<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:45:29.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marsi Mumbles</title><subtitle type='html'>Occasional mumblings of a 54 year old divorced mom living in North Carolina</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-4342720126180285283</id><published>2010-05-02T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:10:40.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I know I'm not very good at blogging, but that's only because there's so much going on in life - and it's good.  J and I are continuing our romance, and it is wonderful.  I don't know the words to describe how good this feels. Who would have thought that at this point in life - mid-50's - I would find a new love. And that's what he is! This past week we both put into words how we felt about each other - I am deeply in love  with this man, and he is in love with me.  We laugh, we have long talks, we share similar tastes in music, and are both very committed to our families.  Being together is the best part of my day - and the days when I'm not with him, all I can do is think about when I'll be seeing him next.  Yep, I'm hooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know what the future holds for us - and I certainly hope for a long, wonderful future with him.  But at this point, I'm enjoying every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On top of that, I am enjoying being a Nana.  My baby granddaughter is now 3 months old and is such a little sweetheart.  I get to see her at least 1-2 times each week, which isn't enough but that's ok for now.  Watching my daughter - who was never around babies much - love being a mother is such a fabulous experience.  She's truly in love with her baby, and is doing a great job.  What a joy this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-4342720126180285283?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4342720126180285283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=4342720126180285283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4342720126180285283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4342720126180285283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6084516176564867457</id><published>2010-02-20T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:03:45.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Improved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, I've not blogged for such a long time. And so much has happened - a lot of new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First - I'm a new grandmother - Nana to be specific.  Daughter dear had a beautiful baby girl 2 weeks ago, and I'm loving every second I get to spend with her.  And it has been such a wonderfully awesome feeling watching my daughter go through her pregnancy and become a mom. I've always known that being a grandmother would be wonderful - but I had no idea HOW I would feel.  Indescribable!&lt;/span&gt;  I want to be with her as much as I can, to bond with her, to make sure she knows how much she is loved, and to have a very special relationship with her. This is the start of a whole new life, literally and figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second - I've met a wonderful man, J, and it is going very well. We've got so much in common - including having lived in the same small towns in Western PA before moving to NC.  Our paths have almost crossed so many times in the past, yet we never met until this year - well actually it was this past Christmas Day.  He's such a good man, so intelligent, very funny, and we spend hours just talking and laughing, listening to music.  I don't know where this is headed at all -but right now I don't even care, I'm enjoying the journey very much.    &lt;/span&gt;He melts me the instant I see him again - and my heart races when the phone ring and caller ID says it's him.  I get some delicious emails from him - I find them when I check my personal email while at work - and it puts  a smile on my face for the rest of the day.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For Valentine's Day, he gave me 2 cards - one funny, one heart felt telling me how much he enjoys spending time with me.  And that's what mine said to him - that I'm so glad that he's in my life.  When he comes over, he frequently (usually) brings his little beagle Jake with him, which is very nice - so I now have a container of dog food here for when Jake visits.  And now - he's actually left a toothbrush.  I've never been here before - but that small thing has touched my heart in a way I can't explain.  This is just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yea, there are parts of life that aren't perfect for me - I still worry about my kids, about other family members, about money, and I have serious issues with my job.  But life is good.  And that's a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6084516176564867457?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6084516176564867457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6084516176564867457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6084516176564867457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6084516176564867457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-and-improved.html' title='New and Improved!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6664643806023565992</id><published>2009-11-10T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:52:24.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TA DAAA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did it!  Today at lunch, I went to the courthouse (accompanied by my friend Janice), and file the necessary form to change my name back to my maiden name.  I've been thinking about doing this for a very long time and some recent events finally pushed me into action.  That's step number 1 - next I have to go to the Social Security office, followed by the DMV, and then my bank.  And THEN I get to change the millions of other records, bills and places that involve my personal information.  Yea, it will be a big pain in the butt - but this is important and I feel so strongly that this is the right thing to do.  So it's worth all of the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, for the laughter - here's my "MasterCard commercial" moment.  You have to understand that Janice is perhaps the sweetest person on the face of the earth - never says a cross word, doesn't drink, smoke, cuss, or do anything else "bad", and is the office "goody two shoes".  It was HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cost of parking at the courthouse - 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;Cost of filing the "resume former name form" - $10&lt;br /&gt;Watching Janice be frisked by the security guard - PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6664643806023565992?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6664643806023565992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6664643806023565992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6664643806023565992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6664643806023565992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/11/ta-daaa.html' title='TA DAAA!!!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3453590254730702736</id><published>2009-09-19T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:37:33.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been using the "bundle" deal from my cable company for the past several years and, at first, I was happy with it.  It was fine at my former residence, but for the past 2-1/2 years, since I bought my townhouse and moved here, I've had nothing but problems with my telephone.  Dropped calls, no dial tone, poor quality phone line, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SrWGYJOPV0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bhqhTHMW4yA/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SrWGYJOPV0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bhqhTHMW4yA/s320/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383356678941923138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;etc. - plus I've had to replace the modem for my phone and Internet 4 times during that time.  I'd about decided to start looking for alternates when problems REALLY kicked in.  My phone was in and out, along with my Internet (but not necessarily at the same time) for the past few months. I've called and complained, but really did not get any long-term solution to these problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Labor Day weekend was the beginning of the end.  That Saturday morning, I discovered that, once again, my phone wasn't working (but Internet was).  I called for service, and after numerous "do this, do that's"  they said they would send a service person to my home.  I told them that I needed to leave at 5 PM but would be home until then - and they assured me that was no problem.  By 4 PM, I hadn't seen anyone so called again.  This time they assured me that someone would be out that evening.  Evening? I asked - meaning what time?  5-9 PM I was told.  I politely stated that I was promised to have someone BEFORE 5 and they apologized and said they'd see if they could get someone sooner.  A few minutes later, a service guy showed up and told me he had been told not to come before 5 PM (am I surprised?).   Then he looked at my modem, agreed that it needed to be replaced, but stated that he didn't have one for me.  Great, so why did he come?  He re-scheduled me for the following morning.  Later that evening, to my surprise, my phone started working again, and continued to work the following morning.  So I canceled the service call - BIG MISTAKE!  An hour or so later, you guessed it - phone was out again.  So I AGAIN called for service and was promised that someone would come by 8 PM that evening.  Just what I wanted to do on a holiday weekend - sit at home and wait.  By 7 PM, no one had called or come so AGAIN I called. This time I was told that my service was scheduled for 8-9:30 AM the following TUESDAY!  No way would I have done that - I have to be at work, so I would never have scheduled that time.  They refused to do anything any sooner, and I told them not to bother sending anyone then, because I wouldn't be there.  And that I was going to start looking for service elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Internet was working, so I started researching and decided to go with the "regular" phone company.  While online, a customer service person chatted with me, answered questions, and I decided to go ahead and order the phone connection.  This person assured me it would be in place by the following Friday (9/11).  I could deal with just cell phone for a few days, so ordered it and figured all was well.  For the next couple of days, I experienced occasional use of my phone, but it was out most of the time.  Internet was in and out somewhat too, and I'm sure it was because of the modem.  But then I got an email from the phone company confirming my phone connection that would happen on the 22nd.  That's NOT what I was told, so I tried to call the woman who had signed the email.  I made 3 attempts, left voice mails and my work and cell phone numbers - and got no response.  The following day, however, she called me on my home number, and magically got through when it was working and left me a message.  And she THEN called me at work later that day, and told me that the hold up was due to me wanting to keep the same phone number but it looked like it would be available on Wednesday the 16th.  Ok, I can live with that, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Monday, the 14th, I returned home from work and found that my modem was TOTALLY down. No phone, no Internet.  I called the cable company and was told that my phone had already been shut off because I was changing carriers and apparently they had shut down the entire modem by mistake.  I was on the phone with them for over an hour, getting more and more angry about this, while they attempted to get my modem back "online".  They finally conceded that they needed to send service out to my house to replace the modem, and that would happen between 7:30 and 8 PM.  A couple friends stopped by and sat with me while awaiting the service person, cell phone in hand in case they would call (and YES I have given them my cell number repeatedly).  At 8:10 PM, I again called to see why no one had yet come, and was told that my service call had been canceled.  Why? I asked?  Because they had called me and I had not answered the phone.  They called my home phone number!  I LOST IT, went completely ballistic on the guy.  My friends were telling me to calm down, because I was so upset they feared I was going to have a stroke!  How incredibly STUPID - they cut off the phone, then call that number and don't come for service because I don't answer!!!!!! I cannot even begin to imagine the thought process that enabled that to happen.  I DEMANDED that they send someone immediately, he put me on hold for 25 minutes, then came back on and told me he couldn't get anyone this late.  I told him that was NOT acceptable, and demanded to speak to a supervisor.  He put me on hold, then cut me off.  I called back, wove through the menu and finally got to a woman who said she was the assistant to a supervisor.  I blasted her, told her about the events of the evening, and that I had HAD it with this terrible service.  She managed somehow to get my modem back online so I would have Internet, apologized and offered to send someone the next day.  I declined because I couldn't be there and was sick of dealing with them anyway.  After that Wednesday, I could take the modem back to the cable office and exchange it for a non-phone, Internet-only modem, so decided to do that.  But I told this woman that if anything else went wrong, I was done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, you guessed it, the following day I came home and the modem was back out.  So I called the phone company and ordered DSL through them.  Once it comes, I'm pulling the plug on the cable modem and will take it to the office and THROW it across the counter at someone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Wednesday, my new phone line was installed.  On the day it was promised.  Without a hassle.  What a concept!  And on Friday, my new wireless gateway for Internet was delivered. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus, the end of the cable story.  Unreal, but true.  I'm leaving television with the cable company because, so far, they haven't managed to muck it up.  But, unfortunately, it'll happen in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Customer service, in this industry at least, is apparently a thing of the past.  Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3453590254730702736?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3453590254730702736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3453590254730702736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3453590254730702736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3453590254730702736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/09/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service?'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SrWGYJOPV0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bhqhTHMW4yA/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8230790106275733910</id><published>2009-09-10T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:58:53.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished the wedding gown alterations!  Well - almost, but the hard part is done.  It was very scary to actually CUT into a 40-ish year old wedding gown, but I took a deep breath and did it.  The rest was easier, the neckline is finished and it looks quite nice, if I must say so myself. Here's hoping the bride-to-be is happy with it.  I still need to make the bustle, but that's nothing more than covering a button with a scrap of the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SqmEeN0VE-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_ByacQ0TTE/s1600-h/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SqmEeN0VE-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_ByacQ0TTE/s320/steelers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379976884510856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; satin removed during the alterations, sewing it onto the waistline on the dress, and then making a thread "loop" at the right place on the back of the dress (and yes, I have the place marked).  So I'll do that tonight while watching the first Steeler game of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to the southern Virginia mountains tomorrow to spend the weekend with some sewing buddies - and this  should be fun.  I think there will be 6 of us, and the requirement is to bring something I've made, plus directions to share with the rest of the group. We're going to bring laptops and swap embroidery designs too.  I need to decide what I want to work on, and then pack up all that stuff tonight.  Laundry is in the dryer right now, so I can pack clothes in a little while and have that ready.  I'll have time tomorrow to come home after work, because I'm going to a wedding at 7 PM, and will leave for the mountains right from there.    Should be fun - and there's the joy for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8230790106275733910?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8230790106275733910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8230790106275733910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8230790106275733910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8230790106275733910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-finished-wedding-gown-alterations.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SqmEeN0VE-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_ByacQ0TTE/s72-c/steelers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-4803585104663063927</id><published>2009-08-31T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:39:56.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always stated that I am the QUEEN of procrastination. And I'm still convinced that I hold that title.  Not only did I NOT finish my daughter's maternity dress yesterday as planned, but it is now 8:15 PM and I haven't started sewing on either that or the wedding gown as planned. Yea, I did a couple of chores around the house that needed done but that's not the point.  I am going to re-set goals here, finish the maternity dress tonight - and work on the wedding gown on Wednesday and Thursday evenings. That way I'll still have it done by this weekend, and that's the ultimate goal, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason I didn't sew yesterday as planned is because a friend G and I wen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpxtMKPs4CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9aUUzNSEADM/s1600-h/Cartoon-Baseball-Art-Icons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpxtMKPs4CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9aUUzNSEADM/s320/Cartoon-Baseball-Art-Icons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376292110849597474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to the local baseball game - and decided to leave earlier than originally planned.  We got a great parking spot, and the game was very good.  The weather cooperated too - it was a lovely evening to be sitting outside and enjoying the atmosphere of the baseball park.  I met up with a couple of co-workers and their families, and that was nice, plus had a delicious ice cream cone. However, the real fun happened as we were walking back to our car.  We took a short-cut through a parking lot and discovered, once we got to the end of that lot, that there was a railing and a 3-4 foot drop down to the next parking lot en route to the car.  G climbed through the railing and jumped down.  I fought the urge to turn around and walk the whole way back and go around the lot - and did the same thing!  As I was crawling through the rails, my cell phone went off - so we were giggling to "Mama Mia" while I was jumping down the drop and then collecting our things from wall where we'd set them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happiness and joy - hmm.  Well, I did enjoy having my daughter and son-in-law stop by to rescue me.  I was attempting to install my own programmable thermostat - how hard can it be!  I ran into one small hitch, tried calling the customer service number and got nowhere, so called in the family electrician instead. I still need to go over the programming but at least it's installed.  It was great seeing them (and my growing grand-baby-to-be), chatted with them some about some new things going on in their lives, and planning some future things with them.  It's truly a joy to see the two of them so happy with each other, things are going well for them and their growing family - I love both of them so much.   Work was ok today - not too stressful and I did receive a couple of compliments from customer and one of my bosses on some work I had completed - so that's a good thing.  The constant noise from "the other side of the wall" was still a problem, and I have no idea if and when any of that will ever change.  So I'm trying hard to focus on changing ME and how I deal with it.  But I'm not sure I'm winning that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID have a lovely chat with the attendant at the Costco gas pump when I went at lunchtime.  That sounds like a small thing but I'll find a happy moment whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to do a few things, perhaps sew?  More blogging soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-4803585104663063927?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4803585104663063927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=4803585104663063927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4803585104663063927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4803585104663063927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpxtMKPs4CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9aUUzNSEADM/s72-c/Cartoon-Baseball-Art-Icons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6698019229587596080</id><published>2009-08-30T12:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:33:53.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountabililty and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've decided that I need to use this blog for something more than whining about my day. I enjoy reading sewing blogs online, so one thought was to do something in that line, partly to help me accomplish more and make me more accountable for my oh-s0-limited sewing time. However, I want to go one step further - and make it about finding joy.  I'm working on some personal improvements and one of my "assignments" is to notice how much joy I experience each day.  So, while I will continue to relate the strange tales of my life to provide humor to those who read, I am going to include a sewing blog, which is one of my true loves, as well as other experiences that have resulted in happiness for me.  That said.... drumroll please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I made a big purchase - a Elna 344 serger. I've been using a practically-antique Pfaff 3-th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpqpMcwJhBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GSZCKWhG5RA/s1600-h/24-344-machine-profile_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpqpMcwJhBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GSZCKWhG5RA/s320/24-344-machine-profile_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375795136561775634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;read serger that I've had for close to 20 years, and it was used when I bought it!  Technology has changed so much and the machine has gotten to the point of being practically unusable.  Granted, if I spent a bunch of time tweaking the settings, I MIGHT be able to get it back to a decent overlock stitch. But that's all it is good for. Without the 4th thread, it does not sew a stable seam at all, so everything is a 2-step process (sew on the sewing machine, then serge on the serger).  My new serger will eliminate that and allow me to sew and serge a the same time, offering a secure seam AND finished seam allowances.  AND I can easily change to a flatlook stitch, and a rolled hem.  I got a really good deal on this machine, too good to pass up, so I decided to go for it.  I've unpacked and set up the machine in my sewing room, threaded and tested it, and I'm ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My current sewing project - and this is one that I intend to finish today - is a cute sun dress/jumper for my daughter (early maternity wear).  I had it finished but needed to amke an adjustment in the fit of the top, have the side seams ripped out and just need to put it back together again and topstitch.  So as soon as I finish emails (and blogs), and read the Sunday paper - I'm off to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have designated Monday evenings as "sewing night" for some time now, so I'm going to set my goal for tomorrow night's sewing project now.  I have been asked by son #1's fiance to make a neckline alteration on her wedding gown (her mother's) and need to get that done. They will be here in town in a few weeks and that has to be the final fitting.  I bought the lace I needed to finish the neckline, and have a game plan. So tomorrow I'm going to "do the deed".  I have to admit that I'm a bit nervous about cutting into a wedding gown, but I need to get over that and move ahead.   I will blog about that after I take a deep breath, pick up my scissors and .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About joy - It's just slightly after noon but I have two moments of joy to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, I went to church this morning, and sang as usual with the contemporary choir. I really enoyed a couple of the songs, and could tell that some members of the congreagation seemed to feel the same.  Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second - my daugher and son-in-law have just agreed to rent a house and plan to move in a couple of weeks.  So after church, I took a drive to find the house and get a first-hand look at it.  I had looked it up on Google maps, so knew how to get there from home, and found it to be a lovely and easy drive.  Even with 1 minor wrong turn (I passed the turn but knew it immediately), it only took me about 20 minutes from home, not bad at all. I'm concerned about cell-phone coverage in the area so have to remember to ask them about that.  But the house looks lovely, and I can picture them living there, and I know they will enjoy it. I can't wait to see the inside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow.  Until then - find JOY in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6698019229587596080?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6698019229587596080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6698019229587596080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6698019229587596080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6698019229587596080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/accountabililty-and-joy.html' title='Accountabililty and Joy'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SpqpMcwJhBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GSZCKWhG5RA/s72-c/24-344-machine-profile_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-7480078188739109543</id><published>2009-07-28T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:02:03.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Fallen - And I Can't Get Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just have to blog about something that happened to me this past Sunday evening. I've been trying to rearrange my bedroom and haven't come up with a plan that works for me.  While getting ready for bed that evening, I had an impulse to try a different idea, and moved around a couple pieces of furniture. I needed to move the foot of my bed over a few feet, so grabbed it by the very top of the post on the corner of the footboard and pulled very hard.  With a loud SNAP, the knobby thing came off in my hand and I went flying backwards, hitting my arm on a dresser and - more importantly - landing on one butt cheek on top of a pair of shoes.  And I landed HARD!  Tears instantly poured out of my eyes, it hurt so bad.  I laid on the floor and cried for a few minutes, thinking "I'm now an old lady, I've fallen and broken my hip, just put me out of my misery, and I need one of those thingy's that hang around my neck so I can call for help".  What was I going to do - even if I managed to crawl to a telephone, the doors are all locked so there's no way for the 911 crew to come inside and rescue me!  (Of course, my kids have keys to my house but who thought of that!)  After a few minutes, I realized that I could indeed move my feet and leg, and that maybe I hadn't broken anything after all.  I managed to crawl over to the bed, pulled myself up and found I could walk just fine. Yep, I was hurting but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hobbled into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a couple of ibuprofen, and went to bed.  Exhausted, I fell asleep prety quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:30 AM I awoke and rolled over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOUUCCHH!&lt;/span&gt;  That really hurt.  I managed to get comfy enough to doze off and on until morning, and then painfully got out of bed.  As I was getting ready to get into the shower, I got a glimpse of my butt in the mirror and saw a bruise about as big as the state of Texas on my ass!  LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Sm_JjvZaJNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wOx2sbisgOk/s1600-h/bruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Sm_JjvZaJNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wOx2sbisgOk/s320/bruise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727297077191890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't me - but my bruise is equally huge and colorful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Monday taking more ibuprofen and feeling pretty miserable, came home and went to bed fairly early.  Today was a bit better - and my bruise is turning lovely colors - rather purple now.  I can't wait to see what color it is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm graceful all right.  Now I need to figure out how to fix the bedpost.  And tonight my garbage disposal broke too.  Ah yea, I have a fun life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-7480078188739109543?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7480078188739109543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=7480078188739109543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7480078188739109543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7480078188739109543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-fallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html' title='I&apos;ve Fallen - And I Can&apos;t Get Up!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Sm_JjvZaJNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wOx2sbisgOk/s72-c/bruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-7180205966068199598</id><published>2009-07-06T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:16:31.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Critter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As previously mentioned, I just returned from a wonderfully long vacation at the Mountain House.  My friend K and I arrived there after working all day and a 5+ hour drive, around midnight.  The area was pitch black, and the blasted motion-sensor light wasn't working, so we were trying to get out of the car, pull out whatever bags were needed until morning, and get into the house in the dark. Fortunately I had a small flashlight in the car, so we put that to use.  K stopped and whispered loudly "There's something moving in the bushes", indicating the long row of day lillies in front of the porch.  I pointed the flashlight that way, and the rustling noise stopped, but we couldn't see anything. So we continued getting into the house, and K got up onto the porch first and again whispered "I'm telling you, there's something moving in there".  Fearing it was a snake, racoon or skunk (or even worse), I ran up onto the porch and then shone the flashlight around the area behind me.  To our surprise we saw ----- a box &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlKgIWuDfgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MVjL3D18IwM/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlKgIWuDfgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MVjL3D18IwM/s320/turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355518972295085570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turtle????  I had no idea they lived on the top of mountains - I always assumed they lived near streams and lakes.  Who knew!  The thing was pretty good sized - about the size of a large saucer or luncheon plate.  While we watched, it reached the edge of a landscape timber and rolled under the porch with a THUD!  So much for fierce mountain creatures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-7180205966068199598?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7180205966068199598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=7180205966068199598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7180205966068199598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7180205966068199598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/mountain-critter.html' title='Mountain Critter'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlKgIWuDfgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MVjL3D18IwM/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6642214162034073147</id><published>2009-07-06T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:49:44.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a few days since the infamous yellow jacket invasion, and I'd noticed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sizable&lt;/span&gt; lump on the underside of my jaw, getting bigger each day.  I had an appointment today for some follow-up blood work, so decided to call and see if I could have a doctor check out the lump, and was able to get at lunchtime today.  The doctor checked it out and isn't worried at all - says it's my lymph gland doing its job, fighting off what it views as an intruder in my system (aka bee sting stuff - I know there's a term for it but can't think of it at the moment).  He's prescribed anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inflammatory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for a week or so, and said if it doesn't go down - or if it gets any bigger - to call and come back in.  He said too, that this is the first time he's had a patient EAT a yellow jacket, although he did have one get stung on a lip when the bee was in a drink.  Another first for me - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6642214162034073147?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6642214162034073147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6642214162034073147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6642214162034073147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6642214162034073147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch-update.html' title='OUCH Update'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1343903517942208328</id><published>2009-07-05T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:53:42.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there I was, sitting on the deck of my cousin's mountain house, enjoying lunch outside one day of my much-needed week-long vacation.  I was eating a turkey and cheese sandwich, very tasty, relaxing and enjoying the beautiful weather.  I took another bite of my sandwich, and immediately noticed a very strange sensation in my mouth.  Something was definitely wrong - so I spit out the bite onto my plate and saw - a yellow jacket!  My tongue was stinging and burning, and I knew that I had been stung.  On my TONGUE!!!!!  I pulled an ice cube out of my glass of tea and held it on my tongue for a minute to try and numb it, but it didn't help much.  Going into the house, I tried to look at my tongue in the mirror and could see just a tiny red spot - not nearly as big as it felt, trust me.  My friend K who was with me asked if I'd ever had any strong reaction to bee stings, and was watching me closely.  We debated jumping into&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlFKn9C5leI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JV6JYa4fPvQ/s1600-h/yellowjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlFKn9C5leI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JV6JYa4fPvQ/s320/yellowjacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355143482182309346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the car and heading towards the hospital ER, about 20 minutes away, but it sure seemed like a silly thing to do for a bee sting. However, I'd never had one in such a sensitive place so I didn't know what to expect. We decided to wait it out and, while it was painful for the rest of the day and the next, it never caused any more problem.  But OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1343903517942208328?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1343903517942208328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1343903517942208328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1343903517942208328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1343903517942208328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SlFKn9C5leI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JV6JYa4fPvQ/s72-c/yellowjacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1655535636041470285</id><published>2009-06-24T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:07:47.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been struggling with some emotional stuff for a very long time - family issues, my divorce, my weight, and some problems with friends.  All of it has been snowballing and catching up with me, and I'd about decided that I needed to start seeing a therapist, and perhaps go back on anti-depressants for a while.  Well, I know now that I must do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I found myself in a very difficult situation. Someone I thought was a friend has accused me of doing something that simply isn't true.  I was completely caught off guard by the conversation, and am reeling emotionally from all of it.  Things have been changing within my group of friends for quite some time, and I've been questioning the future of our friendship but I now feel that things will never be ok again.  I'm angry and hurt - as is my friend, by what she believes I did.  But while I am deeply sorry that she's hurt, I know in my heart that I've done nothing wrong, and that I would never, ever act in the manner she's stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm taking some time off from everything to try to work through this pain, and am actively searching for a new therapist for some professional help too. I know from my past, that when things are so bad, I cannot deal with everything alone.  I also know that in time I will be ok, but will probably be minimizing, if not eliminating, contact with some of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've let a lot of things go over the past year or so, and I simply can't continue to put myself in the position of being hurt and criticized for my beliefs.  I've tolerated blank looks and no response when I've tried to discuss a problem, and no support when I've asked for help with my weight issues.   I've been put down because I believe strongly in volunteering with various charities, and have been laughed at because I don't know what "real work is" because I'm not in a certain profession.  This recent accusation is the proverbial straw, and this camel's back is painfully broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm retreating, I give up.  I've got to remove myself from what has become for me toxic relationships, and focus on me for a while.  I think it's about time, past time for this, and what I must - and will - do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1655535636041470285?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1655535636041470285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1655535636041470285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1655535636041470285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1655535636041470285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/struggling-again.html' title='Struggling Again'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-5473892072396449393</id><published>2009-06-13T17:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:56:41.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good New and Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SjQgBcQpAyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HuEhhSXCzWI/s1600-h/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SjQgBcQpAyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HuEhhSXCzWI/s320/penguins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346933866733568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ews is pretty fabulous. The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup last night - WAAA HOOOOO!  I miss being in Pittsburgh so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;much at times like this - because of the incredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ble feelings of spirit that everyone shares.  It was a wild play-off, but in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he end, we won and the feeling is wonderf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bad news - well, it's sad for me.  After 10 years in business, my favorite sewing shop, Sew Heavenly, closed it's doors today for the last time.  I've worked there almost since they opened, but never considered it a "job" - it was fun, and a privilege to work there.  I'm sure I spent more money there than I ever earned, and had a blast doing it.  Some of us are going to try hard to stay togethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r as a supper and sewing club, and I hope we do.  I got so much inspirati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SjQgedvfeCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGfHLf4QwXs/s1600-h/0511-0707-1812-2110_Sewing_Machine_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SjQgedvfeCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGfHLf4QwXs/s320/0511-0707-1812-2110_Sewing_Machine_clipart_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346934365347608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on and support from these women, and I don't want to give that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when a door closes, a window opens and I hope that is true.  But I don't deal well with changes - and this is a big one.  I've got lots to do, especially sewing, and that will keep me busy for quite some time.  And I'm sure I'll see many of the women at guild meetings, etc.  But I will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go sew........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-5473892072396449393?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5473892072396449393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=5473892072396449393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5473892072396449393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5473892072396449393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-new-and-bad-news.html' title='Good New and Bad News'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SjQgBcQpAyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HuEhhSXCzWI/s72-c/penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-523545632402256880</id><published>2009-06-08T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:17:58.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Weekend</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a lovely long weekend in the mountains of North Georgia with some of my Florida cousins.  We had such a fun weekend absorbing the peace that I always find there.  It is TRULY my favorite place on earth - and I treasure every moment there.  Lucky me - I'm heading back in just a few weeks for a whole WEEK - and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with my cousins, going out to eat, spending a VERY hot afternoon in Helen looking for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Si3TxytKHZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k-n_EBuWswc/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Si3TxytKHZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k-n_EBuWswc/s320/balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161185136876946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hot-air balloon festival that we never could find.  We had some good conversation, lots of laughs, and made some plans for future get-togethers too.  I'm going to make a trip to Tallahassee next spring to visit them - something I haven't done for a number of years, and it's about time.  I grew up with these cousins, and love the fact that we still manage to reconnect at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one close call that now i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Si3TLrwm3oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZFCG6uskOq8/s1600-h/vulture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Si3TLrwm3oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZFCG6uskOq8/s320/vulture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345160530437267074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s a bit funny.  I was driving my car with cousins in the front seat beside me and in the back seat, and the biggest dang bird I've EVER seen flew right in front of my windshield.  We all screamed - and I threw up my hands in the air (like that was going to help).  I don't know how we managed to NOT hit the thing and have it come crashing through the windshield.  Fortunatly no harm done - but MAN that scared me - all of us. I think it was a buzzard or turkey vulture or something similar - I could see individual black feathers, it was that close!  Of course, afterwards we were able to laugh about it, but for a few minutes there......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-523545632402256880?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/523545632402256880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=523545632402256880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/523545632402256880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/523545632402256880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-weekend.html' title='Mountain Weekend'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/Si3TxytKHZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k-n_EBuWswc/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-9106692738543146268</id><published>2009-06-03T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:49:18.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Office Dangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, my wrist that was 3-ringed is healed with just a small scar, so I guess fate had to give me another dose of reality.  Yesterday we finally got our new office chairs - black, sleak, high back, nice armrests, etc.  Late yesterday afternoon, I rolled over to my counter and pulled up close - too close!  I managed to get my pinky finger (on the same hand, of course) caught between arm rest and counter!  @#*@%)(!   I said very bad words - some I didn't even know I knew!  Honestly, you just can't control what comes out of your mouth at such times!  One of the salesmen poked his head around the corner to see if I was ok - and said he was shocked to hear me swear.  My new young salesman-in-training offered to get me ice (but I think he had a bit of a smirk on his face).  I now have a lovely bruise right at the base of the fingernail and I'm sure the nail will be marked as it grows out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, karma happens.  This morning, the very same smirky salesman-in-training did the SAME thing to his finger.  More bad words followed.  I offered ice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've now adjusted the arms of our chairs - and advised others who have the same ones - so that they are either higher or WAY lower than the countertop.   A painful lesson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-9106692738543146268?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/9106692738543146268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=9106692738543146268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/9106692738543146268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/9106692738543146268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-office-dangers.html' title='More Office Dangers'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1649205102063869508</id><published>2009-05-06T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:42:44.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perils of Office Supplies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok I know that I haven't blogged for a very long time, but I'm not going to make excuses or dwell on it. Stuff happens and gets in the way of your best intentions, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a painful accident at work a couple days ago involving normal office supplies. Who know how dangerous a simple 4" 3-ring binder could be!  I was cleaning out old files as we were in the process of moving offices, and we use these binders for some of the larger order files.  These were old, old files, extra copies, not originals, so were being thrown away, while saving the binders for future use (yea, thinking green and recycling!)  I had finished cleaning out one of the larger binders and pushed up the release to close the rings without realizing that my arm was in the way.  The thing clamped shut on the edge of my wrist and I couldn't get it off - and MAN it hurt. I said a choice bad word or two, struggled with it and managed to get free of it. Already blood was starting to run down my arm a little bit, so I grabbed a tissue, wiped if off, and put some pressure on the stinging wound.  OUCH!  Since I was still moving and unpacking boxes, I tried to put a band-aid over the area and go on with work, but it wouldn't stick well. After a while, once the bleeding had stopped, I got a new one and some ointment and that one did stick better.  As the day went on, I noticed how sore the area was, particularly when I bumped it or tried to type.  By the next morning, it wasn't really hurting all that much but it's swollen and very bruised - and the marks from the little ring "teeth" looks like an insect or snake bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My caution to anyone who reads this - beware the danger of your "normal" office items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1649205102063869508?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1649205102063869508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1649205102063869508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1649205102063869508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1649205102063869508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/perils-of-office-supplies.html' title='Perils of Office Supplies'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3484933172058305848</id><published>2008-12-08T23:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:42:34.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryer Lint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, I lead such an exciting life. This evening, I tackled the lovely job of cleaning the lint out of my dryer and the vent line. My 14-year old dryer is taking longer and longer to dry a load of clothes, and I REALLY don't want to replace it right now. So I started searching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to see what I might do to improve things. Everything I read suggested taking everything apart and vacuuming out all of the lint, so I set about to do that. Let me tell you - it was pretty ugly and I'm sure fairly comical. Picture this - I've pulled the dryer out from the closet where it lives between the washer and the wall - not a whole lot of work room. I managed to squeeze in behind it, unplugged it and took a small but powerful hand vacuum back there with me, along with a folding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;step stool&lt;/span&gt; and a screwdriver. I managed to clean out a LOT of lint out of the back of the dryer and the line going into the wall, and climbed out after reconnecting everything (using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;step stool&lt;/span&gt;), although not particularly gracefully. Then I jammed the vacuum hose down into the lint filter on the top front of the dryer and MAN it was bad. No wonder the thing hasn't been working well. Here's hoping that does the trick and it works better now. I'm off to really wash my hands - I feel really grubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A side note here - if you google "dryer lint" - it's amazing what you find. There are people who dream up USES for the stuff! Now, I know from back when I was a girl scout leader that it's great for fire starters - very flammable stuff. But that's ALL I ever did with it. If you think my life is bad, read some of the blogs other people have about finding uses for the stuff. Here's my suggestion - THROW IT AWAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm SUPPOSED to be doing either Christmas decorating or sewing but didn't accomplish either. Well, I DID do a bit of fabric stash searching for some gifts I'm planning to make but that's about it. Last evening I got my beautiful lighted wreath (courtesy of brother Ron) and a small lit potted tree on my front porch, fought for quite some time to get the blasted timer to reset but I finally got it to work, and it's lovely out there. The lights come on at dusk, and will go off at 12:15. Around 11:30 last night, I was snuggled in bed and reading "Marley and Me" when my phone rang. My neighbor across the street was being helpful and letting me know I hadn't turned out my front lights. I explained the timer setup and I think she's jealous that she has to go out and plug or unplug her lights! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of the rest of my Christmas decorations are piled all around my living room in their plastic totes, waiting to be sprung. It'll happen within the next couple of days. I enjoy Christmas decorating but it IS a lot of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We might get snow flurries and/or ice over night - have to get up early in the morning to allow for scraping off the car and slippery roads. Off to wash up and hit the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I have great satisfaction knowing that my dryer is relatively lint-free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3484933172058305848?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3484933172058305848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3484933172058305848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3484933172058305848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3484933172058305848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/12/dryer-lint.html' title='Dryer Lint'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3327283973762676570</id><published>2008-12-01T23:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:48:05.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Sewing - and a Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whew, it's been way too long since I have posted on this blog. Life has been hectic, and that's an understatement. Work has been incredibly busy and stressful - and yes, I have had "the talk" with the bosses about needing to change the situation. So far, nothing has changed but they DID listen to me and seem to understand and appreciate my need to de-stress. A week of vacation has helped tremendously. I need to find me a rich sugar-daddy to support me so I can do that all the time ----- NOT! Today was my first day back, after a 9 day break (3 vacation days, 2 weekends and 2 holidays for Thanksgiving) and I worked an hour late just trying to get caught up a little bit. I fear that will be the pattern for at least a bit longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, now I titled this post "Holiday Sewing" for a reason. I am a member of a Yahoo group that is sewing related, and this year joined a Christmas ornament swap. Each person in the group makes 5 ornaments and sends them to the other 4 members of the group, plus one goes to the sewing diva who inspired the group. (She sends 2 ornaments to every one of us). So I will get 6 in return. The rules are simple - they must be hand sewn, but otherwise everyone can be creative. Mine are smocked, and I worked feverishly last week to get them all done. I completed the smocking yesterday, and mounted each onto the Styrofoam ball last evening. The only thing I had to do tonite was put on a little lace circle "topper", then add ribbons for decoration and hanging. After working late, stopping at the gym, and then fixing and eating some dinner, I finally got ready to start working on them. To my dismay, I discovered I had ABSOLUTELY no white lace in the house. I have pink lace, black lace, tiny white edging, and a LOT of ecru - but none of that would work. I had long ago changed out of my work-out clothes when I got home - So - at 8:40 PM I stuffed my pj top down into my knit pants, put on clogs over my fuzzy warm socks, and zipped up my winter coat so that no one could see my pj top (a retro print with wringer washing machines, irons, aprons, etc. - cute but not exactly something I want to wear in public). And off to Joann Fabrics I went - knowing it is a 7 minute drive and they close at 9:00. I prayed the whole way that I didn't get a flat tire or accident or anything - and fortunately I didn't. And I'm very happy to report that my ornaments are now done, ready to mail tomorrow. I'm going to take pictures and will post one on here tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3327283973762676570?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3327283973762676570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3327283973762676570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3327283973762676570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3327283973762676570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-sewing-and-laugh.html' title='Holiday Sewing - and a Laugh'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-2199434621455247826</id><published>2008-09-14T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:27:54.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been struggling for some time with a friend who has become very difficult.  I'm not sure what is going on with her, although I know there are some family stresses in her life in the past and present, and suspect she has not/is not dealing with them very well. And I don't mean to sound critical about that - I am concerned as a friend.  For the second time in less than a week, this woman has blown up about something, and has ruined an event we had planned.  Sometimes I feel that she is singling me out, for some reason,  and has on more than one occasion, verbally attacked me because of something I believe in.  Sometimes, like tonight, she is angry at a group of us for not doing something the way she wanted it done.  She's pretty controlling and highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinionated&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a big part of the problem.  But I suspect it goes much deeper than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried hard to figure out how to deal with this, and I'm at a loss.  I feel that no matter what I do, I am always wrong in her eyes.  There are many topics that I am afraid to discuss with my group of friends any more, because of her reaction in the past. And for that I am very sad.  These women have been very dear friends for so many years, and our relationships are some of the best I've ever had in my life.  I cannot discuss, for example, my work with the homeless, or my daughter's anxiety problems, or a bad day at work, for fear of being verbally blasted.  I can't even discuss a recipe, because she always has a better way of doing it and she is always right.   (And that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; - I don't cook that much!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I KNOW that it is her, and not me, but that's not much of a consolation.   I truly do not know what to do, or how to handle this, other than to reduce the time I am around this woman until she works through her issues. And, unfortunately, that probably means I reduce the time with my other friends as well, and I don't really want to do that.  I'm trying hard to branch out and join other groups, get involved in other activities, etc.  but it's really tough.  I know that the other women in my group are upset and concerned about this friend as well, but none of us know how to help her or what to do.  It's very frustrating for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know how many people, if any, read this blog. For the most part, I write for myself. But if anyone does, and has any magical words of wisdom, please share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm off to bed to try to sleep.  I'm still pretty keyed up so that won't be easy, but......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-2199434621455247826?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2199434621455247826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=2199434621455247826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2199434621455247826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2199434621455247826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/difficult-people.html' title='Difficult People'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-4585032609381465980</id><published>2008-09-08T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:15:34.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiffy Lube????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had some history with Jiffy Lube - and I'm not criticizing the company in any way. I've gone to the location closest to my office for several years for oil changes and inspections, and have no problem with the quality of my work. But several years ago I had a scary (but very funny) experience, and I had another one today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's #1 - About 3 years ago, I went to Jiffy Lube right after work (5 PM) knowing that they were open until 6, and I urgently needed an oil change. After talking with the two young men who were working about my car, I ventured into the waiting room. I sat a bit, watching TV and reading the newspaper, and noticed that the phone in the office rang several times but they ignored it. There were no other customers and just the two employees who were working on my car. After a few minutes, I decided to visit the rest room, which was a one-stall unisex type. As I locked the door behind me, I noticed that it was one of those bar-slider locks, and the little handle was missing, but thought nothing of it. After taking care of the necessary business and washing my hands, I went to open the door and discovered that I could not unlock it. Without the little handle, it was impossible to slide the bar. I started to panic just a little but then started laughing, thinking of how ridiculous this situation was. I started to get my cell phone out but then decided that wouldn't help - they weren't answering the phone anyway. And what was I going to do - call 911 and tell them I was locked in the bathroom at the Jiffy Lube? It was now close to 6 PM on Friday and it occurred to me that they might lock up and go home if they didn't see me. What a way to spend the weekend! I started digging through my purse and found a pen, took it apart, and managed to use the ink barrel part to slide the bar open enough to get the door open. Whew! I took my seat, laughing to myself, thinking of how the headlines in the newspaper would read - "Woman trapped inside Jiffy Lube bathroom for entire weekend".... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trust me, I'm now VERY cautious about using public bathrooms and double check the lock before going in. Oh and I'd like to add that the next time I visited this location - they had a new lock on the door. I suspect I wasn't the only victim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, here's what happened today. That particular Jiffy Lube had closed and customers were directed to go to a different one a few miles away. I went at lunchtime today, badly in need of an oil change, and it seemed fine. There was only one truck already up on a rack with 2 men looking at it so it shouldn't be a long wait. After just a minute, an attendant came out to me and said he could have it done during my lunch hour without difficulty, and directed me into the lounge. Before I even made it to the lounge, I noticed that another worker was now driving my car onto a ramp to be worked on. Great, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took a seat in the waiting room, which was empty otherwise, and began looking through some papers I had brought with me. After a few minutes, I noticed that a man kept walking around outside the glass door leading to the work area, looking in at me. Thinking that perhaps he was an employee and needed to talk to me about my car, I looked at him and smiled, but he walked away again, so I returned to my reading. After a few minutes, I heard someone open the door and enter the waiting room, walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. Looking up, I saw it was the same man, and he was just standing there smiling and looking at me. I said hello, and he said "Hello, how are you doing today?". I replied, politely "Fine thanks - and I hope you are doing well too", and he said he was. I realized he was digging into his pocket for change, and that I was sitting beside a soda machine, somewhat blocking it - and offered to move out of his way. He assured me that I was fine, started getting his drink out of the machine, all the while looking at me. He again asked how I was doing and I again thanked him and said I was fine. He kept looking at me, and then said, "You're beautiful". Now, I am not the type of woman who gets complimented or hit on EVER, so I was stunned and speechless. I finally stammered a "thank you" and looked down again at my reading. He stood for a moment, and then left the area. But every time I looked up, he was standing out in the garage, looking at me. It was really creepy, to be honest, and I was getting a bit concerned. If he was an employee, he would have access to my personal information and that concerned me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few more minutes, the fellow who HAD been working on my car came in to finalize the transaction and I walked over to the counter. I could see through the window behind him, and the "creepy" man had gotten into a car and was driving away. That made me feel better but still.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life is now complete- I've been hit on by a greasy creepy looking guy at the Jiffy Lube!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-4585032609381465980?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4585032609381465980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=4585032609381465980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4585032609381465980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4585032609381465980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/09/jiffy-lube.html' title='Jiffy Lube????'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1806083925279921961</id><published>2008-08-25T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:17:06.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perils of Internet Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a date last Saturday night, the first since the relationship with S ended in December. Of course, I met this fellow J thru an online dating site, and after emailing for a while and then a week or so of phone calls, we decided to meet for dinner at a casual restaurant in a busy shopping center not too far from home. I was a bit skeptical, based on his profile and our conversations, but figured it wouldn't hurt to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, from the minute he got out of his car, I knew that this was a shipwreck. Unkempt isn't nearly strong enough of a word, and I don't believe he'd ever had any dental work. We entered the cafe and studied the menu, and it was apparent he'd never been there before nor understood the concept (not a difficult one either). I insisted on paying for my own meal, because I didn't want to be obligated in any way - nor did I feel good about causing a problem with the very tight budget he mentioned frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We settled into a booth and began eating and talking - at least, he talked, I listened. I was lectured and preached at for the next hour (it felt like a day), about politics and religion and everything else under the sun. If I questioned something he said, or disagreed, he increased the volume of his voice and kept going. Among other things, I was informed that God forgives me for getting divorced because my husband committed adultery. Like I needed to hear that! I learned that he was raised in the Jewish faith, spent over 10 years as a Jehovah Witness, and is now Baptist. He quoted scriptures right and left, and obviously, in his opinion, knew all the answers. Not a particularly endearing quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried hard to smile and pretend I was listening, all the while trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. My friend K had offered to call me to give me an "out" if needed and I was kicking myself for not taking her up on that offer. The more he talked, the louder he got and I knew that other diners were looking at us. I was embarrassed and mad -mostly at myself for getting into this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally we finished eating and I excused myself to the ladies room, taking my purse with me, praying that I would get a cell phone signal in there (I did!). I called Kay and quietly mumbled "please call me in like an hour" into the phone (fearing he might hear my voice). At that moment, someone KNOCKED on the door - so I abruptly hung up, flushed and washed my hands. Upon leaving the rest room, I discovered that it was a female employee checking to see if she could come in to clean - so I wasn't caught after all. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went outside to sit at a table in the middle of the parking lot (away from other people was my thought), and continued to talk (and argue) about everything and anything. At one point, when I disagreed with a statement he made, he assured me it was accurate because he had seen it on You-Tube. And THAT'S an authority? Unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally my cell phone rang, and I proceeded to converse with K about her bad back and agreed to come and take her to the emergency room. I politely apologized, thanked him for meeting me for dinner, and tried to get to my car. It took 10 minutes before I could get away from him. I drove around the corner and waited to make sure I saw his car pull away, then drove down the block to the bookstore where K and another friend were having coffee (and waiting to find out what had happened). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some laughs and me groaning, "why do I do this to myself", I headed home. By mid-day Sunday, he had emailed me and called both my house and cell phone (I didn't answer). Finally, I knew I had to get it over with - and sent him an email. I tried hard to be polite and explained that I felt we had too different opinions about some important issues, and that I didn't feel we had much in common. He got the message, sent me back a snippy email and I suspect that will be the end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So why DO I do this to myself? I'm not all that lonely, not desperate, but I sure would love to have someone in my life to spend time with sometimes. I don't do bars, go to church but single men don't - where else does an over 50 single woman meet men? I have NO idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to sewing and spending time with my girlfriends I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a happier note, I'm looking forward to a trip to my cousin's Mountain House - my favorite place on earth. With all the work-related stress of the past couple months, I'm so ready for this vacation. Maybe I'll meet a mountain man - ---- NOT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1806083925279921961?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1806083925279921961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1806083925279921961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1806083925279921961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1806083925279921961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/08/perils-of-internet-dating.html' title='Perils of Internet Dating'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3988413356753813730</id><published>2008-08-06T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:20:41.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I'm done having a pity party for myself, and moving on with life. Truthfully I've been so busy at work that I don't have TIME to wallow in pity. And that's a good thing.  I'm trying hard to just let go of my hurt/anger and move on with life. And I do feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a fun evening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;.  One of my friends and I went to an old, restored theatre to watch Hitchcock's "Rear Window", which is my favorite Hitchcock film.  It was so cool seeing it on the big screen rather than on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  There was a good crowd in theatre, and by their reactions, it's safe to say that many of them had never seen this film.  That made it fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm excited that I will be picking up my new sewing machine on Saturday - I can't wait. This is going to open up a whole new dimension of sewing for me.  Now I just have to pay for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank goodness tomorrow is Thursday and the week is coming to and end. It's been a tough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3988413356753813730?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3988413356753813730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3988413356753813730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3988413356753813730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3988413356753813730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-better.html' title='Things are better....'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6172738460498332377</id><published>2008-08-03T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:43:20.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Struggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the first weekend in August, it's hot and I'm overworked and tired.  Very tired.  And really struggling with so many issues. It seems like just about everything in my personal life has bottomed out, and I'm overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends had talked about going to the beach for a few days all summer. I told them I couldn't take an entire week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;, but that I could do a long weekend, and I was really looking forward to getting away.  The ONLY time I've taken off this summer was Memorial Day - when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johnstown&lt;/span&gt; with my daughter - and 2 days a few weeks ago to go to the SW VA mountains with two friends.  I tried to plan a trip for all of us to go spend up to a week at the Mountain House, including over my birthday, but no one wanted to go. So I cancelled it (and at least one of my friends seemed happy that I did).  My feelings were a bit hurt, but I went on, because I know that not everyone loves that place as much as I do.    I really was looking forward to spending my birthday there, but it just wasn't meant to be.  My boss's wife is scheduled for a C-section tomorrow (their 3rd baby), and I knew that of all the weeks in the summer, that would be the one week that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take off.  I stated that frequently, as they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hemmed&lt;/span&gt; and hawed around about setting a date for this trip. Well, you guessed it, they are planning it for this next week and of course I cannot go.  And they actually seemed surprised when I said that I couldn't.  I am hurt and disappointed about the trip, but this is much deeper.  I'm starting to question these friendships. At one time, I felt that these women were sisters, and were as important to me as family - and I felt that I was to them. But I certainly don't feel that way now. There's been several other small issues come up over the past few months that have added to my feelings, of course.  Sometimes it seems that things that matter to me aren't very important to them, and they don't take my concerns seriously.  I feel very little or no support for some of the things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; are important.  And that hurts me a lot.  Bottom line, these women are pretty much my ONLY friends, and that's my fault. I've let a lot of other relationships slide because I felt these were more important. But I think I've done the proverbial "put all my eggs in one basket", and now I'm feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The same thing carries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; to work, to work at the fabric shop and even to choir. I feel like I've let so many things slide, and now I feel like I don't fit in anywhere.  Yes, this is my fault - I take responsibility for that- but what do I do about it.  And that's where I am right now, really struggling with it.  How can I turn this around and make my life better, make it fuller and rich with the friendships that I have always treasured.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying hard not to dwell on any of this, but it is hard.  They're excitedly talking about the trip that I cannot go on, and next week will be talking about it and that will hurt too.  In the past, on of my friends had made the statement that if we all can't go, none of us should. Now, I don't feel that way at all, I really don't.  But I know that I would NEVER have planned a trip knowingly excluding one of them.  And I can't let go of the fact that they've done exactly that.  Yes, I did tell one of them how I felt and I'm pretty sure she has shared that with the other two women.  I got an email from one with a lot of excuses about why it is so hard for us to all get together, but I think that's BS.  This is the ONLY week for the entire summer that I couldn't go, and they chose to disregard that.  I think it's rude, and I would never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; done that to one of them.  So what do I do, and how do I go on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying to stay busy but it's tough.  I feel like crying pretty much constantly, and that's not good.  Throw in a few other issues for me (my unhappiness with my weight, my genuine concerns for my financial future, not to mention the whole allergy thing) and I'm really floundering.  If I continue feeling like this, I will seek out some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;, because I value that help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life goes on, and so must I.  It's not the end of the world, and I know it will work out in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6172738460498332377?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6172738460498332377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6172738460498332377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6172738460498332377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6172738460498332377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-struggling.html' title='I&apos;m Struggling'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1719677215492484830</id><published>2008-06-29T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:51:19.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awful Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's Sunday night, after 10 PM and another work week will be starting in a few hours.  At least this will be a short one, with the July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on Friday.  And it HAS to be better than last week. Here's the saga......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started last Sunday afternoon.  I had gone to church, stopped at the grocery store on the way home, fixed some lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt; down to read the news paper.  I don't know what happened or how it started, but my right eye started itching and I rubbed it. MISTAKE!  Within a short period of time, it got worse and worse, and by morning, I looked like someone had punched me in the eye. It was swollen on both the upper lid and underneath my eye, making it very difficult to see. I had taken some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; before going to bed, and used allergy eye drops, but they didn't seem to help much.  I went to work Monday morning, scared a few people, told them I didn't know if I would make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the day, but I did, with some difficulty.  The combination of a limited vision field and my bifocals didn't exactly make it easy to see the computer screen!  But as the day went on, it started getting a bit better. I kept putting ice on it, and taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; at night and by Wednesday, it was barely visible.  I still don't know what started it but speculate that I may have touched something at the grocery store (produce with some pesticide residue perhaps), and then touched my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fast forward to Thursday.  I went with friends to the last Beach Music concert in downtown Greensboro - a "take your own chair" type of thing.  I had to rush to meet everyone and was a bit annoyed about some of it but it was actually very nice.  However, my hands started itching and I realized I was breaking out in hives again.  I've been so careful about the soap at work, so it's not that.  I got home late that evening (more on that follows below), rubbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cortisone&lt;/span&gt; cream all over them and got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; going again.  The next morning, they were even worse. I went to work but was miserable, so wound up calling my doctor and running to show him. His opinion about both the eye and the hives is that I've developed some new allergy, and probably the fact that I'm on medication already has kept it from being any worse than this. So I'm on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prednisone&lt;/span&gt; for a week, which has helped tremendously, on a different allergy medication to see if that helps and if it doesn't, I'll be sent to an allergist to help figure out what's going on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now about Thursday night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I arrived home, I was surprised to see that my laptop was on.  I was pretty sure I had shut it down when I left in the morning, and it should have been in hibernate mode even if I hadn't.  Thinking that perhaps Matt had stopped by and used it, I brushed it off as nothing. After checking email, I shut it down and went to get ready for bed. While brushing my teeth, I THOUGHT I heard the start-up music, but then decided it was something on TV and went to bed. HOWEVER, around 4:15 AM, I woke up hearing that same sound and knew something was up.  Sure enough, my laptop was on.  I shut it down, and it came back on.  I repeated that several times with the same result. What the HECK was going on.  I unplugged it and finally shut it down again, flipped it over and removed the battery.  That broke the cycle and it stayed off.  I tried turning it on, and then shut down again and it stayed off.  Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By that time, it was 5 AM and I needed to be up to head to the homeless shelter to help prepare breakfast as I do most Friday mornings.  Usually we have a volunteer staff of 15-20 people, which is a good number to prepare food for up to 120 guests.  HOWEVER, this week we had only 10 volunteers show up, and we had 65 guests.  I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt; cooking, helped get the bread buttered for toasting, cracked 4 dozen eggs and scrambled them ready for cooking, turned the sausage, put the pans of bread in the oven to toast, cut up a dozen or so oranges into quarters, got the sausage and toast out of the oven and into pans ready for serving, and helped finish up the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the lunches we also distribute.  We ALL had to really hustle to make the meal happen. We got it served and started to clean up. I wound up cleaning out and scraping the cooked-on grits from the warming pan, which is an ugly task. I had grits on my face, all over both hands, even in my eyebrows.  I was hot and sweaty and just wanted to go home and take a shower - but instead I went to work. I had a clean shirt and washed up in the bathroom with paper towels (mental note - put a towel and washcloth in the car for such incidents), and spent the day at work. No wonder the hives on my hands got worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By 5 I was exhausted, and just wanted to home and crash, which I did.  The rest of the weekend was much more relaxed and peaceful, although we've had some nasty storms.  And a beautiful rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See what happens when I don't post often enough - I write a book!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Monday, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1719677215492484830?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1719677215492484830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1719677215492484830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1719677215492484830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1719677215492484830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-awful-week.html' title='My Awful Week'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8996527032669571019</id><published>2008-05-19T19:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:00:41.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to do a very difficult thing today - euthanize one of my cats. Keiko, a 7-1/2 year old female was originally my daughter's but became mine after she left home. A few years ago she started having some urinary problems (passing some blood in her urine), leading to about a year of weekly vet vists for what was assumed to be an infection. After months of this (and frustration of feeling that it wasn't helping), I took her to another vet - the Cat Clinic - for another opinion before putting her down then. They quickly &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SDOCJRVRfwI/AAAAAAAAACc/ysC1jbvpKw4/s1600-h/Keiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202645090326118146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SDOCJRVRfwI/AAAAAAAAACc/ysC1jbvpKw4/s320/Keiko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;discovered that her problem was due to crystals in her urine, building up in her bladder. After spending about $1000 for surgery to fix her up, tests showed that she would need to remain on special food in order to avoid a relapse. Well, I've done all that but after only around 18 months, the problem returned, even worse than it was originally. I had been watching her for the past few weeks because she seemed rather "bitchy" towards the other cats and me, and was very agressive with the neighborhood cat that lurks outside my window often. I suspected that she might be having a problem, and that was confirmed this weekend when she started urinating blood - BAD. I conferred with all my kids and they all agreed that it was time to end her suffering. I know we were out of options and that I simply couldn't afford another surgry and the releated follow up care. So I called the local animal shelter and arranged for them to put her down after I got her there. I have to say that it was tougher than I expected - I felt so bad leaving her there in a cage, looking at me with those trusting eyes. But I do know that we'd done all we could and this was for the best - but I still cried all the way home. My other two cats will adjust, as will I, and this will make life just a little bit easier for all of us. But nevertheless .... it was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodbye Brat Cat - you were a sweetie when you wanted to be. I will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8996527032669571019?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8996527032669571019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8996527032669571019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8996527032669571019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8996527032669571019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/SDOCJRVRfwI/AAAAAAAAACc/ysC1jbvpKw4/s72-c/Keiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-720731830682284178</id><published>2008-04-10T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:28:22.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, I'm being a terrible blogger!  Things have been crazy at work - I've been putting in some overtime and come home exhausted - too exhausted to play on the computer much, that's for sure.  But here's all the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First -my foot.  Well the good news is that I'm out of the blasted boot for good.  The bad news is that my foot hurts. Pretty much all the time. I'm not a happy camper. My doctor said to give it a few weeks and I know these things take time. I've done some online research and healing from this procedure continues for about 6 months.  So I guess I have to hang in there. I just want it feeling better NOW!  I was thinking that I didn't have this problem when I had the same surgery on my right foot but....  A friend reminded me that shortly after getting out of the boot that time, I got sick with pancreatitis and was in bed for a couple of months, so my foot didn't get much workout.  Comparing my current foot situation with then isn't exactly fair, I guess, so I am trying not to do that.  I just want to be able to do "normal" things without hurting.  I can't even go to the gym - and that leads to my weight problem. I'm not at all happy with myself - I know I've put on about 15 lbs. and I feel miserable.  I just can't seem to get under control.  I'm very frustrated and that's not helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The really great news is that I bought a new laptop computer -  a Dell. It arrived on Monday and I've spent every evening since then trying to get things set up. I had to buy a new router and was in computer HE-double hockeysticks with it all.  But FINALLY I've got everything working and I am sitting on my butt on the couch with my feet up, playing on the computer. Way cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spring may have finally arrived - I had to cut my grass out in my backyard last evening. I have a small postage stamp parcel of yard that is my responsibility - the rest is cared for by the homeowner's association.  They came around with pine straw and it looks nice. I'm going to clean up the wood chips around all the flower beds in my back yard and put some pine straw there too - I think it will be nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's about it - I'm tired and going to bed soon.  More later I am sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-720731830682284178?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/720731830682284178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=720731830682284178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/720731830682284178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/720731830682284178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-update.html' title='April Update'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-877260462756501152</id><published>2008-03-23T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:25:26.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few weeks ago, 10 members of my extended family gathered together at a beach house on Edisto Island, SC to celebrate a 50th birthday. It was wonderful - the weather was a bit cool and windy, and there were some problems with the heating at the house - but overall it was great. Ok, there WAS that horrible dinner we had out but at least we had fun in the process. We're in the process of sharing pictures and, once we all get them posted on the web site, I'm going to make a photobook documenting the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never before stayed in a house right on the beach and I have to say that it was wonderful. I even ditched the DANGED BOOT for a short period and walked on the beach two different mornings, and gathered up a bunch of seashells. I even found a sand dollar - my first! And there were dolphins swimming just off the beach, very visible from the house. I was thrilled, but none of the pictures I tried to take worked out showing the beautiful creatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't able to sleep well, of course, but was up and outside for two&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R-agDPyVIuI/AAAAAAAAACI/nWOQ0pNjVCo/s1600-h/The+Great+Escape+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181004398974018274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R-agDPyVIuI/AAAAAAAAACI/nWOQ0pNjVCo/s320/The+Great+Escape+040.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the most beautiful sunrises I've ever seen - here's a picture of one of them. Now I don't know which I love best - sunrise in the mountains, or at the beach. It's a touch choice - I love both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-877260462756501152?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/877260462756501152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=877260462756501152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/877260462756501152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/877260462756501152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R-agDPyVIuI/AAAAAAAAACI/nWOQ0pNjVCo/s72-c/The+Great+Escape+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-4059599309660678074</id><published>2008-03-22T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:13:47.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here and Struggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much has happened since my last blog. I'm still here, and currently really struggling with my emotions.  There's multiple reasons why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, the foot. I'm still wearing "the blasted boot" and am so sick of it.  It's bad enough to have to clump around with the darn thing on, but sleeping while wearing it is virtually impossible. So I'm sleep deprived too and, after a month, it's getting really old.  I see my doctor on Monday and will probably get to quit wearing it during the day, but I know that I'll have to continue using it at night. I know it's for the best, so that my foot will continue to heal well - and I know it helped my right foot heal after the same surgery 3 years ago. But right now, in my foggy mind, it doesn't really matter. I just want a good night's sleep!  Even taking Tylenol PM isn't helping any more.  And it's certainly not helping the rest of the emotional crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm very concerned about the health of one of my dear sisters, who's been fighting a health crisis for several years.  There's a new complication, and things aren't good.  I'm terribly worried about her - but also about my brother and younger sister. They've been so close to her, and this is very difficult for them.  We've all lost so many family members over the past few years, and the times we spend together are even more important because of that. We'll all stick together and help each other but......  this is so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learned earlier this week that a good friend, one of the owners of the fabric shop where I sometime work, has been very ill. She developed a strep infection in the index finger of her right hand and, inspite of antibiotics and other treatment, had to have the finger amputated on Thursday.  I hate that for her - she's such a sweet lady and never stops sewing, so this is going to be a difficult thing for her to handle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tying hard to deal with it, but tonite I am feeling particularly low, and very alone.  Last year, on the night before Easter, I had my first date with S - and I can't help remembering how wonderful that was - and how good it felt to have someone care about me.  Try as I might, I can't quite get him out of my mind.  Time will help, I know, but tonite I feel like crap about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life just really stinks sometimes.  For all of these reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-4059599309660678074?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4059599309660678074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=4059599309660678074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4059599309660678074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4059599309660678074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-here-and-struggling.html' title='Still Here and Struggling'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3349913475286825917</id><published>2008-03-01T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:24:14.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a great time last night at a sewing lock-in at my favorite fabric shop, Sew Heavenly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm a bit prejudiced&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lKYuj54FI/AAAAAAAAACA/5u3Qu2V5FXQ/s1600-h/sewing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172747435687665746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lKYuj54FI/AAAAAAAAACA/5u3Qu2V5FXQ/s320/sewing.bmp" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since I work there I guess, but it really is a delightful shop and I love being a small part of it. The event started at 6 but I had dinner with my girlfriends and made it there around 8:30. I was surprised at how many women were there, sewing away - probably about 20 or 25 I'd say. There was a ton of food, though I didn't share that since I had just eaten. Women were buying supplies, working on project, helping each other, all amid lots of conversation and laughter. It was great. The shop does this every time there is a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Friday in a month - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; looks like May will be the next time. Count me in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never actually SEWED but I did make a lot of progress on a project I've been wanting to start for over a year. I'm going to make a cute jacket, made primarily out of cotton/linen dish towels. Of course, I decided to use a different pattern and do it my own way, so that will take a bit longer, but I think it's going to be really pretty. I bought the fabric for the lining, the bias binding, trace-a-pattern and, oh yea, a new pattern. Considering all the dish towels I bought last year, I think I now have about $50 invested in this jacket! I keep referring to it as my $900 jacket (but the price keeps going up as I keep adding new items and make changes). All I got done last night was picking out and buying the fabric for the lining and bias, and tracing each piece of the pattern 3 times!!!! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; boring but necessary and I'm glad that part is done. So now the fun can begin. When I get it done, I'll post a picture on here. But don't hold your breath and sit by with eager anticipation - I'm rather slow at this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm hoping to do a little furniture shopping today - we'll see how that goes with THE BOOT! Oh - to go back to the sewing thread - I've decided to make an alteration in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt; straps on the thing to make it easier to get on and off, and fit better. What an exciting sewing project!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3349913475286825917?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3349913475286825917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3349913475286825917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3349913475286825917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3349913475286825917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-night-sewing.html' title='Friday Night Sewing'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lKYuj54FI/AAAAAAAAACA/5u3Qu2V5FXQ/s72-c/sewing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-5794285830595439015</id><published>2008-03-01T06:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:02:00.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;#2 Son Matt dropped a bomb on me yesterday while at work. We were talking about a few things and then he said "Oh yea, me and Denise are engaged" and hung up. Of course I quickly called him back, and he was laughing when he answered. After I chewed him out for doing that to me, I got details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He proposed the previous night to long-time girlfriend Denise, and she accept&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lE-ej54EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PHVPXo2_uPQ/s1600-h/ring2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172741487157960770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lE-ej54EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PHVPXo2_uPQ/s320/ring2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed. They want to get married February 2 (2009 of course), a 2-ish in the afternoon so that it will be - are you ready for this - 2/22 at 2:22PM. It happens to be a Sunday next year, so I guess it's do-able. Denise is currently in college - not sure when she finishes but I think it's before then. And I know no other details other than - guess we'll be planning a wedding! Yippe!!!! And yes, I like her and think this will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he'd given her a ring and he replied that he was working on it - so I've made an offer. I have the engagement ring from his dad put away in my jewelry box, and don't care to wear it again. But if he wants it - or can use the diamond and have it put in a new setting perhaps - he's welcome to it. He picked it up last night but I wasn't home at the moment, so I don't know his opinion as yet. I won't be offended if he decides to go another route - it's small, just 1/4 carat, but he said Denise doesn't want anything big and flashy. So we'll see.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-5794285830595439015?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5794285830595439015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=5794285830595439015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5794285830595439015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5794285830595439015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8lE-ej54EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PHVPXo2_uPQ/s72-c/ring2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-4060244556646767191</id><published>2008-03-01T06:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:45:07.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Sister Jo is making me do this - not something I nomally do.  But here goes - though it's not going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After you are tagged, you need to update your blog with your middle name and your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person for each letter of your middle name.(Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and that they need to read your blog for details.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Loves to sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - You've got to be kidding.  YOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Needs to get more sleep (have you ever tried sleeping with 10 lb. boot on your foot, while having hot flashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Needs to get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now about posting to other blogs - I thought from reading Sister Jo's blog that the person I post to must begin with the letter of my last name. But after re-reading the rules, I don't think that's the way it works. HOWEVER, since I know two and only two people with blogs, Sisters Jo and Lisa.  So here you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-4060244556646767191?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4060244556646767191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=4060244556646767191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4060244556646767191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/4060244556646767191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6537240350827495388</id><published>2008-02-27T23:54:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:40:31.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8ZF2HU4ofI/AAAAAAAAABw/NCOiy3MW2BU/s1600-h/towel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171898018063491570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8ZF2HU4ofI/AAAAAAAAABw/NCOiy3MW2BU/s320/towel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learned some very sad news while at work today - Myron Cope, the long-time, much beloved announcer for the Pittsburgh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; died this morning. Around lunchtime, I clicked onto AOL to check my email and saw the words "Terrible Towel Creator Dies" and I instantly felt like the breath had been knocked out of me. At almost the same instant, my cell phone beeped with a text message (and I rarely get them) from son Greg, sharing the news. I spent the next 1/2 hour or so reading about this tragic loss online at various Pittsburgh news websites, with tears rolling down my cheeks. Myron, the voice and the spirit of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;, was so much a part of my life for so many years. While I was growing up, my grandfather always listened to the games on the radio, so Myron's unique voice was a fixture in our home. After Kevin and I married and moved to Pittsburgh, we were part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt; Nation, as the team won Superbowl after Superbowl in the late 70's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's difficult to explain to people who've never lived in Pittsburgh, but there is such an incredible "oneness" to being a Pittsburgh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt; fan, a strong sense of community and desire to belong to this cult. During my last trip to "the Burgh" last fall for a wedding, I met a friend for brunch at Eat 'N Park, a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant's&lt;/span&gt; chain (another thing I miss!), and it happened to be the home opener for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; that afternoon. At 10 AM, cars were already in the parking lot of Heinz Field with people tailgating before the game. EVERYONE in the restaurant that morning (except me and daughter Becca) was wearing a Steeler shirt. I felt very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;under dressed&lt;/span&gt;. And THAT'S an example of the spirit of Pittsburgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Myron Cope had a lot to do with developing that spirit - he invented the "Terrible Towel" plus so many Cope-isms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have my Terrible Towel hanging in my office, draped with a black ribbon, as my symbol of mourning. No one else in the office understands or gets it, and they think I'm crazy, but I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a sad, sad day in my beloved 'Burgh. And the sadness is truly felt around the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Myron's words, Yoi! Double Yoi! Triple Yoi! I wave my towel for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6537240350827495388?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6537240350827495388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6537240350827495388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6537240350827495388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6537240350827495388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoi.html' title='Yoi!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8ZF2HU4ofI/AAAAAAAAABw/NCOiy3MW2BU/s72-c/towel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1355390860614463133</id><published>2008-02-24T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:22:33.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac and Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8I0XXU4odI/AAAAAAAAABg/YDIba3Sk6uc/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170752898177999314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8I0XXU4odI/AAAAAAAAABg/YDIba3Sk6uc/s200/mac+and+cheese.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I went with some friends to see the movie "Juno", a charming tale about a pregnant teenager. While I enjoyed the movie, there was one line that stuck out and really meant something to me. Juno was talking about her relationship with the baby's father, who was her best friend and - here it is - "the cheese for my macaroni". I LOVE that - and that's what I want to find - my best friend, the love of my life, the cheese for my macaroni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1355390860614463133?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1355390860614463133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1355390860614463133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1355390860614463133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1355390860614463133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/mac-and-cheese.html' title='Mac and Cheese'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8I0XXU4odI/AAAAAAAAABg/YDIba3Sk6uc/s72-c/mac+and+cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3381479558192083120</id><published>2008-02-23T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:57:35.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Left Foot Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I've learned that apparently I was much more affected by the valium I took prior to surgery than I realized. I've heard from several people that I talked to in the hours following my return home - and I remember NONE of the conversations. The best one is that I apparently told Son #1 that the cleaning people weren't doing a good job so I had fired them. I had cleaning people? News to me!!! Son realized that I was very out of it, asked me a bunch of questions and finally said Mom, go to bed - and I said ok and hung up! And I remember NONE of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;VERY funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3381479558192083120?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3381479558192083120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3381479558192083120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3381479558192083120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3381479558192083120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-left-foot-part-2.html' title='My Left Foot Part 2'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8611526292833164807</id><published>2008-02-23T09:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:09:09.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Left Foot</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking about the movie starring Daniel Day-Lewis - though it was a good one. I've FINALLY had the surgery on my left foot and am on the mend. It all went without a hitch, I am glad to report. I had four Valium prior to surgery, and MAN, I was pretty stoned most of the night. I talked to my daughter and one son on the phone sometime early evening, then a friend called me around 9 and I had been asleep on the couch, and promptly went back to sleep, woke up around 4 and crawled into bed. Getting to the bathroom fast enough has been a challenge so I've had to change my pants a couple times (OK I guess that's probably too much information, sorry). I feel some soreness in the are where the procedure took place, but that's to be expected. I have Vicadin to take but don't plan to take it unless I absolutely have to, as it makes my mind wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8A0U3U4ocI/AAAAAAAAABY/QwxiHgLQrKI/s1600-h/boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170189905274905026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8A0U3U4ocI/AAAAAAAAABY/QwxiHgLQrKI/s320/boot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cool thing. When I had my right foot done 3 years ago, I had problems getting a "boot" to fit. By shoe size, I should be in a medium but my legs are so heavy that I wound up in a large AND they had to order in an extension for the fabric part of the boot. I was told to bring the same boot to use this time, which was fine with me, and they slid me into it as-is. Well, now that I'm home and not nearly as groggy, I can see that there's just too much fabric. So I've taken the thing apart, removed the extension, and I think it's going to be just fine. WOO HOO! I these those 30 pounds I've lost made that much difference. That really inspires me to get moving on the diet once again - and the exercise part as soon as I am able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and furniture shopping...... well, its just going to have to wait for a while until I can actually walk around the stores again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8611526292833164807?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8611526292833164807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8611526292833164807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8611526292833164807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8611526292833164807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-left-foot.html' title='My Left Foot'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R8A0U3U4ocI/AAAAAAAAABY/QwxiHgLQrKI/s72-c/boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6817086975352845917</id><published>2008-02-18T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:02:07.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I've gotten some money back from income taxes this year (thanks to being a homeowner and paying all&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R7pRtnU4obI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tbqqslRY4BY/s1600-h/couch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168533366453608882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="62" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R7pRtnU4obI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tbqqslRY4BY/s320/couch.gif" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that mortgage interest!), I'm hunting for new living room furniture. You wouldn't think this would be difficult but..... I'm not accustomed to spending that kind of money so I am being very cautious. But I have to say, so far I'm not having any luck - and not having much fun either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How hard is it to find a comfortable couch, chair and ottoman that is "me"? Obviously more difficult than I ever thought. Of course, this is all complicated by my painfl foot, so walking around stores is something I can't do for long periods of time. But maybe that's a good thing because I start getting confused as to what I want after a short period anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been in stores where the clerks TOTALLY ignored me - what is that all about! I got locked in a store that closed because none of the sales staff had noticed me so didn't realize I was still in there - and they didn't announce it was closing time so how would I know! Fortunately I made my presence known and they quickly let me leave. I had visions of me calling 911 and trying to explain - "but officer, I was just looking for a couch!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most horrific experience was in a very small store on Sunday afternoon. There was an older man working, and one additional customer - a young mother with a 3-year-old-ish child who was running around the store, bouncing on every piece of furniture, operating a toy gun at the same time with "click click click" continuously. After about 2 minutes, I wanted to harm the kid - and was on the verge of saying something to the mother (who was blissfully ignoring her offspring). When the salesman came to offer me assistance at the other side of the store, I told him that I was fighting the urge to go beat the tar out of that child, and he smiled and told me how much he wished he could do it too. I told him I would come back another day and left - it was THAT horrible. What is wrong with some of these young mothers today who choose not to discipline their children? I don't get it - what are they thinking? I know that I was probably overly strict with my kids when they were young - my ex called me "Hitler" - but I think it was a good thing. They learned to behave in public, and they will be the same kind of parent - intolerant of bratty behavior. And for that I am proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my quest for the perfect couch and chair will continue. I've transferred my refund money into my savings account so that I don't "accidentally" spend it on something else, and will take my time to find just what I want. I'm going to have to live with my choice for a long time, literally, and I want to make sure I make the right decision. It might not happen until after my foot surgery, which is what I was trying to avoid, but, oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone have any magical words of wisdom for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6817086975352845917?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6817086975352845917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6817086975352845917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6817086975352845917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6817086975352845917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/furniture-shopping.html' title='Furniture Shopping!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R7pRtnU4obI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tbqqslRY4BY/s72-c/couch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-2010557117005047470</id><published>2008-02-12T22:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:52:56.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded "V-Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's 2 days until Valentine's Day and I am really dreading it. There will undoubtedly be a parade of flowers through my office, with lots of giggling "look what I got" cries from my co-workers. Don't get me wrong, I think that's great for them. It's just that, this year, I sorta thought that I would be one of them, reciving some lovely token of affection from a special person. And it really hurts that I came so close to that and lost it so abruptly, so unfairly. I haven't heard from S, nor do I expect to, nor do I want to talk to him or see him at all, considering how shabbily he treated me. My mind knows that I'm better off without him in my life at all, but my heart isn't as quick to listen. I miss him - I miss what we had, and what I thought (and hoped) for our future together. Life is going on, and I'm trying hard to do the same. Most of the time I'm dealing with it but this is going to be tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm having my single women friends over for dinner and company, and that will help. We're having salad and loaded baked potatoes, plus chocolate fondue for dessert. And I think I'll make some margarita's too. It will be nice having everyone over, and it will help. But I really hate this holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More blogging will follow when I'm feeling better and less negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-2010557117005047470?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2010557117005047470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=2010557117005047470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2010557117005047470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2010557117005047470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreaded-v-day.html' title='The Dreaded &quot;V-Day&quot;'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8809174306946191149</id><published>2008-02-09T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:11:38.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hives Resolved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had an AHA moment!  After suffering with the hives that appeared rather randomly, only on my hands, and only during the work week, I think I've got it figured out.  I've developed an allergy to something in the liquid soap in the bathrooms at my office!  I've taken an extra bottle of the Avon Naturals soap that I use at home and am keeping it in the cabinet in the bathroom I usually use.  So far - no hives!  Go figure!  If it was all that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8809174306946191149?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8809174306946191149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8809174306946191149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8809174306946191149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8809174306946191149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/hives-resolved.html' title='Hives Resolved?'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-2454975621350877584</id><published>2008-02-07T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:08:25.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I HAVE to share a story that daughter Bec told me this evening. She works at a teller at a small bank - the type where they get to really know their customers. The other day, one of her good customers, Terry, came into the bank and said he needed some help. When she asked what she could do, he pulled some money (bills) out of his wallet and laid them on the counter, saying he wanted to replace them. They were all singed around the edges, blackened with soot. She looked at him questionly and he laughed, said he was rather &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6vTfAN_x4I/AAAAAAAAABA/b_FvGFxNf8I/s1600-h/bill-~-Bill_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164453927298516866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6vTfAN_x4I/AAAAAAAAABA/b_FvGFxNf8I/s320/bill-~-Bill_C.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;embarrassed to tell her what had happened. Apparently he was shopping at Goodwill, and spotted what looked like a nice microwave, just what he knew his mother-in-law needed. He found a place to plug it in and, wanting to test it, looked around for something to put inside. (Can you see where this is going?) Not seeing anything suitable, he pulled out his wallet, popped it into the microwave and hit the "start" button. Within seconds, the whole thing burst into flames. By this time, Bec was laughing so hard she was crying, called her manager and told her she HAD to see this. The manager asked Terry what he was thinking - and the answer is - he wasn't! Apparently, the little metal strips on credit/debit cards are not compaitible with microwaves. Moral of the story - DON'T MICROWAVE YOUR MONEY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, speaking of financial things - I've had a real scare. Yesterday I received a call from the fraud department at one of my credit card companies, wanting to verify a transaction earlier that day. Apparently someone had the numbers from my credit card and had tried to use it at a bank in Maryland to take a sizeable cash advance against the card.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6vTuwN_x5I/AAAAAAAAABI/UYEIVXqg9Ok/s1600-h/destroyed-credit-card-~-22P0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164454197881456530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6vTuwN_x5I/AAAAAAAAABI/UYEIVXqg9Ok/s320/destroyed-credit-card-~-22P0113.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad they suspected something and called me, and I am not liable for it. They've cancelled my card and will issue a new one in a week or so, and we've put a fraud alert with the credit agencies. I've also gotten a copy of my credit report and am going over it carefully - but so far everything else seems ok. I'm hoping it was an isolated incident but I'm really spooked. How in the world anyone got my information is a mystery to me and that really bothers me. Who would have the NERVE to steal money from me - a poor working slob who doesn't have any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-2454975621350877584?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2454975621350877584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=2454975621350877584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2454975621350877584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/2454975621350877584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-stuff.html' title='Money Stuff'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6vTfAN_x4I/AAAAAAAAABA/b_FvGFxNf8I/s72-c/bill-~-Bill_C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-7463826307575348890</id><published>2008-02-01T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:56:04.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the spring of 2000, son Greg brought home his 2 young cats, 4 month old Jude and Oliver. They were litter mates, born on New Year's Day. He had bought them for a girlfriend who, when they broke up, gave them back. Greg was planning to move to NYC in the fall to attend grad school at NYU, and wanted to take the cats with him. As he was living in a dorm at the time, he couldn't keep them with him so brought them home to live with me until he finished school and joined them, and they all moved to NYC Labor Day weekend. I had 2 cats - Pistol and Precious, and my dog Jackson, at the time - but had never had YOUNG kittens before. The following is an email I sent to him about the events of one morning - and is completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, May 05, 2000 9:13 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Greg'&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, thought I would share with you the events of my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake at 6:30, get up and into the shower at 6:45, leaving my bedroom door open. That was my FIRST mistake. While in the shower I notice that the little cover thingy is not on the drain in the tub. Wonder WHO is responsible for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PpBQN_x3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qmrzP8hkYI4/s1600-h/CTD004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162225805639534450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PpBQN_x3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qmrzP8hkYI4/s320/CTD004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to my room by about 7, wet and wrapped in a towel and find the two DEMON CATS frolicking on my bed. Jude sees me and jumps from my bed to night stand to the window sill, getting caught in the mini blinds in the process. I go and untangle her, and turn to find Oliver on my night stand, finishing off the glass of milk that I had left there the night before. I pick both of them up, dump them in the hall and close the door. Second mistake of the day - I didn't close it completely. By the way, I am clutching my towel around me while doing all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then go into MY bathroom to brush my teeth. When I return to my room, I find they have opened the door and are chasing each other around my room. I pick up my bra out of the laundry basket on the floor and am attacked by Jude, who thinks its a toy. After wresting it away from her, I manage to get it on plus my underwear before Oliver starts climbing up my bathrobe on the back of my bathroom door. (I have given up on having a belt with the bathrobe, by the way - I am keeping it in my sock drawer). I go untangle Oliver and shut the bathroom door to keep him out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then actually manage to get my jeans and shirt on without any more problems, until I start looking into my closet for the vest I want to wear. Seeing the closet door open sends BOTH kittens into the closet, where they are climbing on clothes and playing with shoes. I find my vest, and turn on my iron to warm up so I can give it a quick pressing. I turn my back for JUST a second, and Jude has left the closet, jumped onto the desk beside my sewing machine and is poised ready to jump onto the bookcase. As I am reaching for her, she leaps onto the bottom shelf, sending a plastic ruler and several other items crashing to the floor. She's about to fall off the edge of the shelf (she doesn't understand space requirements) so I grab her and lift her off the shelf. Her claws are firmly embedded in a pile of interfacing that was on the shelf and it goes with her onto the bed where I drop her. So I pick up all the debris and return it to its proper place, and turn to iron my vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hissing of the iron has attracted attention and both kittens are now sitting ON MY CLEAN VEST looking at the iron. I scoot them out of the way and start to press (using the little ironing board I lay on the bed). Of course, the cord of the iron looks like a fun thing to play with, so they both start chasing it. I iron with one hand and guard with the other and manage to finish that project after about 10 minutes, and put the vest on, turn of the iron and return it to the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then go back into my bathroom to comb my hair and do makeup, and am, of course, accompanied by the two demons. They have now decided that they want to look out the bathroom window, so they jump onto the top of my hamper, sending a magazine crashing to the floor and poke their noses under the blind to look outside. That seems to keep them entertained for all of 20 seconds, and they resume the bathrobe climbing competition. Or at least I THINK that's what they were doing. As I am finishing my makeup, I reach down to the sink top without looking and touch fur. Jude is sniffing my blush. Lovely addition to her nose. I give her a quick wipe off with one hand and throw her out of the bathroom. I lift Oliver off my bathrobe and throw him out as well, turn off the light and close the door TIGHTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now all I have to do is put on my socks and shoes and I'm home free. Simple, right? Not quite. I have bought a new pair of tennis shoes and they need lacing up, so I set them on the bed and start to do that. That was mistake number three. Within an instant, both kittens are on the bed playing with the laces. It takes quite a while to get the shoes laced without including kitten paws, but I finally finish, grab my shoes and socks and head for the living room to sit on the couch and put them on. Hoping the kittens will follow me, of course, to get them out of my room. I get my socks and shoes on, strangely without any assistance. Returning to my room to make my bed, I learn why. They are both up on the windowsill looking out the window, having knocked everything off the night stand in the process except the lamp. I let them stay there just long enough to make my bed and return items to the nightstand, and as I put up all the pretty pillows am immediately attacked in the process. They LOVE to play in the pillows on my bed. Sounds cute, but I'm having a lot of sneezing and wheezing problems and suspect that's why. Plus they unmake the bed in the process. So I grab a kitten in each hand, leave my bedroom and drop them in the hallway and close the door FIRMLY behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I go to the kitchen, clean up a bit and fix my glass of instant breakfast. Ah,&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PjPQN_xzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XVI8nkWalMc/s1600-h/CTD008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162219449087936306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PjPQN_xzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XVI8nkWalMc/s320/CTD008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've made it, or so I think, as I pick up my purse and head for the door. WRONG. I hear a curious scratching noise, and its coming from my room. Opening the door, I see Pistol on the other side of the door. I have NO IDEA when he had entered the room in all the confusion. He gives me a dirty look and saunters down the hall, only to be chased by the two hellions. Taking advantage of the diversion, I grab my things and get out the door. As I am starting my car, I look towards the house and see two little heads looking out the window at me. Goodbye, I gleefully wave to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am work, life is so quiet and simple. All I have to deal with here are humans, and that is easier, at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Sunday. Your little darlings will be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-7463826307575348890?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7463826307575348890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=7463826307575348890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7463826307575348890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7463826307575348890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PpBQN_x3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qmrzP8hkYI4/s72-c/CTD004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-6070802992361392607</id><published>2008-02-01T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:35:29.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All sorts of stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been as good as little sister Lisa, who's been blogging just about every day. So I've got bits of this and that, rather random, to write about, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the approval from my insurance company to have the Shockwave treatment on my left foot and it is scheduled for Feb. 22. Halleluia - I am miserable with this darn foot, so I'll be glad to get it over with. The bad thing is that I will be in the damn boot thing day and night during our trip to the beach - THE GREAT ESCAPE! But it won't exactly be "hanging out on the beach" weather, so I'll have to be content with sitting in the screened porch looking at the ocean. I can't wait - gonna be fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My romantic life is pretty non-existant these days. R that I mentioned previously, from Yahoo Personals has disappeared, so is obviously not interested. I've been emailed by another fellow from there, P, who seems interesting (and interested) but busy so not a lot of contact very often. And another fellow has emailed me but something seems off about him - can't quite put my finger on it. He's only44 (a bit young for me I think) and I suspect is looking just for a "good time", which of course is not what I would want. I HAVE, however, had several great phone conversations with B - the most recent one was for over 2 hours. He seems like a really nice guy, intelligent, loves music - especially contemporary Christian as I do, and he plays in a group. Problem is that he's about 3 hours or so away in South Carolina. But I really enjoy talking with him and plan to continue that. Will it ever come to anything more? Who knows at this point. (Sister Lisa, if you are reading this - this is the fellow who was visiting in the area at Christmas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my inc&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PkmgN_x0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/mzRV-JmoXG0/s1600-h/Piggybank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162220948031522626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PkmgN_x0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/mzRV-JmoXG0/s320/Piggybank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome taxes last night and sent them in this morning and I'M GETTING MONEY BACK! Will wonders ever cease! I haven't had any kind of refund in years - so this is all because of becoming a homeowner last year and having all that mortgage interest. I badly need new living room furniture so that will be purchase #1. I would love to get a laptop so that is under consideration but I'll have to see what the furniture costs first. Of course, I should pay on my credit card but, gees, that's no fun! I've probably got a couple weeks to dream about what I'm going to do with the money but I'm going to start shopping (looking I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do another post with a funny story from the past. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-6070802992361392607?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6070802992361392607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=6070802992361392607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6070802992361392607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/6070802992361392607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-sorts-of-stuff.html' title='All sorts of stuff!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PkmgN_x0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/mzRV-JmoXG0/s72-c/Piggybank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-3013337323211706637</id><published>2008-01-29T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:09:49.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't blogged for a week, due to time and, to be honest, not much going on. But I should anyway - I know it's a good thing. I've had a couple of really profitable shopping trips, taking advantage of the winter clearance sales. At my new favorite store, C J Banks, I scored a beatiful blue sweater, rust-colored knit shirt with neat button trim, a dark green embroidered corduroy jacket, and a denim jumper with Christmas embroidered design featuring penguins I'd been watching. Original prices were over $175 - my cost was $53. SWEET. Then on Friday night I ducked into Kohl's after dinner at a nearby restaurant, and got a dark olive green knit shirt for $2.40 and a peach springy knit shirt for $5. THEN on Saturday I went with a couple of friends and got a beautiful lime green cardigan sweater and a fleece top on clearence at Coldwater Creek for $10 each! I had stashed away $100 that I got at work (a gift from the company at the Christmas luncheon, recognizing my efforts to get employees involved in organized volunteer activities). So it was great having that to spend on ME for a change! I enjoyed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Sister Lisa's blog recently, in particular the blog about how fortunate she is to have such good friends, I have to add my two cents. I too have wonderful friends, and I consider them as additional sisters. The shopping trip I had on Saturday was with two of them, and it was fabulous. Not only did we all find some good bargains, but we did so much talking and laughing about nothing (or silly stuff). That is so good with the soul. Honestly, without these women I would be lost. I cherish their friendship so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten into a pattern of meeting for dinner on Tuesday nights so that we stay connected during the week - tonite was at a small place called IPD Eatery and it was great - lasagna for $3.95! We almost always meet at Panera Bread on Friday evening, because we can sit and talk for a while and no one cares. Then we generally do something on Saturday but that changes every week. There are moments of drama from time-to-time, but most of the time it's just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on insurance approval so I can get my foot surgery scheduled. I sure hope it happens soon - I've got a couple of trips that I need to plan around. I'm heading up to VA for Brother Ron's birthday in a couple weeks, and then in March, my Florida cousins and some siblings are meeting at a beach house they've rented on Edisto Island (south of Charleston SC) for a long weekend. We're going to celebrate my youngest cousin's 50th birthday, and it should be really fun. But I would rather NOT be still wearing the "boot" while I'm there. I'll deal with it, if that's the way it works out but it would be so nice to have that behind me. I may call the doctor's office tomorrow to see if there's any update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this has been pretty boring! I guess I'm tired and my sense of humor has disappeared. I'm still struggling with the emotional stuff - I know I have to go thru the grieving process because of the end of the relationship with S, and this is all part of it. I talked to my friends tonight and we are planning on having a pot luck dinner at my house on Valentine's Day - my suggestion. I want to avoid being home alone and feeling sorry for myself that day and this should help. Time is helping, but.... This afternoon I saw a missed call on my cell phone and didn't recognize the number. My first thought - S was calling me to say he was sorry. Of course it wasn't him - it was a wrong number - but why did my brain go there. I KNOW he's not going to call, and I KNOW that I don't want him back even if he did - not after how things ended between us. I am still really angry about everything and I'm still working thru that anger. I was an idiot for falling for him as fast as I did, and for letting him know how I felt. And for continuing in a relationship that was obviously not progressing after several months. I suspect that I am repressing a lot of this (I'm good at that), and that's the cause of the hives I've recently been experiencing. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-3013337323211706637?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3013337323211706637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=3013337323211706637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3013337323211706637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/3013337323211706637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-much-new.html' title='Nothing Much New'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-7107106490072827255</id><published>2008-01-21T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:49:05.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hives Again - And Another Thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a pretty busy day at work today - ran from here to there most of the day and didn't get to actually sit at my desk very long. As a result, my foot is really hurting. I saw my podiatrist this morning before going in to work and completed the paperwork to apply for the shockwave treatment I had previously on my other foot. So hopefully the insurance company will approve it and I can get it scheduled before too long. No, I'm not enthusiastic about the prospect of having surgery, but I know it will help and can't deal with hurting all the time any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made it through most of the day but THEN broke out in hives again - both hands, front and back. And my feet feel rather itchy too so I suspect I've got them there too. I'm smearing on hydrocortisone cream and will take a Benedryl and head to bed shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a strange phone call tonight - from James, a fellow I had dated several years ago. I hadn't talked to him for about 2 years, and I'm not quite sure why he called. He's been seeing a woman for a couple of years but said something about it being stale, not going anywhere. I hate that for him BUT don't want (or plan) to get involved with him until/unless he's ended that relationship - and then I'm not sure I want to anyway. I enjoyed his company very much BUT I don't think there's much future there. The last time I talked to him, a couple years ago, he suggested that I would get along REALLY well with his girlfriend - silly me didn't get what he was suggesting at first. But I'm certainly NOT interested in going that route! So I doubt very much I would see him any more. But it was nice chatting and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working on my income taxes this evening - I'm really hoping for a big refund. Right now it's calcuclating a $7 refund - wa hoo! But I am not anywhere near being done so that should change significantly - I've barely started on deductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed for me, it's really cold and yucky outside so I'm going to wrap up in my down blanket and crash. And hopefully quit scratching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-7107106490072827255?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7107106490072827255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=7107106490072827255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7107106490072827255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7107106490072827255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/hives-again-and-another-thing.html' title='Hives Again - And Another Thing!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-452821349502129615</id><published>2008-01-20T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:47:24.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I braved the potentially-icy roads to go to church this morning - and it wasn't all that bad. It's cold but the sun is shining, and life goes on. We got maybe an inch of snow at most, just enough to be pretty on the trees and bushes. While I would have loved to stay home in bed, I got dressed and hauled myself out into the world to church, and the gym after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was given a piece of a jigsaw puzzle when they entered the sanctuary this morning, and Pastor Charlie's message was called "where do I fit?" I found the sermon interesting, more so than usual, but it also brought something to mind, and I wanted to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PnmwN_x2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ytrgbvqTDWQ/s1600-h/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162224250861373282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PnmwN_x2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ytrgbvqTDWQ/s320/puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I lived in Pittburgh, I had a dear friend named Mary Lou, who was also a pseudo-mom to me. Mary Lou had 5 grown children, and the oldest was the same age as as me. She often shared stories and bits of wisdom from her mothering experiences, and this is one of those. Mary Lou told me that whenever she sensed there was something going on with one of her kids - a problem or some struggle, and they weren't talking about it - she got out a jigsaw puzzle and got it started on a table in their family room. She said it was amazing the conversations that would take place over that puzzle - including some discussion of that problem. I've never forgotten that advice - and used the idea a couple of times with my own kids too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-452821349502129615?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/452821349502129615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=452821349502129615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/452821349502129615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/452821349502129615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R6PnmwN_x2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ytrgbvqTDWQ/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-1460147004699408353</id><published>2008-01-15T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:50:26.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hives????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm experiencing something really strange and am not sure what's going on. For a couple of weeks, I've noticed some itching on the palms of my hands, and some strange red blotches. Today it got a lot worse, and the blotches are all over the backs of my hands too. They're HIVES! Now, I've never had hives before in my life, and I have no idea why this has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; now. Maybe stress? I'm applying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cortisone&lt;/span&gt; cream like mad, and going to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; before I go to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully this will subside in a day or two, but this is so weird. Maybe I'm allergic to work -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-1460147004699408353?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1460147004699408353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=1460147004699408353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1460147004699408353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/1460147004699408353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/hives.html' title='Hives????'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-561997620233890923</id><published>2008-01-14T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:09:24.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, today was a lovely Monday, cold and yucky outside and my bed was way too warm and comfy at 5:30 AM. But I managed to haul myself up and out the door and into the real world once again. Work was crazy - I'm trying to juggle three major projects for 3 different bosses simultaneously, and I'm not sure how long I can keep it up. I managed to stay only 1/2 hour overtime but I DID finish up one of the projects, yea! I'm planning to go in early tomorrow and stay a little late again tomorrow and maybe I can keep afloat. And YES, I am turning in a time sheet for all of this - I got 3-1/2 hours OT last week and that adds up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a personal note, I'm feeling a bit better, emotionally but still having ups and downs. Deleting S from my cell phone was a freeing experience, though I haven't done that on my home phone yet but I will. I'm still struggling with getting my emotional eating under control, but one step at a time. I'd like to go work out at the gym but my foot is really hurting and, until I see the doctor about it on Thursday, I'm trying to take it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm now talking to a new fellow from Yahoo Personals - I'll call this one R. Seems nice enough, has hair and teeth (and YES, that's an important thing - I'll explain that one sometime). But it's pretty early, we're just emailing so time will tell. I could write a BOOK about my internet dating experiences - and will try to get the highlights (and lowlights) on here at somepoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok here's the cute and funny story for the day. I had a long conversation with sister Jo yesterday (by the way, I haven't mentioned that I have 3 sisters and 2 brothers), and she related this tale about her little granddaughter, Scarlett. Scarlett is not quite 2 and adorable, and has a new baby brother, Jackson. Jo's husband Roy was visiting them and mentioned that, due to work, he was "pooped". Little Scarlet, hearing that, piped up with "Wipes!" and ran to get them to help her Pappy. AWWWWWWW how sweet! You can see her picture on Jo's blog, &lt;a href="http://scrappily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://scrappily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-561997620233890923?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/561997620233890923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=561997620233890923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/561997620233890923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/561997620233890923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-day-in-my-paradise.html' title='Another Day in Paradise'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8910032047273659498</id><published>2008-01-10T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:04:19.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Rambling Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I've manged to not blog for over a week, and that's not good. Doing this is really helpful, and I really need the help right now. I am trying hard to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with the loss of the relationship with S, and sometimes I even convince myself that I'm fine, I'm over him, and that he wasn't all that wonderful anyway. But, to be honest I just don't believe it. The past couple days have been real tough and I'm not sure why. I'm not sleeping well and that's adding to it all. I'm not sure why that's happening but if it's still that way when I have my scheduled physical with my doctor next month, I will discuss it with her. But for right now I'm just trying to get through one day at a time. Work has been very stressful and, that, added to lack of sleep, well, I'm just plain tired. But I know its' more than that - having dealt with depression previously, I suspect that I'm teetering on the brink. Being aware of that is a good step in the right direction, and I know what I need to do to help myself. But I'm giving myself a few days to just feel as miserable as I want to and, hopefully, get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't feel this way - the relationship wasn't all that wonderful, and was pretty one-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sided&lt;/span&gt;, now that I look at it with my new perspective. I gave a whole lot more than I ever got back from him, and I should have known better than to fall in love with someone who was so recently out a marriage, not yet divorced, and certainly not emotionally separated from his wife, in spite of his attempts at convincing me he was. But I did love him, and it really hurts. For him to just disappear without a word, after such a long time is particularly difficult to swallow. What did I do wrong? Was it me? Or is it simply that he doesn't know what (or who) he wants? That's my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to put it all past me and go on. But I miss my friend - the person I could talk to about anything. There are things I told him that I never told ANYONE, and I miss that friend. Looking back, I can see that things had changed, that there was some distance between us for the past couple of months so I should have guessed he was moving on. I just never expected it to be so abrupt, so unkind, so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; dating sites, talking to a couple of people and met one for dinner but haven't heard from him in a couple of weeks. I suspect that I won't. Oh well, he was a bit short (and young) for my tastes anyway - and had young-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; kids. Not something I want to deal with. Another fellow seems really good but lives several hours away and I don' t see how that could work. But talking to him online, when I can, is nice - at least I feel that someone cares. And right now that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the RAT that I was married to. I met with the attorney last week and learned that I am totally screwed. Because our separation agreement was not notarized and filed in court, it is not valid and wouldn't hold up in court. And because I didn't file a Domestic Relations Order at the time of the divorce (I knew nothing about it), I have absolutely no claim to any of his pension or anything else. So now I'm faced with the probability of never being able to retire because I can't afford to. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mortgage&lt;/span&gt; won't be paid off until I am 81 years old! I will be working as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; Greeter until I am 90. This really stinks. My friend Kay pointed out that at least I found it out now, and NOT when I was 65 and ready to retire, which is true. So I can try to plan accordingly. But at least, for now, I have a lovely home, drive a descent car, have good friends, and my kids love (and like) me. And that's a lot of good, and I am thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8910032047273659498?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8910032047273659498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8910032047273659498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8910032047273659498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8910032047273659498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/men-rambling-updates.html' title='Men Rambling Updates'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-793049625022262399</id><published>2008-01-02T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:28:00.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was back to work for me today and MAN it was tough. I was off for 11 days straight.  Getting up when that alarm went off was very difficult.  On top of that, I knew I had to weigh in for our contest at work and with the way I've eaten junk over the holiday....... Much to my surprise, I LOST 1/2 lb. Not much, but better than gaining. A minor miracle, I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon with the daughter of "THE" barracuda of divorce attorneys, and she's also supposed to be really good.  I need to go dig out some of my paperwork but it should be together, for the most part, so not too difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's RELLY cold and I would love to be snuggled up with someone in front of the fireplace.  But no such luck.  Oh well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-793049625022262399?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/793049625022262399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=793049625022262399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/793049625022262399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/793049625022262399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8240396562258222365</id><published>2008-01-01T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:54:38.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year! I hope that 2008 will be a great year for everyone.   I spent the evening with my wonderful group of friends, and toasted in the new year with a glass of sparkling cider.  In a few hours I am hosting most of them for brunch - coffee cake, a new quiche recipe, and mimosas.  So I need to go vacuum and start cooking.  But first I want to put down in print my New Year's Resolutions for 2008.  Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clean out one drawer, cupboard, or shelf each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have at least 1 bag ready for pickup by the Veterans each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to the gym at least 3 times each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get back to eating healthy - the holidays are over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get my finances in better order - record everything in my checkbook more frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to bed a little earlier and read at least 15 minutes each night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resume having Monday night as "sewing night".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it for now.  Do-able I'd say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy 2008!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8240396562258222365?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8240396562258222365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8240396562258222365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8240396562258222365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8240396562258222365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008_01.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-5002723805123437995</id><published>2007-12-30T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:55:27.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Men Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learned something terribly upsetting today and I am TOTALLY ticked off about it.  I had lunch today with my oldest son, who was about to return home to NYC, plus my daughter and her husband, and my ex-husband.  All was going well until the ex mentioned re-financing his house, and threw in a comment about how he had paid off the mortgage last year.  Knowing that he had lost his job last year, I asked how he had done that - assuming he had gotten a severance package when that job ended. WRONG!  At that time, he apparently took ALL of the money out of his pension and used IT to pay off the mortgage (and who knows what else).  Big problem with that is this - a portion of that money was MINE according to Federal and State laws governing such things.  Because I didn't work for so many years, while my kids were young, I don't have much pension of my own and I was counting on having that to help me retire some day.  This is not only immoral, it is illegal for him to have done this - and his current wife is an attorney and should know that.   I've let a lot of things slide over the past 8 years but this is different.  So I will be hiring an attorney as soon as possible - within the next few days.  I have a feeling this could get ugly.  The really bad part is that this came out in front of my kids, and that's not right.  I'm not ranting on here nearly as much as I have been doing on the phone since this all came out - but that's because this is all out there for public viewing.  Trust me, I've been saying some really ugly things about a certain person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-5002723805123437995?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5002723805123437995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=5002723805123437995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5002723805123437995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/5002723805123437995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-men-stuff.html' title='More Men Stuff!'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-7429585790072174387</id><published>2007-12-29T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:29:34.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings about Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will someone PLEASE explain men to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 9 months cultivating what I thought was a relationship with a fellow, only to have it go poof. All of a sudden I get "I love you as a friend" and that's it???? Phone calls have practically disappeared and conversations, when they do happen, are very short. There's been absolutely NO "let's get together" or a "I have a Christmas gift for you", let alone any mention of New Year's Eve. What the heck is this all about. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't bash all men, maybe just this one but honestly, are they all this clueless?&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this one, trust me. As soon as I can deal with the crowds at Best Buy, the Christmas gift that I bought for him (and was pretty darn cool, if you ask me) will be returned. I'm torn between keeping my distance, and keeping my mouth shut, and blasting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he appeared, I was perfectly happy with my life, enjoying my new home, keeping busy with work, friends, and church activities. I feel like I've been used, and teased with what MIGHT have been. And it's not a good feeling. I am preparing to lick my wounds and mourn my loss. Or maybe count my blessings - if this is an indication of how he REALLY is, I guess I'm better off knowing it now but....... it's really tough to feel that way at the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-7429585790072174387?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7429585790072174387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=7429585790072174387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7429585790072174387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/7429585790072174387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2007/12/rantings-about-men.html' title='Rantings about Men'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-8540457792772090854</id><published>2007-12-27T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:54:05.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007 - The Year of the Root Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas this year was rather eventful and the story just begs to be shared. A bit of background info - my youngest sister Lisa was spending Christmas here with me, and my 3 kids and their significant others were joining us in the late afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't ever seem to sleep in, I rose fairly early and made coffee and my grandmother's delicious coffee cake, and went to get my newspaper - which wasn't there! Now, I am a Sunday-only subscriber but that entitles me to holiday issues as well. On Thanksgiving I didn't get a paper, called to complain TWICE and never did get one delivered (I went to a convenience store and bought one). So thinking "Here we go again", I called and was rather bitchy to the woman who answered and promised to have one delivered. To her credit, it DID show up two hours later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lisa and I had a rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; morning, drank coffee and ate coffee cake, I read the newspaper while she showered and dressed and then I did the same, and we watched a movie (A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote - GREAT film). Shortly after noon, we went to the kitchen to get something more substantial to eat, and decided to put some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TGI&lt;/span&gt; Friday's frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt;/artichoke dip (yum) in the microwave. I rarely drink soda (I prefer to call it pop but I get teased about that here), but had bought some for the holidays for my kids and other guests, and I decided to have a glass of root beer with my lunch. The bottle was unopened and sitting on the floor next to the refrigerator - I set it on the counter, fixed a glass of ice and then started to open the bottle. It EXPLODED! Root beer gushed up into my face, sprayed all over me and everything around me. I was so shocked that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt; and just stood there, dripping. Lisa was on the other side of the room and had been spared the shower and, after a long pause, asked if there were towels somewhere she could get for me. Bless her heart, she kept her comments to herself until later (I caught her as she took a cigarette break and was outside LAUGHING on the phone as she described the scene to our brother Ron). Root beer was EVERYWHERE - all over me, my face, my hair, my clothes, the floor, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;counter top&lt;/span&gt; and everything on it - including my canisters (I later found some inside the sugar canister since the lid wasn't on tight), coffee grinder, coffee pot, iced tea maker, electric can opener. It was also all over the side of the refrigerator that is closest to the counter, on the floor down between the counter and the refrigerator and behind it (I had to move the blasted thing to clean!), all over the upper and lower cabinet doors, as well as the front of the dishwasher (actually some was inside it I found later), and the floor was a pool of root beer. The sink and everything around it also got a bath - dishes that had been washed had to be re-washed. Above my sink is a "window" pass through into my dining room, and we discovered that root beer had gone through that window and was ON my dining room table on the other side. It was, literally, EVERYWHERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using several bath and kitchen towels, paper towels, and sponges, we mopped up the puddles and got to work cleaning. Anything that had received the shower was now sticky and had to be washed several times before we could get it all removed. Every time I moved something, I found more root beer. At one point, I stopped wanting to cry and started to laugh at the situation and my face hurt - the dried root beer was sticking my skin in place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour, we had the bulk of it done and I left Lisa, mopping the floor, to get into the shower and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-root beer myself. We then got all the towels (and my clothes) into the washer and started it, then went into the kitchen for another look - and to again try to have lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the microwave to heat the spinach dip for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time, and opened a cabinet to get a plate for the crackers. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pfaltzgraff&lt;/span&gt; dishes which are heavy, and as I took a plate off the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; shelf, the little plastic pin that holds up the shelf broke, and the shelf started to tip. I grabbed the shelf and steadied it with one hand, started pulling dishes off the shelf with the other hand and Lisa came up behind me to help. We got the shelf unloaded and I climbed up onto the counter (not an easy task for a over-50 overweight woman!) to attempt to fix it. Wrong - the peg part of the pin had broken off in the hole on the side of the cabinet. After several attempts to remove the pin, I decide to try to glue it - and Lisa went off to find the "Gorilla Glue" (great stuff - try it). I applied the glue and held the pin in place for the glue to set-up, while still sitting on the counter - and had a good view of the living room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the pass-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;. I could see one of my cats - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keiko&lt;/span&gt;- throwing up all over the living room. Why do all cats possess bulimic qualities!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After holding the glued pin in place for a while, I managed to rig it with the shelf holding it in place, and left it overnight to dry. (It seems to be holding just fine two days later - I've reloaded the shelf and all is well - but I know I should NEVER say that!). I grabbed some paper towels, rags, and carpet cleaner (Spot Shot - another great product. Wonder if I can somehow get paid for advertising these items on here?) I finally got that mess all cleaned up, re-heated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt; dip for the THIRD time, got a margarita (I gave up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt;!), and Lisa and I headed to the living room to nosh and PERHAPS watch a movie. It was now 3:00 and just as I sat down, son #1 and his girlfriend walked in. So much for peace and quiet (nothing personal meant, Greg)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-8540457792772090854?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8540457792772090854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=8540457792772090854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8540457792772090854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/8540457792772090854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007-year-of-root-beer.html' title='Christmas 2007 - The Year of the Root Beer'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399106373178607216.post-972138358293673223</id><published>2007-12-27T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:20:35.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Family and friends have long been suggesting that I write down stories of my life, and my son recently suggested I start a blog. So here I am. I know nothing about blogs, other than reading them, so this is a learning process. But here's a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;Marsi is my childhood nickname but my siblings and cousins still use it and, I have to admit, I sorta like it. But my real name is Marsha. I am 52 years old, divorced for almost 8 years, grew up in western Pennsylvania but moved to North Carolina 13 years ago. I have 3 grown children - a son living in NYC, a son living in the area, and a daughter, married with a stepson, also living nearby. My extended family includes 2 brothers and 3 sisters, and 3 cousins, plus their various significant others and children. I live in a lovely 1 bedroom plus sewing room/office (formerly 2-bedroom) townhome that I bought earlier this year, with 3 cats that USED to belong to my kids but are now apparently mine.&lt;br /&gt;That said - on to blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2399106373178607216-972138358293673223?l=marsimumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/972138358293673223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2399106373178607216&amp;postID=972138358293673223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/972138358293673223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2399106373178607216/posts/default/972138358293673223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsimumbles.blogspot.com/2007/12/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Marsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764762055977986966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMDFuppwaTc/R3PlrrIlZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MJ9cOgyxD8k/S220/Birthday+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
