<?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-6672400304308812849</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:06:47.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One May be the Loneliest Number</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-5040771590207866319</id><published>2009-05-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:08:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 May not be so bad...</title><content type='html'>Well the birthday weekend is coming to a close, and honestly, I don't think that 30 is going to be all that bad.  Just another day, but now a year wiser right?  I have amazing friends that I spent yesterday and today with.  They keep me grounded in life and make me laugh!!  To all my friends who joined the party and those who were not here, you were here in spirit.  Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-5040771590207866319?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/5040771590207866319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=5040771590207866319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5040771590207866319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5040771590207866319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2009/05/30-may-not-be-so-bad.html' title='30 May not be so bad...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-5131993167132075043</id><published>2009-05-04T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:19:35.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Cinco De Mayo!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Milo's birthday!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look who is now 2!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the Day I got him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142500254568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/Sf-TWmNv0MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kmA575Uioyw/s320/Picture+1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look at him NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142833792233794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/Sf-TqAvUsUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E6Z08bKpTGI/s320/Picture+1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Mom and Kim for my beautiful baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-5131993167132075043?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/5131993167132075043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=5131993167132075043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5131993167132075043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5131993167132075043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-is-2.html' title='My baby is 2!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/Sf-TWmNv0MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kmA575Uioyw/s72-c/Picture+1116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-1657150158545281595</id><published>2009-05-04T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:53:16.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy do I have the Garden Bug!!</title><content type='html'>April break as come and gone.  Work in the yard has fully begun.  The house is clean, (or was) and now the garden has a bug.  That bug is me!!  I spent my April vacation cleaning it out and re mulching.  Now I want to add more flowers.  I have spent an endless amount of hours online looking at new flowers to plant, and I want to do it NOW!!  Draw back....it costs money.  Danga problems.  I want to have a full flowering garden full of beautiful flowers.  I have a bug....the garden bug.  Every time I go outside with Milo, I sit and stare at what and were I want to put new things.  Unfortunately, I have been working every weekend, so I can't go anywhere to buy things and I am too hesitant to buy some from the catalogues I have received.  There isn't a doctor around that can prescribe a medication to help with this bug.  I have to wait it out and save money to buy the right flowers.  I know there are some of you out there that feel this same way...you are my help group!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-1657150158545281595?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/1657150158545281595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=1657150158545281595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/1657150158545281595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/1657150158545281595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-do-i-have-garden-bug.html' title='Boy do I have the Garden Bug!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-6690512627861762189</id><published>2009-03-13T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:56:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know that it has been a long time since I have blogged. For those of you who do it regularly, you deserve an award. It is very hard to sometimes get motivated. I thought I would blog regularly, but alas I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been home for a while, and have gotten back in the swing of things. My trip to Illinois to see my fabulous friends was just what the doctor ordered. Lots of laughter, a few tears, some paint, and you can't forget the wine. (we make a great painting team!!). I am truly blessed to have Matt and Lynda et al in my life. While I was there, I CHOPPED my hair off and donated it to Locks Of Love. I love my new do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following video is my little man Ethan. It is such a joy to hear child laughter and he was particularly full of laughter this particular day. I was doing a version of "this little piggy" my mom used to do when we were kids. Icky Wee, Penny Rue, Rudy Whistle, Mary Tossle, and Big Old Tom Bumbo!!! Ethan thought it was hilarious and kept shoving his feet at me to do it again!! It brings laughter to me every time I watch it. 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Yesterday Lynda and I went to the Feed Store for a great lunch in downtown Springfield.  Then we treated ourselves to a pedicure.  The chairs at the salon were FABULOUS!!  Too bad it is cold outside, because the toes are ready to be out.  But, unfortunately it is cold, so when we leave the house, they are covered with shoes and socks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been great to be with them and live life.  Pure chaos with the kids at times, but the usual for us once the kids go to bed.  Wine, T.V., conversation and lots of laughter.  We went to Chicago to LegoLand Discovery Center with Colin and Aubrey on Presidents Day, and we had a great time.  However, somehow all of us adults gained a little present of a Cold on the same day.  The kids don't have it yet...knock on wood.  There is more fun to be had, painting the kitchen, hair cuts, and a couple more late night television watching, wine, and laughter.  I am so grateful for my friends who are truly family!!  More to come in the next couple of days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-3550829552348459537?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/3550829552348459537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=3550829552348459537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/3550829552348459537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/3550829552348459537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-and-joy.html' title='The fun and joy!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-2820190183627908462</id><published>2009-01-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:56:50.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x+y+w+z=chocolate cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I know it has been a while since I have let people know what is going on. I have recently "outed" myself as a blog stalker to Matt, something I am not proud of.... and I have been working a great deal at JC Penny's at night. On top of that I am taking a math class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us decided to play with death a little bit and join forces to take Andrew Chen's Elementary Math Graduate Class. Now we all have learned in life so far that there are safety in numbers, so five of us are suffering together. To much of our prayers, our first class was canceled due to snow.... (thank goodness Andrew didn't ask us how much snow we got or find out the rate per hour for the snow fall, my response would have been, "alot.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SX0JdkcaiPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s2FYXPNRR5g/s1600-h/blackboard_math.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295399140461283570" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SX0JdkcaiPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s2FYXPNRR5g/s320/blackboard_math.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now three classes in, one Wednesday and two 7 hour long SATURDAYS. How might you ask do you get yourself up in the butt crack of dawn to be in math class. Well I say, chocolate cake!! Math class = chocolate cake. Want the proof, here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 hours long in class, Karen my great friend is a great cook, and has a wonderful chocolate cake recipe that is to die for!! To get through the day she brings cake!! The first Saturday, she only brought a piece for me, of which I did share. However, the math in my head most of the morning was, (when can I eat the cake? If I change the hours to minutes, how many minutes until lunch? etc... etc..) Probably not the math we were supposed to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this Saturday was a little bit of a different story. Don't get me wrong, there was definitely chocolate cake, and wondering how many calories will I consume if I have one more piece of cake. Aside from this I have learned some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Karen is scared to death of math. Often asking, "when am I going to use this in life?" A teacher's dreaded child question...This Saturday I sat with Karen and we worked the fraction problems together. Going slow to not lose her and to teach her what I know, she got the hang of it. She even earned an "honored" Andrew Chen Pen....(a big feat!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned some things about myself in this process. I am good at things that I put my mind to. Math does scare me and is not my best subject, but I can teach it and aspire to do better at it. Andrew taught a valuable lesson Saturday, You have to know all the ways to solve a problem to get your students to understand where they are at. Understanding the ENTIRE maze will help you identify what corner your students are stuck in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that the goal in life, understanding all the ways to solve a problem and continue to be a life long learner? Or is it to understand that x+y+w+z=chocolate cake?????!!!!!!????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295399760019143906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SX0KBoehPOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iIvnF1ax-Oo/s320/funny_math_logic_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-2820190183627908462?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/2820190183627908462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=2820190183627908462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/2820190183627908462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/2820190183627908462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2009/01/xywzchocolate-cake.html' title='x+y+w+z=chocolate cake'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SX0JdkcaiPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s2FYXPNRR5g/s72-c/blackboard_math.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-1167491950885151161</id><published>2008-12-31T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:43:38.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 IS MY YEAR!</title><content type='html'>As many are ringing in the new year either sleeping or partying, I am a little reflective, (and cold, with the wind chill here it is -13 degrees).  The year 2008 brought many challenges and joys.  Some of you have listed things out, and I am going to steal the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 brought:&lt;br /&gt;-A great Florida getaway to get some well needed sun and fun with the "family"&lt;br /&gt;-Lots of snow&lt;br /&gt;-news that my "family" was moving&lt;br /&gt;-prospects of moving to Chicago was on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;-house on the market&lt;br /&gt;-MY BABY MILO TURNED 1!! on Cinco De Mayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;-I celebrated my "57th" birthday with great friends and family&lt;br /&gt;-My first year as a middle school teacher ended, definitely a change from elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;-I tearfully said goodbye to my beloved friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;-I found out what it is like NOT to work over the summer.  (Financially, not wise, but Emotionally very wise).&lt;br /&gt;-Rebecca Payne got married, and is not Rebecca Lewis&lt;br /&gt;-I visited the Illinois State fair for the first time, and WORKED MY ASS OFF painting and keeping others from going crazy. (oh i just looked, my ass is still here.)&lt;br /&gt;-My loving sister had a beautiful wedding in Colorado.  I was a bridesmaid, and Kim was the beautiful bride.&lt;br /&gt;-My second year of middle school started.&lt;br /&gt;-Said goodbye to my 1998 Nissan Sentra, crushed from a drunk driver. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Friends helped me establish a stronger budget, (i am still working on that one!)&lt;br /&gt;-Purchased a 2006 Toyota Camry, still getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;-Got a second job (again) at JC Penny in the Home Department, (right up my alley)&lt;br /&gt;-Celebrated Thanksgiving with a new group of friends!!&lt;br /&gt;-Had a dead tree fall in my yard&lt;br /&gt;-Shoveled more snow&lt;br /&gt;-Had the best ever Cookie Swap Party!!! (Karen and I are great hostesses!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Got Christmas presents out before Christmas. (a big feat if you know me!)&lt;br /&gt;-Developed new traditions for the holidays, spent with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, 2008 had a lot of tears, both happy and sad ones.  God does have a plan for me.  I definitely struggled with the notion of change and things that are out of my control.  I get very uncomfortable with the "unknown" and have had to shelf that uncomfort.  The struggles this year has only made me a stronger person, who is able to be more reflective of my relationships with people.  God has provided me with a great support system across the states.  Friendships strengthened with the distance of another.  Phone calls got longer and more meaningful.  Schedules have allowed me to put things on the calendar to look forward to something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jane said to me this season, "Karen, I want you to have to courage to bust out and meet someone, 2009 is your year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that Jane, I raise my glass and shout, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"2009 IS MY YEAR!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-1167491950885151161?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/1167491950885151161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=1167491950885151161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/1167491950885151161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/1167491950885151161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-is-my-year.html' title='2009 IS MY YEAR!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-2672319110630066766</id><published>2008-12-11T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:44:14.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree Has Fallen, And it got up!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so freaky thing happened this week.  I came home from JCP on Tuesday night and let Milo outside.  The winds were kicking up, and I looked at the dead tree from behind my fence in my neighbors yard.  I looked at it sway in the wind, looked at my fence and prayed.  "God, please let that tree stand for a couple of more years so it doesn't cause any damage.  If it needs to fall, let it fall gracefully and not damage anything large, expensive or hurt someone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak thing, THAT NIGHT, or should I say early the next morning, I heard a bang and thought it was probably my trash can tumbling around near the house.  I didn't think anything of it, until I let Milo out in the morning.  Low and behold, THERE WAS THE TREE, DOWN IN MY YARD.  The tree broke in the middle of its trunk and karate chopped one panel of the fence.  No damage to the house, no damage to the whole fence, just one lonely panel, and that is only half way down.  (the part of the fence that is still standing there is high enough that Milo can't jump over it.)  I was a little stunned to say the least.  I spent most of my prep period calling all over town trying to figure out who lived behind me.  People kept telling me that it is the responsibility of the owner of the dead tree to remove the debris and mend the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long morning, I finally found the access to the person's phone number and called.  She was extremely nice and understanding.  She said that when she got home her and her husband would investigate and determine who owned the tree.  She called me back to let me know that her husband would come by and get rid of it today, (Thursday).  I came home from class tonight and IT IS GONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence needs to be repaired still, but the tree is gone.  The only unfortunate thing...... I didn't get a picture of a huge tree in my yard.  All's well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another challenge that forces me to rely on God.  As shitty as things can be sometimes, and I feel like saying, "ENOUGH ALREADY!!"  God provides!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-2672319110630066766?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/2672319110630066766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=2672319110630066766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/2672319110630066766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/2672319110630066766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-has-fallen-and-it-got-up.html' title='The Tree Has Fallen, And it got up!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-3681217005086387720</id><published>2008-11-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:47:16.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One Is the Turkey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reflect on the past thanksgivings, today for me is a little like another day. A new place to enjoy a meal, some new people to meet. No traditional family time, this thanksgiving is without family in Colorado and family now in Illinois. Today I will miss them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for so many things. I am thankful for a job and the ability to continue to overcome struggles. I am thankful for my family, I know that although miles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; us, we support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I am thankful for a great group of supporting friends, without them these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;transitions&lt;/span&gt; would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;. And last but not least, I am thankful for my turkey! (can you tell which one is the real turkey?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all!!! And don't forget that NOW you can start listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; music and put up your decorations!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273333270851304994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SS6kq6dXPiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dZO7pc5KHv8/s400/Picture+1887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-3681217005086387720?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/3681217005086387720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=3681217005086387720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/3681217005086387720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/3681217005086387720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-one-is-turkey.html' title='Which One Is the Turkey?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SS6kq6dXPiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dZO7pc5KHv8/s72-c/Picture+1887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-5404265902091760967</id><published>2008-11-08T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:59:16.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Design Here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after a great deal of praying, and praying, and frustration, I now have another job. Well right now I actually have two other jobs for the time being. I am tutoring a student, which I started today. That is going to be for about one month, some extra cash in my pocket. The other job is JC Penny in the Home Goods department, RIGHT UP MY ALLEY. I am currently hired on as holiday help right now, but hope to impress all and get hired on after the holidays. (The GM already loves my personality, um, who doesn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have had two days of training so far, mostly watching videos and such. The second day of training was learning the computer system, (not really that hard for me). After the three hour tutorial, you have to take a BIG test, and if you don't pass the BIG test, you have to do the tutorial all over again, NOT HAPPENING FOR ME. While taking the test, I did have some test anxiety. For every right answer I got, I would congratulate myself with a "Yes" or "Bonus". At the end of the test, I got 100%!!!! No retaking the tutorial for me!! I did say rather loudly in the large room, only occupied by me, YIPPEE I GOT 100%!! Someone in the hallway probably thought I was rather weird! Well, they must know me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I was the official "Greeter" and passed out bags to customers to put their shopping in so they could fill it up more. First, totally noticed that I need a different pair of shoes for their floor. Second, I really love shopping for other people! Although I was only a greeter and didn't really know the store, I decorated two peoples bedrooms, and one person's bathroom. I helped them pick out colors, with the full matching everything! I was an interior decorator inside. Top Design here is come!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486820905047858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SRZR3E5SVzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vS1o3Vbz1qo/s320/top-design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SRZRnwpB69I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9HPZqEDUbGs/s1600-h/top-design.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-5404265902091760967?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/5404265902091760967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=5404265902091760967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5404265902091760967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/5404265902091760967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-design-here-i-come.html' title='Top Design Here I come!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SRZR3E5SVzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vS1o3Vbz1qo/s72-c/top-design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-4491396369828896971</id><published>2008-10-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:05:13.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, many people don't know what they are missing. New England is great during the fall. The colors are vibrant and bold. The apple orchards are blooming with wonderful apples&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUE5frAPdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DO_Y5iLpgnA/s1600-h/Picture+1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617125453217234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUE5frAPdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DO_Y5iLpgnA/s320/Picture+1864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I had the great opportunity to bring Karen The Greek Goddess and Tracy from work to go apple picking a couple of weeks ago. There is nothing better than a fresh picked apple!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUEoAtZc0I/AAAAAAAAACs/ipVvLb6d5O0/s1600-h/Picture+1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a gorgeous day, warm weather, packed with people, yummy apple cider donuts, and did I mention apples. We picked a bag of apples, then retreated to Karen's T.G.G. house to enjoy dinner together and make an apple dessert. It was a great night! We ate, laughed, and had a movie marathon. For those who are looking for a good movie, don't ask Karen T.G.G for suggestions. She picked this awful movie called Far North. Not so much fun. But it is great to spend time with friends and laugh! You Girls Rock!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUFJu3ahWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UGsJjLq5fhg/s1600-h/Picture+1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617404409709922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUFJu3ahWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UGsJjLq5fhg/s200/Picture+1859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUFm7gaauI/AAAAAAAAADM/DWo7ijASazs/s1600-h/Picture+1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617906019101410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUFm7gaauI/AAAAAAAAADM/DWo7ijASazs/s200/Picture+1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617607624955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUFVj5tFTI/AAAAAAAAADE/KhOa-QtyURI/s200/Picture+1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-4491396369828896971?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/4491396369828896971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=4491396369828896971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4491396369828896971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4491396369828896971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-of-fall.html' title='The Love Of Fall'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUE5frAPdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DO_Y5iLpgnA/s72-c/Picture+1864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-4869336413525510676</id><published>2008-10-15T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:53:39.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Stresses Me Out So I am Going to Rant</title><content type='html'>Normally I would write something really funny or entertaining for all to read, but today that is not going to be the case.  This whole car situation has really thrown a quagmire in my finances.  I have not been in this financial situation in a while.  I am about one month behind on some bills, I am not sleeping, and I am still looking for another job.  I know that God will provide, but this is truly stressful.  Every time I think I am going to catch up, another bill comes in the mail that I can't pay right now.  I will be able to pay it, just a few days after it is due or in a week when I get another pay check, and that has not happened in a while.  I get stressed out knowing that there is going to be a car payment, new insurance bills, and I am not currently seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that other people are feeling the same crunch, so I know that I am not alone in this battle, but honestly, sometimes I feel that way.  Being an adult is not all that it is cracked up to be.  Whatever happened to freedom and carefree living?  Well it's not here, that's for sure.  I am strangely addicted to television shows that show people never worrying about money, and I don't know if I will ever be in that position.  I swear that it has taken a few years off of my life, and definitely given me a few more gray hairs, (of which I can't afford to get colored). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could win the lottery, right? Isn't that what we all say?  Good things happen to those who wait right?  Well, I am waiting, and wish I had a spare dollar to play the lottery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-4869336413525510676?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/4869336413525510676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=4869336413525510676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4869336413525510676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4869336413525510676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-stresses-me-out-so-i-am-going-to.html' title='Money Stresses Me Out So I am Going to Rant'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-7134103091733604707</id><published>2008-10-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:30:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Snazzy New Wheels, I think...</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you who are just reading this for the first time, I now have a new car. After a long month of headache and struggles, I am the owner of this 2006 Toyota Camry.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880978781054834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SO0WaJ0zp3I/AAAAAAAAACk/dIbGaRSaWNs/s200/Picture+1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;     This ordeal has kept me on my toes. For starters, I want to give a shout out to Tom Laird who was the mastermind in getting the car. Without his help, None of this would be very possible. He was amazing with everything and definitely did more than I expected. Thank you TOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday I found out that the man who hit me, otherwise known as JMIII, plead out. I was unable to file my victim impact statement with the courts to render during his court hearing. So the guy got 600.00 in fees, 1 year probation, and 1 year suspended license, Me, I got a totaled car, a month of headaches, a broke bank account, another job for at lease 3 years and no money right not to see my friends in Illinois. Who got the better deal????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well that aside, I have wonderful friends through all of this. It takes a rough moment to realize that God provides for me. He provided friends that came out of the woodwork to help me think things through. Jed and Beth helped me with a budget to understand where I was in this whole mess. Tom helped with the car purchase. Nate and Priscilla, Danielle, Jane, Tracy, and Karen (not me, but my friend) were my private drivers for a few days, of which I am deeply grateful. My parents heard a great deal of aggravation, but most of all, I harassed the Bortmess's with all this mess almost on a daily basis. (For that I am sorry, but I LOVE YOU GUYS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Gee, some of this almost sounds like an acceptance speech, perhaps it is, I am now accepting a new car, and another job for a while....ugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-7134103091733604707?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/7134103091733604707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=7134103091733604707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/7134103091733604707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/7134103091733604707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-snazzy-new-wheels-i-think.html' title='Some Snazzy New Wheels, I think...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SO0WaJ0zp3I/AAAAAAAAACk/dIbGaRSaWNs/s72-c/Picture+1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-6080833792888283467</id><published>2008-09-27T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:36:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't He HANDSOME?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't resist. Milo when to Pampered Paws today to get his hair cut. Isn't he handsome?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Mil&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6YMHKliqI/AAAAAAAAACU/WlbsND_NL1c/s1600-h/Picture+1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250801549409880738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6YMHKliqI/AAAAAAAAACU/WlbsND_NL1c/s200/Picture+1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o Before!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6YaXe6oMI/AAAAAAAAACc/ifbFz1ttaHw/s1600-h/Picture+1841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250801794308284610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6YaXe6oMI/AAAAAAAAACc/ifbFz1ttaHw/s200/Picture+1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______________ _&lt;/span&gt;      Here is Milo After!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS THE SAME DOG, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-6080833792888283467?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/6080833792888283467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=6080833792888283467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/6080833792888283467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/6080833792888283467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-he-handsome.html' title='Isn&apos;t He HANDSOME?!?!?!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6YMHKliqI/AAAAAAAAACU/WlbsND_NL1c/s72-c/Picture+1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-4718719374965141217</id><published>2008-09-27T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:25:46.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of An Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Thursday marked the end of an era. It is official, there is junk in my trunk, and the trunk is junk. I offic&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6VU25l9SI/AAAAAAAAABk/_NMgBKpPRSA/s1600-h/Picture+1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798401127576866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6VU25l9SI/AAAAAAAAABk/_NMgBKpPRSA/s320/Picture+1835.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ially turned over the title to my car, and am awaiting the arrival of the total check. It was a better financial decision for me. I am going to lease a car while putting a little money aside to buy a car in a couple of years. At least now, I will have air conditioning, even though we are heading into winter, UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sad about my car. It has built a great deal of memories. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6WehATXzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yDUZJmLBfhw/s1600-h/Picture+1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250799666560458546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6WehATXzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yDUZJmLBfhw/s200/Picture+1837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a lot of tears in that car, a lot of laughter and great adventures. In September of 2001 that car was loaded up with everything I owned and drove across the country here to Massachusetts. It drove the long, long, long, hours across Kansas a few times to visit my sister Kim in St. Louis. (I still say that Kansas is a state that would not be missed, there is nothing there and it is very flat.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250798951961418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6V066nW5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AY9DnSW9A4s/s200/Picture+1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So marks the end of an era with the wheels. I am looking forward to the new adventures a new vehicle will bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-4718719374965141217?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/4718719374965141217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=4718719374965141217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4718719374965141217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/4718719374965141217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-era.html' title='The End of An Era'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SN6VU25l9SI/AAAAAAAAABk/_NMgBKpPRSA/s72-c/Picture+1835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-9011574707026758526</id><published>2008-09-19T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:46:14.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there Junk in the Trunk, or is the Trunk Junk?</title><content type='html'>Well, for those of you who do not know, last Wednesday September 10, I was minding my own business, driving home from open house at work, wanting to be home with Milo, watching T.V. when BAM, JMIII ran into me.  UGH!!  I was rear-ended coming off of the highway near my house.  I was very calm and collected, (surprise surprise) called the police, and pulled over to the side away from the rest of the traffic.  JMIII got out of his car, stumbled and insisted I not call the proper authorities.  I was persistent about having the police deal with the situation.  When they finally came, low and behold, JMIII was arrested on the scene for a D.U.I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story does not end there... I took my car into the auto body shop for them to look at it on Friday, and they informed me that I can't drive me car.  So I get a rental.  Monday I get a call from the rental office stating that my rental is not authorized and I must return it.  Hello, did I mention that I can't drive me car???  They said because fault has not been determined.  (For those of you who do not know, Massachusetts is a no fault state.  So without the determination from a police report, no one is at fault.) I know what you are saying right now, just what I was saying... "JMIII rear-ended me and was arrested for a D.U.I, that is obvious fault!!"  UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fault is determined, on his behalf.  Good, problem solved.  NO!!  The insurance company has now said that my car is a TOTAL LOSS!!! UGH again!!  This time, I didn't keep my composure.  I lost it.  Not only was I rear-ended, but now perhaps may have no car.  I am researching everything I can about salvaging my car and fixing it, or taking the total check and figuring something else out.  Tony from the auto body shop is kindly going to make a full inspection of my car on Monday to help me determine if it is better to fix my car or to total it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is now, I know that I have junk in the trunk, but is the trunk junk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672400304308812849-9011574707026758526?l=onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/feeds/9011574707026758526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6672400304308812849&amp;postID=9011574707026758526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/9011574707026758526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672400304308812849/posts/default/9011574707026758526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemaybetheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-there-junk-in-trunk-or-is-trunk-junk.html' title='Is there Junk in the Trunk, or is the Trunk Junk?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130590876690606525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SQUGuEdb11I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kjh-N2Y7leU/S220/Picture+1500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672400304308812849.post-8451182345720636223</id><published>2008-09-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:48:42.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce my alter Ego</title><content type='html'>So I am now getting into the "new" age with blogging. I have "stalked" other people by reading their blogs, but was never really prepared to commit to doing it myself. I thought that today might be a good day to start. We shall see. Maybe I will be more committed to blogging than I am to going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me introduce a new "alter Ego", Math Maniac Monica!!!&lt;br /&gt;She is a super crazy game show host who joined the sixth grade today for a fun math review game. And let me tell you, she is way over the top!!! (Exhausting actually). See for your self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SNGy60E65aI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/RgVbkUJDuc8/s1600-h/Picture+1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247171764344776098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SNGy60E65aI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/RgVbkUJDuc8/s320/Picture+1779.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SNGy7N91aCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c0JOnWBTG0k/s1600-h/Picture+1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247171771294378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHzJwGs-rM0/SNGy7N91aCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c0JOnWBTG0k/s320/Picture+1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that perhaps I see why people act. They are able to be someone else for a while, and leave all the junk at the door. Lets face it, we all have junk, some is dirtier than others, but it is still there. Perhaps being "Monica" this morning helped me realize that it could be worse, or perhaps taught me a little bit about my qualities as a person. 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