2008-09-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:37:14.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodged a Bullet</title><summary type='text'>Only intermittent rain from Gustav. Not even heavy rain. I should be grateful and I am but there is a certain part of me that is disappointed.  All those candles and that bottled water not to mention the weather radio that seems to go off for a coastal county but did not even peep when we had a tornado warning earlier today.It's just as well.  It really would be nasty if the power were off and we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/672886756754956701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=672886756754956701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/672886756754956701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/672886756754956701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/09/dodged-bullet.html' title='Dodged a Bullet'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-843115853308180296</id><published>2008-08-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:16:53.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav</title><summary type='text'>Theres a hurricane a brewing. Outside my window today the sun is shining, the birds are singing and all is well.  No hint of the danger to come.  My exhusband is staying on the coast of Mississippi again as he did during Katrina.  However this time he is going to stay and help the Red Cross hand out food and water after the storm.  He is doing extremely well.This time I am stocking up on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/843115853308180296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=843115853308180296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/843115853308180296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/843115853308180296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/gustav.html' title='Gustav'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-4776279770363447908</id><published>2008-08-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:16:01.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we looked at today</title><summary type='text'>Today, I spent the greater part of the morning looking at construction vehicles online with Trey one of my 2 grandchildren that live with me.He loves trucks and any type of construction vehicles.  He also loves radio towers and satelites and the list goes on.........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4776279770363447908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=4776279770363447908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4776279770363447908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/4776279770363447908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-we-looked-at-today.html' title='What we looked at today'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-6063455881465050290</id><published>2008-08-23T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:21:37.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Today is my birthday.  I had forgotten all about it till my daughter Amy called. I am happy.  My life is full.  On birthdays and Mother's Day I am always happy, not because of things but because of people.  Family, my kids.  I am so grateful that I live fairly close to all my kids now and I am extremely grateful for the telephone.  It is my lifeline to their lives.  I feel so blessed.  It erases </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6063455881465050290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=6063455881465050290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/6063455881465050290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/6063455881465050290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-9126347527768755417</id><published>2008-08-19T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:27:06.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been away awhile</title><summary type='text'>I just figured out how to get back into my account after forgetting my gmail address.  My originating email address was no longer valid so I couldn't get it that way either. It was very frustrating.  The only help available was for gmail accounts and google would only send information to my old originating email address.   A lot has happened since I blogged last.  I am no longer working or going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/9126347527768755417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=9126347527768755417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/9126347527768755417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/9126347527768755417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-away-awhile.html' title='I&apos;ve been away awhile'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-112631912202450871</id><published>2005-09-09T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:25:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippis Blogging</title><summary type='text'>I am still here.  I have been away for quite a while.  I thought with the hurricane and all I should probably pop back in.  I hope to visit more often.  I live in Jackson, so the hurricane did not affect me much.  Just incoveniences like no power for a few days.  My family a little further "down south" are all fine.  A tree on a house and a sister still without power but other than that, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/112631912202450871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=112631912202450871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/112631912202450871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/112631912202450871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/09/mississippis-blogging.html' title='Mississippis Blogging'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-112010342639728086</id><published>2005-06-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:50:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Jag Over????:&lt;</title><summary type='text'>I have been very busy and have been neglecting my blog and feeling sorry for myself.  Sigh. Why the endless self pity?  Why???????  Because I have been on a reading jag.  Yep, it always does the trick.  Nothing like wallowing in true crime and mystery novels to get you in a good mood.  I become part of an alternate world that I don't want to leave even when my head is pounding and I know I HAVE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/112010342639728086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=112010342639728086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/112010342639728086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/112010342639728086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/06/reading-jag-over.html' title='Reading Jag Over????:&lt;'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111915568866344651</id><published>2005-06-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:34:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rectum Stretcher</title><summary type='text'>This was sent to me by a friend.....I do not know the source.Subject: Rectum Stretcher While she was "flying" down the road yesterday (10 miles over the limit), a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side lying in wait. The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, and with that classic patronising smirk we all know and love, asked, "What's your </summary><link rel='related' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/' title='Rectum Stretcher'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111915568866344651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111915568866344651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111915568866344651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111915568866344651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/06/rectum-stretcher.html' title='Rectum Stretcher'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111785259063806694</id><published>2005-06-03T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T19:36:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Tonight</title><summary type='text'>I am a member of a twelve step group.  I have been neglecting these meetings lately.  I was really active in the state I moved from, so meetings in my new state have tended to leave me feeling lonely and lost.  Not tonight.  Tonight I resolved to go not feeling sorry for myself.  And it worked. I need to start getting out and about.  I am a member of this group because I NEED TO BE.  It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111785259063806694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111785259063806694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111785259063806694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111785259063806694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/06/out-tonight.html' title='Out Tonight'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111776499614123703</id><published>2005-06-02T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:16:36.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragment </title><summary type='text'>I thought I saw you tonight, just for an instant.Do you do that too?  Spot fragments from the past.I thought I saw you tonight, but the light betrayed me and the face I saw was a stranger.I thought I saw you tonight, but it was only a memory from a life once lived.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111776499614123703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111776499614123703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111776499614123703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111776499614123703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/06/fragment.html' title='Fragment '/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111758649512848807</id><published>2005-05-31T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:41:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader</title><summary type='text'>I have started reading again.  I am an avid reader.  So much so that there are times when I have to detox from books.  Since my test is over and I feel bored, I hit the library.  The library I have been banned from due to overdue books.  It always happens.  I will be diligent and take the books back and then due diligence will disapear and I am back again with a huge fine.Yesterday, out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111758649512848807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111758649512848807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111758649512848807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111758649512848807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/reader.html' title='Reader'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111749044051494719</id><published>2005-05-30T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:00:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy</title><summary type='text'>Is Junior getting a little pudgy?  Is little Janie not quite so "little" these days.  It could be that these "little ones" are smuggling fattening foods to school or horrors of horrors, taking their lunch money and not buying the nutritious meal you have mandated, but sugar coated and fat soaked foods. What to do, what to do.  You beg, plead, whine and moan to no avail.  You advise them of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111749044051494719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111749044051494719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111749044051494719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111749044051494719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-spy.html' title='I Spy'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111733819778483891</id><published>2005-05-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:43:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through with Test </title><summary type='text'>After two weeks of studying and one week of classes for a licensing exam, I am back.  I passed my test.  I did not nervous breakdown quite as bad this time.  I actually kind of enjoy the whole study for the test process now.  I need to go to school.  I like it.  I can do it as long as it is not Math related.  I am horrible at Math.  I am a little old to take time off from life to go to school</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111733819778483891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111733819778483891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111733819778483891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111733819778483891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/through-with-test.html' title='Through with Test '/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111689991651875934</id><published>2005-05-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:58:36.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>Class this week and then arghhhhh another test.  This was sent to me by a friend, I do not know the source.THINGS YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW (??) 1. Money isn't made out of paper,it's made out of cotton. 2. The Declaration of Independence waswritten on hemp paper. 3. The dot over the letter i is called a "tittle". 4. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagnewill bounce up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111689991651875934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111689991651875934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111689991651875934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111689991651875934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111646241969174227</id><published>2005-05-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:26:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Language</title><summary type='text'>One of those eternal emails floating around.  A friend sent me this, I do not know the source.  WHY ENGLISH IS SUCH A HARD LANGUAGEReasons why the English language is so hard to learn: 1) The bandage was wound around the wound.  2) The  farm was used to produce produce.  3) The dump was so full that it had  to refuse more refuse. 4) We must polish the Polish  furniture. 5) He could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111646241969174227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111646241969174227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111646241969174227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111646241969174227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/english-language.html' title='English Language'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111620412542984198</id><published>2005-05-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:42:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><summary type='text'>I was out of town for a couple of days.  So good to be back home.  I realized that I do not relax enough.  I do not take the time to have fun and lighten up.  It has been pretty heavy, moving back "home" after being away almost 20 years.  It is strange too, because my parents have both passed away.  They are not here. I have been coping with their deaths for really the first time.  My mother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111620412542984198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111620412542984198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111620412542984198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111620412542984198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111594663026852517</id><published>2005-05-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:10:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Good Old Days"</title><summary type='text'>A friend emailed me this.  I do not know the source.TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111594663026852517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111594663026852517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111594663026852517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111594663026852517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-old-days.html' title='The &quot;Good Old Days&quot;'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111577403256111261</id><published>2005-05-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:13:52.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Bride Run Amuck?</title><summary type='text'>Remember the Runaway Bride?  Since her "recovery from captivity" some interesting facts have come out about her.  This was not her first alter avoidance.  She didn't show for a previous marriage ceremony as well.  She also has been arrested for shoplifting three times.  There has been some speculation by mental health experts that she could be have a borderline personality disorder, which means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111577403256111261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111577403256111261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111577403256111261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111577403256111261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/runaway-bride-run-amuck.html' title='Runaway Bride Run Amuck?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222420.post-111577463929173729</id><published>2005-05-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:23:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Update</title><summary type='text'>When we got rid of Brink the cat, he went to one of those organizations of cat lovers that find foster homes for needy cats until they can be adopted.  I have an update.Brink has been adopted.  He has a permanent home. The say he is "sweet". Cough...Cough....  They of course think we are horrible because there were a few lingering hair balls....sigh. I am not surprised.  He is an absolutely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/feeds/111577463929173729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8222420&amp;postID=111577463929173729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111577463929173729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8222420/posts/default/111577463929173729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebloggings.blogspot.com/2005/05/cat-update.html' title='Cat Update'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132110856229962327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03989126199559938757'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>