<?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-1520004375599304552</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:05:44.129-06:00</updated><category term='fOUR OF'/><category term='wH'/><category term='i'/><title type='text'>OUISER WISDOM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5068360557832304459</id><published>2012-02-02T16:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:19:33.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT THE SHEETS!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that I change my sheets every week. Momma taught me a LONG time ago that you change your sheets every week. That seemed like a good rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was changing those sheets-this morning--it occurred to me that I only sleep on 1/2 of those sheets and the other half--MUST be clean---I am a pretty still sleeper-and when awake-tend to stare at the ceiling a lot---you know--"Hello God--You Awake TOO". ANYWAY- I began thinking why not just sleep on the clean half of the sheets the second week and not wear out the sheets washing them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT--I have always slept on the same side of the bed--I have only one bedside table--that side is nearest the door--on and on. THEN I came up with this brilliant thought--I will just turn the sheets inside out and then I will be sleeping on the clean side. WAIT--I've just changed the sheets AGAIN---DARN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5068360557832304459?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5068360557832304459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5068360557832304459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5068360557832304459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5068360557832304459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/02/about-sheets.html' title='ABOUT THE SHEETS!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-78641675381474234</id><published>2012-02-01T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:54:30.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST THING ABOUT CONSULTING!</title><content type='html'>Another job has ended---I am closing down another--and started a return engagement with yet another client. QUITE stimulating! All are extremely different--all have their own group of complex problems--&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Keeps&lt;/span&gt; the old brain working---I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today--I am only working 3-4 hours a day---expect that to change soon--God is faithfully providing. Meanwhile--I can work on my own taxes--- and PERHAPS get my life straightened out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST THING about all these clients and different venues---well it's certainly not the frantic dashes across town trying to get to the next appointment/meeting/job-with LOADS of NUTS--who can't drive on the street---It's the WONDERFUL people I am meeting. Richly diverse---stretching at times---but ALWAYS bringing me new friends from all walks and in all professions.&lt;br /&gt;HEY---I had an up-close and personal meeting with the Louisiana Bishop of the Episcopal Church---and--I count him and all the rest-a Blessing --a rich reward--for the hard work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-78641675381474234?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/78641675381474234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=78641675381474234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/78641675381474234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/78641675381474234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-thing-about-consulting.html' title='THE BEST THING ABOUT CONSULTING!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4704340275758009280</id><published>2012-01-31T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:41:53.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE IMPORTANT-PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION!</title><content type='html'>SO--an important part of my up-bringing was ALL about good manners. Momma would hear of no less--than proper etiquette. So I have been thinking lately-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it--does it make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I somehow--someway let a burp slip while at home alone---IS IT RUDE? After all there was no one there to hear it--No one was offended---No need for an excuse me--SO ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4704340275758009280?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4704340275758009280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4704340275758009280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4704340275758009280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4704340275758009280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-important-philosophical-question.html' title='MORE IMPORTANT-PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1136633678191711087</id><published>2012-01-31T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:49:39.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES FOR THE ROAD</title><content type='html'>Rules for the Road #3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT SMART-TO WEAVE IN AND OUT OF TRAFFIC--sometimes skipping across several lanes just to arrive a few minutes earlier while endangering the lives of all traveling the road while you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason--this always seems to be men that are pulling this stunt. What NUT would cut short in front of several lanes of traffic in an effort to just drive like a maniac and arrive at his destination following his re-enactment of the Daytona Speedway. NOW--in fairness-must men do not drive like this--but the few that do--cause havoc on the road and incur my wrath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1136633678191711087?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1136633678191711087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1136633678191711087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1136633678191711087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1136633678191711087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-for-road_31.html' title='RULES FOR THE ROAD'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7825562347615892241</id><published>2012-01-30T19:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:15:20.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES FOR THE ROAD</title><content type='html'>Lora's Rules #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT RUN UP BEHIND ME---TAILGATE ME--AND THINK I AM GOING TO SPEED UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is EXTREMELY dangerous to run up behind me---right on my tail--and think I am going to go ANY faster---I promise you I am not--in fact if you do not get off my tail--and you don't have any way around me--I WILL slow down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going the speed limit and usually a little over the speed limit--if that's not fast enough for you---TOO BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7825562347615892241?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7825562347615892241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7825562347615892241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7825562347615892241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7825562347615892241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-for-road_30.html' title='RULES FOR THE ROAD'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1615199787052971510</id><published>2012-01-29T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:55:22.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES FOR THE ROAD</title><content type='html'>A trip to TX has inspired Lora's Driving Rules-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 DO NOT SLOW DOWN TO AN ALMOST DEAD STOP WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE PULLED OVER BY A POLICE OFFICER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a motorist that has been pulled over by Mr. Policeman---he has his car pointed toward the highway the lights are flashing---DO NOT SLOW DOWN SO YOU WILL NOT GET A TICKET--since you OBVIOUSLY are speeding---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman has someone pulled over already--he is out of his car--WRITING A TICKET---HE IS BUSY---when you drive by he is NOT going to run jump into his car---spin his tires and go on the chase---just because he spotted your car whizzing by---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you were speeding---let's say going 80-- IF they do for some unknown reason--decide you are the one they will chase after--if you slow down to 60--they DO NOT subtract points for being 10 miles UNDER the speed limit. In my opinion--they might should ADD $s to the ticket for becoming an obstruction to traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Rule 1---Don't SLOW down--just because someone else is getting a ticket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1615199787052971510?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1615199787052971510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1615199787052971510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1615199787052971510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1615199787052971510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-for-road.html' title='RULES FOR THE ROAD'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2305191170553218198</id><published>2012-01-28T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:11:42.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR POWER</title><content type='html'>I am in Fort Worth for the weekend with my sweet daughter--wonderful SIL-and 2 youngest grands. They are a delight and blessing in my life. I am glad I have the opportunity to slip away from work occasionally and come west to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reflecting since they have all gone to bed on the power we have over each other. After 10 months of being alone---I am seeing things slipping back into the pattern of what they were for most before. Relationships are restored-we all just want things to be just like they were. For almost everyone that can happen and life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the walking wounded---their life will never be the same and the family they knew will never be the same. You have the power to totally change the life and future of some in your life. BE VERY CAREFUL HOW YOU USE THAT POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never feel the same way about myself. I will always wonder what is wrong with me that my family did not stay in tact like almost everyone else around me. I am broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all that have supported me, prayed for me and encouraged me--and I hate that anyone this side of God has this power to totally change me and my future--but it is what it is. And what it is-for me--will never be the same. PLEASE do not comment---I am just trying to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2305191170553218198?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2305191170553218198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2305191170553218198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2305191170553218198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2305191170553218198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-careful-with-your-power.html' title='BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR POWER'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5644447547936028397</id><published>2012-01-26T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:08:59.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO WEAR????</title><content type='html'>I go through the SAME dilemma every morning before heading out to work. WHAT TO WEAR! I suppose there is some thought that I should dress professionally---you know suited up. I do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; like to wear that suit---but I wore suits for YEARS!---ENOUGH ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fortunate-so far-with my clients and worked places where no one is dressy dressy---so slacks--even jeans are fine. The problem is what is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;offered&lt;/span&gt; out there in the shops! There seems to be very little on the shelves and rods for a woman -my age-. You know something that is cute-looks good on-and doesn't make one look like a little old lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW--there are mornings that I dress and look in the mirror and think---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OVER IT---YOU ARE NOT A YOUNG WOMAN ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN --THERE ARE THE DAYS THAT I LOOK IN THE MIRROR at the tights- and long form fitting tight---and wonder just WHAT do I do for a profession? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO how does one dress their age---still look stylish and well dressed and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT look like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOCHY&lt;/span&gt; Momma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5644447547936028397?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5644447547936028397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5644447547936028397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5644447547936028397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5644447547936028397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-to-wear.html' title='WHAT TO WEAR????'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2494742294080792957</id><published>2012-01-25T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:29:28.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST ANXIETY!</title><content type='html'>I had one of my "Test Anxiety" dreams last night. You know---you found out you are enrolled in a class that you have not attended all quarter and bolt into the final test unprepared. You can't find the building where the test is being held---perhaps you are prepared--but where is the test? You over sleep and run across campus in your PJ's trying to get there on time--Your late--the professor has locked the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dreams are all about control---now I am having trouble sleeping again--only sleeping 4-6 hours per night and THEN the few hours I do sleep I dream -anxious dreams--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get to that test--prepared---ready to take the test--and IN CONTROL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2494742294080792957?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2494742294080792957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2494742294080792957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2494742294080792957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2494742294080792957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/test-anxiety.html' title='TEST ANXIETY!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-865512938121104987</id><published>2012-01-24T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:02:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANNING THE LAST HURRAH!</title><content type='html'>Friend Barbara told me I had done my children a HUGE favor when I cleaned out my house from the attic to the storage building when I moved. I am down to bare bones now--They will not have a lifetime accumulation to sort through. I did this for my mother and my in-laws--it is a daunting task! I cleaned out Momma's things when she was in her last days. That is not a good time to face that task. I was not thinking straight-and have regretted some of my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I need to plan my last big party--the final good bye. The first decision is where do I want to be planted? There is probably room in the plot where my Daddy is--that is in Farmerville where I grew up. I am sure Daddy would like that as would Mama and Papa who are right by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Momma who is in Texas-near my children and grands who are all in Texas now. There is noone-except Momma and Grandmother and Granddaddy and my oldest brother who died as an infant-who will really care if I am there and it is not exactly right next door to my children. I do not really have any contact with my Texas cousins-sadly, so --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after all--it is JUST a shell--it will not be me---I will be gone---Stuff me and Stand me in a corner--WHO CARES!!! I'm JUST SAYING---If you come and they have that casket open---SLAM IT SHUT---I will not look natural---I won't have my mouth flapping---that is natural!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-865512938121104987?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/865512938121104987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=865512938121104987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/865512938121104987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/865512938121104987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/planning-last-hurrah.html' title='PLANNING THE LAST HURRAH!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8752613677647885389</id><published>2012-01-23T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:00:13.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACE ANN</title><content type='html'>On a lighter note---I fell while running last Monday. My hand and knees are still sore---and a LOVELY shade of yellow. Take a walk around the sidewalks in Ruston---REALLY POOR SHAPE! The good thing about the traffic mess downtown is that the sidewalks are being repaired. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how many times one of the runners have fallen while taversing these dangerous walks. We run in the early AM dark---you can't see even with the streetlights and the walks have multiple levels--breaks---pits---cracks--a recipe for disaster---AND disaster struck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had broken my wrist--first --then later--I noticed the huge knot on my shoulder and knees. I must have REALLY hard bones---as evidenced by the really hard head I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Grace Ann fell---left part of my epidermis on that walk--I may put up a marker---HERE LIES PARTS OF LORA--RIP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8752613677647885389?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8752613677647885389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8752613677647885389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8752613677647885389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8752613677647885389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/grace-ann.html' title='GRACE ANN'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-294512710833397800</id><published>2012-01-22T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:58:33.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT TO WORRY--IT WILL BE A SMACK DOWN!</title><content type='html'>I have had some comments and concern about my post on the wrestling match that God and I are having at the moment. I am not a robot---there is a thing called free will---(sorry all you Presbyterians out there) and the brain that God gives us all. I am not His puppet--but His child---so as ALL children do--I question His decisions and choices and the places He takes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SCREAMING at Him that life's not fair---just like I screamed at Momma that she wasn't fair. I am mad at times--in a twit at times---just plain down right pouting at others--BUT GUESS WHAT---I still love Him in fact I adore Him---I want His attention---I desire His eye to be upon me in favor. HE is the most important one in my life---He has stripped all else from me--there is no one left to lean upon but Him. Just because I am questioning His justice and the places He has taken me--doesn't mean I don't love Him---I am being the rebellious child and we are having a throw down--must be stupid because I know where this is going to lead-I will be on my face at the end of the match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Psalms---I am not the first to question and yell and shout and wonder---That's probably WHY He gave us this book--to show us--it's alright-I can take it -I'm not just a Big God--I AM A HUGE GOD! So not to worry--I'll scrape myself off the mat as He gives me a hand up -and keep doing "The Next Right Thing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-294512710833397800?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/294512710833397800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=294512710833397800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/294512710833397800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/294512710833397800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-to-worry-it-will-be-smack-down.html' title='NOT TO WORRY--IT WILL BE A SMACK DOWN!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1721491126573225638</id><published>2012-01-21T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:49:44.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE INTIMACY</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking today about intimacy---and just what it is. I went to the movie and became so aware that today's society would have us all believe that intimacy is all about physical knowledge of another. I don't really think so- though I do think this physical part of intimacy is the icing on the cake--we ALL know that the physical part can be experienced with no real intimacy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy grows with the years of--sharing--caring--dreaming--living life as one. When one knows you almost as well as you know yourself--when you have suffered loss together-worried together-worked together-spent hours upon hours upon hours in conversation--listening--talking--sharing--laughing--crying. When the other is more important than you are to yourself--you are then beginning to understand intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have experienced the joy of birth--the pain of death--the concern of illness and injury--&lt;br /&gt;You have seen and heard it all--and come to accept the other for who they are--warts and all. You have prayed together, worshipped together, cried out to God together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have watched the ravages of time and still consider the other the most beautiful-handsome and have left the thrill of infatuation behind for the joy of the familiar. You don't have to be anyone but yourself --and yourself is always good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy is a wonderful gift--a blessing---that can only be truly shared with one...only one at a time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the time comes --that there is only God to be intimate with--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1721491126573225638?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1721491126573225638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1721491126573225638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1721491126573225638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1721491126573225638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-intimacy.html' title='TRUE INTIMACY'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2319942630066454997</id><published>2012-01-20T18:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:14:22.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WRESTLING MATCH</title><content type='html'>I am in a wrestling match with an opponent I can't possibly defeat---God...but like Jacob---I am NOT currently happy with The Most High---in fact I think you can say I am DOWN RIGHT ANGRY! I will not go into why I am wrestling--suffice it to say---I am questioning His being just----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of the prayer that Jesus taught us---the perfect prayer--The Lord's Prayer--the part about "Thy Will"---that's a bitter pill to swallow at times---What about what I want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say God has faithfully provided work--another new job starts Monday--BUT what about the ministry time that I loved---there is almost no time for that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a shipwreck---I dragged myself onto the shore &amp;amp; I have cried out to God &amp;amp; we are wrestling---wrestling--hopefully I will not limp away from the match-- My friend Barbara told me He had a big chest to pummel away---that's exactly what I am doing--not sleeping much---working &amp;amp; wrestling--that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2319942630066454997?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2319942630066454997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2319942630066454997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2319942630066454997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2319942630066454997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/wrestling-match.html' title='WRESTLING MATCH'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8519488879930756719</id><published>2012-01-14T11:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:42:41.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME EXCUSES</title><content type='html'>I have been challenged---chastised---about my "self absorbed"- "self pitying" posts on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and this blog as well. At first---I must admit I was angry---thinking--you don't understand. As always--I then take the time to reflect and analyze---that which has been pointed out. Perhaps she is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do KNOW that I function much better when I do not have my eyes on my navel. I LOVE being of help to others---I Love Loving my family and friends. I totally "get it" when challenged to focus on others--I made the comment in Small Group this week when asked "What would you like said at your funeral" That I hoped I would be remembered as "She loved well." SO I do understand what is most important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem that has caused this "self pity"---"self focus" is our marriage ending after 38 years has caused a HUGE hole in my life. I am THROWING myself into life---working long hard hours---taking on several jobs at a time---trying to help my children and grands---hosting and participating with small group--ministering to the toddlers every Sunday. I am BUSY-BUSY- I still volunteer every other Thursday at Cypress Springs--I am running with my pals---trying to keep my ears open to needs and meeting them. As I said--I am busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem---is I still come home to an empty house--this is not the way I thought my life would end--I am having to totally rethink who I am and where I am---I am having to figure out what is the new normal. It is NOT easy! BUT I am not shirking from the task--I am trying to face it--and DO THE NEXT RIGHT THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ALL that said--I apologize for my bouts of self absorption--and If I seem to be self pitying--I hate that you got that from my posts. I am blessed and I FULLY know that. A lot of what I post is tongue in cheek--but as I was reminded today --the written word is open to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt;. SO I will be careful about the words I write from now on and appreciate the one who called me on the carpet-you have made me think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8519488879930756719?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8519488879930756719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8519488879930756719' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8519488879930756719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8519488879930756719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/lame-excuses.html' title='LAME EXCUSES'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7428313532557937285</id><published>2012-01-10T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:08:19.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T KEEP THIS UP!</title><content type='html'>I have a problem----a sagging-----can't keep it up problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest fashion is wearing tights with all of your tops---and I love tights---keep the legs warm---keep me from having to shave--etc. My problem is they ALL will NOT stay up---I spend the day--pulling them up. It can be mortifying to wonder if you walk across the room if your tights are going to stay put--of if with every step you take---it is going to appear that you have loose skin drooping around your knees---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW the problem--I just figured it all out---I am 66 inches tall---from my waist to the floor there is 44 inches----I'm ALL leg---I MEASURED --I'm really sure about his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO if you have a pair of suspenders--could I borrow them PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7428313532557937285?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7428313532557937285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7428313532557937285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7428313532557937285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7428313532557937285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-being-serious-here.html' title='I CAN&apos;T KEEP THIS UP!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2590799858588978205</id><published>2012-01-09T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:57:46.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DIGNITY!</title><content type='html'>This is sad---but true---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is dignity in one leaving you in death--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO dignity in being left--abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the world's judgement--not mine. In the eyes of the Bible I am a widow---but the world does not recognize that truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this---what are your thoughts about friends that lost husband's by death? and what are your thoughts about your friends that lost husbands by divorce?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2590799858588978205?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2590799858588978205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2590799858588978205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2590799858588978205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2590799858588978205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/dignity.html' title='DIGNITY!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6114768432411825176</id><published>2012-01-08T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:44:22.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A SCIENTIFIC FACT!</title><content type='html'>Today while reading and studying the Second Law of Thermodynamics---the truth hit me boldly in the head---but first let me give you the theory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this basic law of science (2nd Law of Thermodynamics) reveals the exact opposite. In the long run, complex, ordered arrangements actually tend to become simpler and more disorderly with time. There is an irreversible downward trend ultimately at work throughout the universe. Evolution, with its ever increasing order and complexity, appears impossible in the natural world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More simply put---I prefer to call it the theory of implosion-----all things return to their original state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my newest great nephew yesterday---he is 5 days old----he is a little soft--supple---mush bag----You could just eat him up---but he has no muscle tone----he's just kind of there---you even have to support his head. This is where we ALL start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Law---states left alone--we will all return to that which we came from or the point where we started. We will collapse in on ourselves--or implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this current moment that is EXACTLY what my body is doing---returning to the state from which it started. It is REALLY sweet and cute when you weight 8 pounds-and are a few days old---BUT NOT such a pretty sight at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP I'M IMPLODING-----SOMEBODY HELP ME OUT THERE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6114768432411825176?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6114768432411825176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6114768432411825176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6114768432411825176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6114768432411825176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-scientific-fact.html' title='IT&apos;S A SCIENTIFIC FACT!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-740353537759066220</id><published>2012-01-07T18:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:08:23.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPLANATION NEEDED--</title><content type='html'>Today has been a hard day--as weekends are often difficult. I have tried to stay busy---projects-visiting---but there are still empty moments to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to heaven I would like for God to explain to me why he created us (women-anyway) with the need for a man in our lives. I actually like myself and don't mind my own company--but there are times---that I am very lonesome---incomplete---alone. When I see a couple my age shopping together, driving down the road together, entering the room together, having a meal together--sitting in church together--I always think---I should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would God create us like that knowing that most of us women will eventually be alone? Why would he let those that He loves so dearly--suffer this emptiness? I KNOW---I have been told--I believe----HE should be enough----but to date--I have not felt him warm my feet at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I EVER going to adjust to being alone? I've been alone for almost 10 months---but unless I am working and busy--I have this feeling of something is really missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my list to ask God why---when we meet face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-740353537759066220?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/740353537759066220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=740353537759066220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/740353537759066220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/740353537759066220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/explanation-needed.html' title='EXPLANATION NEEDED--'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6031466104259578962</id><published>2012-01-06T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:46:29.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN REMOVAL CONTEMPLATION</title><content type='html'>I have finally figured out the part of me that is most desirous---in fact--perhaps the only part of me that anyone really desires--My Brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have -by God's Grace--more offers for work than I can accept. It seems all these years of crunching numbers--helping others with their businesses---and trying to maintain a good professional reputation have paid off. I am BUSY---really busy---I want to try and help them all--there just are not enough hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps all of the rest of me is no longer a "hot item" on the market---BUT I am comforted by the fact that there are some that recognize my brain still functions rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO perhaps I should have my brain removed---it can then become "The Server" for my business universe. Clients can send me information "On The Cloud" and I can help them all--a GIANT BRAIN COMPUTER--the best part of me-I can then spread it around--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to find a doctor to do the deed for me---something tells me that the #1 SIL will be no help! He prefers my hands---and their diaper changing abilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6031466104259578962?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6031466104259578962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6031466104259578962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6031466104259578962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6031466104259578962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/brain-removal-contemplation.html' title='BRAIN REMOVAL CONTEMPLATION'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-3521180721845857436</id><published>2012-01-05T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:55:54.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF THE CLOSET!</title><content type='html'>Well I am going to finally come clean---come out of the closet---reveal the bare facts---tell all--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A ROMANTIC AT HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-3521180721845857436?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3521180721845857436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=3521180721845857436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3521180721845857436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3521180721845857436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/out-of-closet.html' title='OUT OF THE CLOSET!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-41258724991133571</id><published>2012-01-03T20:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:27:46.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I WERE A MAN-</title><content type='html'>I don't really like to beg or plead---but there comes a time-when it is necessary. There are some things--I just cannot do--like get the silly DVD player to work! Friend David came over tonight and got the thing working just in time for the new Bible study for our small group tomorrow night. NOT THAT I WOULD EVER WAIT UNTIL THE LAST SECOND! His Mom-Helen-volunteered him and he was most willing-even went to Wally World and bought the necessary wire. THANK YOU, DAVID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday---John and son came to my rescue. I actually got my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cmas&lt;/span&gt; tree down and drug the parts out and stored them in the box in the garage-BUT it weighs a LOT---so when they delivered a desk I bought from the sweet Ward family--they put the tree in the storage house for me yesterday. THANK YOU JOHN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Debbie went and picked the tree up for me--since it would not fit into my car when I bought it and Jim unloaded it---as I said IT IS quite heavy. THANK YOU Jim &amp;amp; Debbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. I have 2 heavy mirrors and a large framed picture that need to be hung. I have a large rug that needs to be put down--but furniture will have to be moved. I am waiting to beg a favor for those jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I WERE A MAN----I see a huge possibility for a new business--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENT A HUBBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only woman out there that needs help---someone could have a very good business doing these kind of things. I would be happy to pay someone---if I could just find a handyman to hire. SO since there is not any such business locally---I have to beg a favor--or just look at things undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY--you could make a good living doing this---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-41258724991133571?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/41258724991133571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=41258724991133571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/41258724991133571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/41258724991133571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-were-man.html' title='IF I WERE A MAN-'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7605934126814206626</id><published>2012-01-02T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:31:30.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PATH!</title><content type='html'>I went for a run at the park this morning. I came up with a few rules that I need to follow when on the path:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a map of the path---study it--memorize it--know what it says---it will help your run along the path be much easier. Follow the map---don't get lost---it pays to know and follow the path or you could be in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on the path---there are many distractions along the way--some good and some bad---but keep your eyes on the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for the roots, snags, potholes, ruts, and other obstacles that appear out of no where with no warning--they are dangerous and can cause you injury--perhaps even serious injury--beware - keep your eyes on the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path is filled with little up and downs--huge hills--even steep climbs and sometime the downward path can be even more treacherous than the climb up---It is HARD---but you have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hairpin curves that make you believe you are running in circles--sometimes you think you have already run this path---don't let that trick you into not paying attention---keep your eyes on the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for those on the trail with you--those near and those not so near---watch for them---listen to them--you are together for a purpose --you are charged with watching for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish line is there-but don't worry about the finish line until it is clearly in sight---run the trail in front of you--do your very best-know who you are running with---and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PATH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7605934126814206626?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7605934126814206626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7605934126814206626' title='1 Comments'/><link 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YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands held upward---worshipping my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands in dirt---planting new growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands in pot- chopping and stirring black eyed pea soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands on keys--putting my thoughts on paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands around others--Loving and being loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT WAY TO START A NEW YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8127129867136211456?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8127129867136211456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8127129867136211456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lot's wife--"Don't Look Back"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--Instead of rehashing what you all already know--I am going to look forward and give you my list of "I Hope To's" for 2012. I don't call them resolutions----resolutions can be broken and then you are defeated. "Hope To's"---well if you slip up and sometimes fail--start over--try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are in quite random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn toward God---moment by moment--seek Him---don't sit around waiting for Him to hit me over the head (perhaps He has already done that a time or two)---Look for Him--tune in to Him---Embrace Him--Let Him be Him---and show me how He wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Find balance in my life--church, family, work, play, fun, exercise---strive to come up with a better balance--ALL work and no play makes Lora a VERY dull girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laugh---smile----have fun---don't dwell on the what if's, why's, if only's--accept what is---go from there and find joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Plan a project for others--at least once a quarter---keep my eyes and ears open and find time to do for others--even when working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy and be with all my wonderful friends--make time---take time---no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Listen--to those around me and that God places in my path---be perceptive of what is being said and pro-active about what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dig in the dirt---paint a wall---continue to make this my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Listen for how God is directing me about my work. Do the best I can for those that I work for-be a friend and mentor to those that I work with--use the wisdom and knowledge gained from all these years--for the betterment of those that I am surrounded by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a better Mother and Lulu to the most important people in my life. Listen-play-help-be there for them. Remind them of how proud I am of them and who they are---Give them my blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Live in Peace---with Who God Is--Who I Am--and Where I Find Myself--accept-embrace-make the most of each moment He gives me. Know the plans He has for me---and know His great undeserved love for me. Know that He indeed has His eye upon me each second and is never surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for all that have read---&lt;br /&gt;all that have supported openly--&lt;br /&gt;all that care--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All Mightly in 2012-HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1489788856646392930?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1489788856646392930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1489788856646392930' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1489788856646392930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1489788856646392930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-look-back.html' title='DON&apos;T LOOK BACK-'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4912443239460109251</id><published>2011-12-30T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:08:07.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ME AND THE BIG BOYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONG oval table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Great Looking Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch &amp;amp; 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&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smorgasbord&lt;/span&gt;! I have always teased my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; about participating in worship at several different churches--at the same time. I have come to decide she may be onto something after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working with the Episcopal vestry in a business engagement. I have found that I quite enjoy my "High Church" friends. I've always loved the liturgy and rituals of high church--knowing this has been used in worship for generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working with the newest church in town which is a a strange duck in itself since it is the combination of two churches. WAIT! GASP---two churches are joining together--not splitting---WHO IN THE WORLD EVER HEARD OF THAT! The worship is more contemporary---get this---THEY DON'T PASS THE PLATE! You are expected to give willingly and as instructed in the Scripture. There is some hand clapping, some hand raising, and in general a little joyous worship. Pretty contemporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I attended Christmas Eve services with #1 daughter and family &amp;amp; #2 son--- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;charismatic&lt;/span&gt;---and quite wonderful. Free---worship as you feel--you may be sitting by a pauper---in thread bare clothes---or a granola doctor---quite the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eclectic&lt;/span&gt; mix. I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO---I love the entire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smorgasbord&lt;/span&gt;----could dine at a different table every night---enjoy and love it all--somehow I think God must love it all too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5280995968739500937?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5280995968739500937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5280995968739500937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5280995968739500937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5280995968739500937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/ecumenical-smorgasbord.html' title='ECUMENICAL SMORGASBORD'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8878214010237357472</id><published>2011-12-28T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:42:33.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ME AND ALL THE BOYS ARE HAVING LUNCH</title><content type='html'>I have a business lunch Friday. One of the 3 jobs I am working on currently has called a meeting of the "Financial Committee" Friday. Little Old Me and about 10 men----HUMMM---All Financial Types---NOW ---I know you are all SO jealous knowing that we will be talking over budgets, financial statements, projections----and how to suspend it all in the cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8878214010237357472?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8878214010237357472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8878214010237357472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8878214010237357472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8878214010237357472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-and-all-boys-are-having-lunch.html' title='ME AND ALL THE BOYS ARE HAVING LUNCH'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8345548957750276811</id><published>2011-12-27T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:50:21.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>Who am I now? How do I monogram my towels and sheets? I know I will always be a James---my birth name---but who am I now. Does the fact that I was married for all those years and my children all have that name mean that I am still my married name? Somehow I feel like I am in limbo land---not quite knowing just who I am. My professional license, my driver's license---the title to my new home--all those important papers have that name on it. It would be a huge task-that I do not currently have the energy for to change all of that---but somehow it does not feel right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now? Not a widow---in society's sight--even though the Bible gives the status of widow to me. Not a wife anymore--when one leaves the marriage--the other has been abandoned--there is no other way to look at it. So since we are both alive and well---no one is widowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on--you get the drift--how do you treat your friends and acquaintances in my place? Who are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8345548957750276811?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8345548957750276811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8345548957750276811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8345548957750276811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8345548957750276811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7064998530956339514</id><published>2011-12-26T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:03:54.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SWEET KIDS</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over---I survived-My children and grandchildren made the survival possible. We were all together at various times during Christmas week---some longer than others---but all together. We stayed busy-we cooked-we ate-we played-we walked-we talked-we were together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will never be the same as it was--but there are many others that are experiencing the same struggle of finding a new normal. Is life ever normal? Well for many many years-I thought it was pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cold-rainy Christmas day this year---I stopped and was thankful for being warm and dry---many are not. I had all my children and grandchildren-together--many are not able to be together. I had a great time cooking with Gabe and eating with all the family-many are hungry. I tried to put it all in perspective. I have family that I love and that loves me--many are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not what it had been---but it was good. I somehow managed to raise 3 wonderful children and gain 2 more my marriage---LUCK?- God's Grace-plain and simple! I am thankful for them and our time together. So one last time--Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7064998530956339514?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7064998530956339514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7064998530956339514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7064998530956339514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7064998530956339514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-sweet-kids.html' title='MY SWEET KIDS'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-9133204153206202315</id><published>2011-12-24T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:09:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNUAL CHRISTMAS LETTER</title><content type='html'>Dear Anyone in The WWW--who might or might not know me--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes the time of the year for my annual update following all of your Christmas letters telling me how well you all are doing-including your successes, riches, children succeeding, trips to points of incredible interest, trophies won, awards gained and diplomas eared. REALLY your life sounds quite blissful--almost Eden like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has found me going back to work. It seems that I began work with paper and pen 40 years ago and now found myself "on the cloud". I cannot seem to find the cloud--much less figure out how in the world you get there! WHO owns the cloud---which part of the sky does it reside in!--does anyone else have access to my personal cloud?---is it all vapor? can you touch it? WHO IN THE WORLD CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My travels have consisted of 2 trips to Erie,PA where I toured the back of a moving truck --and then flew to Fort Worth with a 6 month old and a 24 month old, and my 336 month old. It was REALLY fun and those sitting around us were delighted by the shrieks and cries as we flew the friendly skies, especially by the 336 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in training for a new career in packing, shipping and receiving. After moving 3 households in a period of nine months. I have become quite proficient in it. The secret is to throw most of the junk away. If you have not seen it or used it in a year you do not need it. What EVER possessed me to buy all of this crap anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short career in retailing---a garage sale---proved to be WAY to much bang for too little of a buck---after weeks of getting ready--and then standing out in the August record heat to have someone bargin with me over hundreds of dollars of stuff that I marked at $5 and they want to know what I will take for it---REALLY??? I suggest call your local charity and see if they will come pick the junk up---it might even be worth a donation to just get it off your hands. Remember one man's junk is another's treasure---somewhere out there is SOMEONE loving my crocheted toliet paper holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a spring and summer chasing armadillos and shooting holes in the side of the house---I moved into a town neighborhood. I just knew my trials were over---then the smart city deer appeared---they have taken things to a new high by spitting out the plants they don't like. I have replanted my pansies a dozen times so far. Someone told me you cannot shoot a gun in the city limits----I am shopping for a compound bow in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these FUN times this year---I am sitting here with my mature daughter and son-in-law in their red union suits with the forever lazy quick exit snaps and # 2 son, Gabe who is sweating after a fun evening of being Santa's helper. The other 2 grands and #1 &amp;amp; favorite DIL left yesterday after all being together here in Fort Worth-including Lulu's cooking, a trip to the&lt;br /&gt;Children's Museum- and a walk to the park just down the street to play and feed the ducks. The little cousins LOVE the big cousins---what a delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church together tonight ---babies in tow---Carols, Scripture, &amp;amp; Candle-light---communion--a reminder of how God has truly blessed me. Home now in front of the fire---with the tree glowing and the presents under the tree----all waiting for Santa to stop by for his snack and milk sitting by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to All &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;To All A Goodnight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-9133204153206202315?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9133204153206202315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=9133204153206202315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/9133204153206202315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/9133204153206202315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/annual-christmas-letter.html' title='ANNUAL CHRISTMAS LETTER'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4197851272606121339</id><published>2011-12-18T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:18:55.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY</title><content type='html'>I am in TX moving #1 daughter into her new house.  #1 daughter is in Erie visiting with her sweet friends that she had to leave behind when moving back to the South.  WHY--I have been asked a million times when I have told this story--Why would you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she has blessed me with 2 of the 4 sweetest grands a "LuLu" could ever want.  Because she has talked with me, laughed with me and cried with me.  Because she is a Servant of the King.  Because she is one of the best mothers I have ever known.  Because I love her and her sweet brothers more than I could EVER say--and would walk through fire or take a bullet for any of them-their spouses or children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND because I need someone to take care of me in my old age---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting a little too serious there---besides ANOTHER chapter in my Camille book---she is QUITE the girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4197851272606121339?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4197851272606121339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4197851272606121339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4197851272606121339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4197851272606121339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-why.html' title='THIS IS WHY'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2796543890779552404</id><published>2011-12-17T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:20:39.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WERE WE BORN?</title><content type='html'>I tend to be a deep thinker-believe it or not. SO today on my birthday---I am thinking about why was I born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is really quite simple--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To glorify God and give Him good pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about us---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ONLY peace will come from serving Him by serving others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the times in my life that I have been the happiest--most joyful---most content--at peace--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ALWAYS revolved around Service---dying to self----putting others first---I have never been happy, joyful, content or peaceful when seeking what makes ME happy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO as I reflect and as I pray my birthday prayer---my desire is to put God first---look to Him--listen to Him and be open to what he places before me and in my path---and then have the courage and energy to tackle that task-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other reason to be here---but to give Him great pleasure &amp;amp; bless His Holy Name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2796543890779552404?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2796543890779552404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2796543890779552404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2796543890779552404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2796543890779552404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-were-we-born.html' title='WHY WERE WE BORN?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4112547178176637671</id><published>2011-12-16T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:21:15.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENT BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>This will be my first birthday alone---probably ever---there has always been someone around-all my life. What does God do---he puts 2 in my path that are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One OLD friend--who sobbed on the phone while talking with me yesterday---it broke my heart--SO I am preparing Lora's famous chili for supper tomorrow night and she and a few other close friends are coming to be together. We are CALLED to be here for one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another--a BRAND new friend---HAVE to spend some time with her tomorrow--if she will let me---we need to talk--God is directing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN---there's the sweet little family we found out about at the 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hour---they need Christmas gifts---trying to see all this is done before leaving--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO---1st birthday alone--proves to be VERY busy--thinking of others--Thank You, God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4112547178176637671?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4112547178176637671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4112547178176637671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4112547178176637671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4112547178176637671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/different-birthday.html' title='DIFFERENT BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5832987390853980969</id><published>2011-12-14T22:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:31:51.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIGHTEN-THICKEN-UPLIFT-----</title><content type='html'>I am NOT believing the point I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gotten&lt;/span&gt; to in life----it now takes me more than my usual 10 minutes 15 tops to get dressed. I HAVE determined what the problem is-----I've been duped by the media! I watched TOO many commercials and think that I can look like I am 10 years my junior---WHAT an IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these serums that I put on my face to tighten up that maybe not quite as tight skin on my face. I have this stuff to rub on my head--to thicken up those thinning locks----I have the whitening toothpaste-used with the electronic toothbrush--to protect against gum disease and make my smile glaringly bright--I have the drops you put on your eyelids--to replenish the eyelashes that gave up the ghost--and then there is the complete body lotion to tighten and firm aging skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRIEF----THAT IS JUST THE TiP OF THE ICEBERG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT----one thing is for sure-----YOU CAN'T FOOL MOTHER NATURE!!! She's a relentless mistress----bound and determined to have her way! SO I GIVE! Take me away &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Calgon&lt;/span&gt;---OLD is OLD----WELL I may not can do anything about the age I look-----BUT I CAN do something about the age I feel--and basically I still feel young and I am definitely ready to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rumble&lt;/span&gt;--SO THERE MOTHER NATURE----TAKE THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5832987390853980969?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5832987390853980969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5832987390853980969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5832987390853980969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5832987390853980969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/tighten-thicken-uplift.html' title='TIGHTEN-THICKEN-UPLIFT-----'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6148009356469526505</id><published>2011-12-13T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:57:26.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB OFFER!</title><content type='html'>One of the things I miss a GREAT deal is having someone to share my day with. Friday after work--I picked up Helen and Debbie for our quick trip to Monroe. The first 30 minutes--my day POURED out of me---I am not usually that big of a talker---I had just forgotten how it helps to rehash---think through---process what your day has been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I will put an ad in the local paper--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employment Opportunity--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of ears to listen---without comment--except on rare occasion--to the ups/downs---ins/outs--wonderful/sad/puzzling/irritating/surprising/happy moments in my day. The sometimes hilarious---(droopy drawers)---sometimes serious--releasing or reprimanding an employee--sometimes joyous---a word from God--sometimes impossible---can't make another step -moments of a day. Requirements-accept and like me for who I am. An occasional day off--but sometimes 7 days a week. Compensation---loyalty and service beyond your imagination AND I will listen to your day also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6148009356469526505?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6148009356469526505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6148009356469526505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6148009356469526505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6148009356469526505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/job-offer.html' title='JOB OFFER!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-285243143153143094</id><published>2011-12-12T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:18:47.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU LIVE ALONE-----</title><content type='html'>you can watch Hallmark movies to you could actually write one yourself. You know---everyone is sad---Christmas is just not going to be right OR we are not going to have Christmas AT ALL--OR their is a grump who is spoiling all the Christmas fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN charges---the good fairy---the sharp elf---the knight in shining armor---and SAVES Christmas---and MAGICALLY EVERYTHING is decorated from the top of the trees to the garbage cans and EVERYONE is singing Carols in the street with perfect harmony and pitch and the Knight marries the Princess---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; PEACE ON EARTH AND GOODWILL TO MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a TOTAL SAP and still believe in Fairy Tale Endings----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST be delusional or some other Psycho Babel Term!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-285243143153143094?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/285243143153143094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=285243143153143094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/285243143153143094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/285243143153143094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-live-alone.html' title='WHEN YOU LIVE ALONE-----'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1599058729319368711</id><published>2011-12-11T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:23:37.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P U S H !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>35 YEARS ago today, I pushed ONE BIG BABY into the world--without the benefit of drugs. I was into the "Holistic Approach" to childbirth----Natural Childbirth was all the rage. He had the usual BIG James head---and was quite the little chubster on top of that 9+ pounds. If I remember right, I think I weighed 10 pounds more than when I got pregnant and here he came almost the entire 10 pounds himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap everyone in the delivery room before he finally made his arrival known to us all. He began crying immediately and didn't stop for at least a couple of hours. I don't blame him---we both needed those drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of my biggest fans and continually supportive---I was Blessed beyond measure that day. His heart is large as the state of Texas where he lives and is always soft when it comes to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WISH I was with him today to give him a huge birthday hug---love him more than I could ever explain---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY BIRTHDAY---GABE---will have to do for today and then the hug will follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU, Sweet Boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1599058729319368711?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1599058729319368711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1599058729319368711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1599058729319368711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1599058729319368711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/p-u-s-h.html' title='P U S H !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4242871226140310144</id><published>2011-12-10T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:38:01.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IS CHRISTMAS JUST FOR FAMILIIES?</title><content type='html'>I have always loved Christmas---the lights, the decorations, the tree, the stockings,----I love to just go over the top! I have my house decorated from one end to the other inside. I am disappointed with what I have gotten done on the outside, but hopefully next year I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the special programs, the concerts, the recitals, the parades, the parties,--riding around looking at the lights---being with friends and especially being with family. It really all revolves around family and friends. How much would we enjoy all the sights and sounds of the season without our families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special reminder of the wonderful gift that was given to us LONG ago is certainly the most important thing about the season. We can actually love and relish that part of the season---alone---for we are never really alone--He is faithfully always with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Christmas for families--perhaps----but the birth of Christ---that was for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4242871226140310144?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4242871226140310144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4242871226140310144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4242871226140310144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4242871226140310144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-christmas-just-for-familiies.html' title='IS CHRISTMAS JUST FOR FAMILIIES?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2495597449752251483</id><published>2011-12-09T21:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:58:06.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HELP IMPROVE YOUR CHRISTMAS SPIRIT---</title><content type='html'>I have had the privilege to be asked to shop for an 11 year old girl whose mother is addicted to drugs and her Auntie is raising her. It breaks my heart to even think about how she must feel--but I have the wonderful honor to shop for Christmas for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went flying to Monroe tonight with Debbie and Helen in tow to shop after a LONG week. I must admit--I REALLY DID NOT WANT TO GO TO MONROE---but after getting in the store and starting to shop for her---it was all joy---What fun---to once again play Santa Claus and for someone that has so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is what it is all about!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2495597449752251483?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2495597449752251483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2495597449752251483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2495597449752251483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2495597449752251483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-help-improve-your-christmas-spirit.html' title='TO HELP IMPROVE YOUR CHRISTMAS SPIRIT---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5017505272253118363</id><published>2011-12-08T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:44:52.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LATEST IN OFFICE EQUIPMENT</title><content type='html'>Going back to work has been quite the adventure! I put myself "Out there as a "Consultant". NOW not just ANYONE can be a consultant! You need to have YEARS of experience===you know---have gone down the road of "The Good, The Bad &amp;amp; The Ugly". Wisdom comes from trampling that road----intuitive awareness---it does not come from the Yellow Brick Road---but more like the school of hard knocks. You have made mistakes--but you learned from them--you are willing to share that knowledge and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have 3 different jobs going on at once. The really interesting thing---I have a ROLLING file cabinet----MY CAR. It works quite well--MOST of the time. The front seat has the ECR files---the back right seat of the car has TB files---the back left seat has DH---I have it down to a fine science---PULL UP to the business---open the appropriate door---pull out the files---IN YOU GO with the laptop filled backpack in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY trouble is---SHORT STOPS---things go flying---WHAT A MESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5017505272253118363?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5017505272253118363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5017505272253118363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5017505272253118363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5017505272253118363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/latest-in-office-equipment.html' title='THE LATEST IN OFFICE EQUIPMENT'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5981300323877257677</id><published>2011-12-07T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:56:45.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF------</title><content type='html'>In Small Group---we are studying the book "Hearing God"' tonight we talked about what if you heard God speak in an aloud---audible voice---what would He say---What would His voice sound like? I have often thought I heard from God---but I must admit---I have not heard His audible voice---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be booming-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the soft whisper of the evening breeze--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it sound like a man--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it have an authoritative resonance--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the gentle whisper of a lover in your ear--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would God's voice sound like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5981300323877257677?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5981300323877257677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5981300323877257677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5981300323877257677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5981300323877257677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF------'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-3654376005324860651</id><published>2011-12-06T19:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:25:05.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WHYS?</title><content type='html'>We all have "Whys" in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a co-worker that I noticed was unusually quiet and subdued today---when I asked her was she alright--she replied, "No". I then followed through with "Work or personal?" It seems her husband died unexpectedly today-2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another sweet friend that lost her precious granddaughter this week. SO tiny---and yet perfectly formed---here but for a short time---and now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law has had a re-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; of her breast cancer --five years after her original diagnosis and now she has had to change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chemo&lt;/span&gt; twice searching for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's brother in law died suddenly and unexpectedly recently at 57. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father died when I was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing 38 Christmases ---with a husband---this year he will not be with me---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whys of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-3654376005324860651?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3654376005324860651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=3654376005324860651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3654376005324860651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3654376005324860651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/whys.html' title='THE WHYS?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-307596120731848805</id><published>2011-12-04T11:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:46:53.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW YOU CAN HELP---</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about where I am and where MANY others are during this holiday season and what you might do to help. Yesterday I had 2 sets of dear friends just show up---one with a hot toddy for my cold and a nice visit and the other with good conversation and a listening ear that told me I could just be who I am at this time and understanding of my broken heart and tears. This led me down the road of what has helped and what has not---I KNOW all have good intentions---but here--from my personal point of view is what I have found-- HOLIDAYS especially are EXTREMELY difficult--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have known for years---the traditions---the expectations---all of it---has to change---NOW I KNOW that a new normal will come with time---but for now--I am grieving what is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that say "I am strong" and "You will be fine"---NO right now--I am not strong---and I am doing all I can to just put one foot in front of the other. I understand that you want me to be strong and you want me to move on ---but for today---I am a mess emotionally---still crying daily---still grieving. Your expectation of me "Being Strong" makes me feel like a failure --AGAIN----I know you do not intend that and are trying to help by reminding me that I am strong---but perhaps you are reflecting your expectations of me and not accepting me for where I am and helping me to return to "strong" at the speed that I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think "I am better off"---perhaps I am---but for now I am mourning the wonderful past and all those years of oneness with another. I would just like to magically turn back the book to 3 1/2 years ago. My desire is to have someone by my side that has shared a lifetime of memories with me to remember them, speak of them and cherish each moment of our life as a family. The day may come when I think--yes, I am better off---but for today---my heart is aching for what was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Count your blessings"---yes I am blessed--FAR more than most are and I fully realize that---I acknowledge that God has showered blessings upon me-including sustaining me in the dessert---but read Psalms---David was certainly blessed--including the blessing of being the fore bearer of The King----but yet he grieved, he called out to God, he asked for righteousness to prevail---all very human responses to betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can you do---for a friend who is grieving during the holiday season? What will help---a kind word, a pat on the back, a surprise visit, an invitation to dinner--accepting where they are--and not trying to make it better---just being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many MANY have done very well at doing just this for me---praying and telling me---being my friend and I am thankful for that. I guess the bottom line is just accept those around you during this time of the year for where they are and if God gives you a nudge or an open door to help--grab the opportunity. Yes-it will get better---yes I will stop crying all the time---but it will never be the same and finding the new normal is very hard. Just bear with me and I will always thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-307596120731848805?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/307596120731848805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=307596120731848805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/307596120731848805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/307596120731848805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-you-can-help.html' title='HOW YOU CAN HELP---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7725829514826652296</id><published>2011-12-02T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:27:10.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7725829514826652296?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7725829514826652296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7725829514826652296' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7725829514826652296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7725829514826652296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/sss.html' title='SSS'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6294053227959209893</id><published>2011-12-01T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:06:20.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SORRY!</title><content type='html'>So sorry to all that responded---but no birthday party/Christmas Open House this year---perhaps next---Promised I would not talk anymore about it--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6294053227959209893?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6294053227959209893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6294053227959209893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6294053227959209893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6294053227959209893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-sorry.html' title='SO SORRY!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-56948091198781242</id><published>2011-11-30T03:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T03:50:54.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW LOVE AFFAIR!</title><content type='html'>I just LOVE to find something new to love. You know you just CANNOT get enough of them---when you first make that discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current love----STICKY NOTES FOR THE COMPUTER-----you know when 3M first came out with these darlings---I LOVED THEM and NOW I have them all over my computer --they are great! Bad thing about the sticky notes on the computer---you miss the satisfaction of HEARING them being torn off and then wadding them up and throwing them into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now---someone needs to come up with a way to have different sizes and colors for the computer as well---that would make me even happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-56948091198781242?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/56948091198781242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=56948091198781242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/56948091198781242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/56948091198781242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-new-love-affair.html' title='MY NEW LOVE AFFAIR!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4579389784534663880</id><published>2011-11-29T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:29:53.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID FACEBOOK!</title><content type='html'>Does your facebook have advertisements on the sidebar for "Thinning Hair"---"The Age of Your Body"---"Dentist Alert for 50+"---"Wrinkle Cures"---"Chronic Pain"---"Joint Relief"---"Match Making"????? I COULD BE INSULTED!!! They had better watch it! It's not good to make Ouiser MAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4579389784534663880?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4579389784534663880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4579389784534663880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4579389784534663880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4579389784534663880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/stupid-facebook.html' title='STUPID FACEBOOK!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2767977033049763223</id><published>2011-11-28T16:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:47:30.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR CHRISTMAS--</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been a good girl this year and can truthfully say have avoided even the hint of naughtiness---and the good news is I only have a very short list of only 2 things I would like for Christmas--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BIG UGLY WARTS to grow on the nose of certain Witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An ENDLESS supply of nose and ear hair growing from OLD men who act like fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if THAT will make me happy as I once was asked---but I am willing to try it on for size---just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Dear Santa, I will go back to being a good girl again---and try to do always what is right, but it would be nice if you gave me these 2 small things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2767977033049763223?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2767977033049763223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2767977033049763223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2767977033049763223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2767977033049763223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-christmas.html' title='FOR CHRISTMAS--'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6214714084542676067</id><published>2011-11-26T13:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:14:01.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMA WAS A SNOB!</title><content type='html'>I loved Momma --but what most of you that knew her don't know was that she could be quite a snob at times. She was very proud of having the lineage to be a DAR member and even prouder of being a Daughter of the Texas Revolution BUT she was the proudest of being a descendant of the Mayflower. YES that is correct I am a direct descendant of the Pilgrims. She was a member of the Pilgrim Doty Society which was all the descendants of this pilgrim. After all these years---there are quite a few of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading her material--I made the following discoveries---which I gave her a hard time about till she left us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pilgrim Doty was the first man put in stocks in the New World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He came over as an indentured servant---because he lacked the funds to pay his fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When he finally married, his wife had the first pre-nup in the New World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER---we are who we are--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little naughty&lt;br /&gt;Basically Middle Class&lt;br /&gt;Liberated--Independents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT still we did come over on the Mayflower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6214714084542676067?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6214714084542676067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6214714084542676067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6214714084542676067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6214714084542676067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/momma-was-snob.html' title='MOMMA WAS A SNOB!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7345590333414848669</id><published>2011-11-25T07:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:46:23.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARACTER CONFLICTION</title><content type='html'>To understand this post (I know I often write crypted posts--SORRY) skip down and read the post about Christmas magic. After I posted it---I had a comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not apply for the position as Christmas Elf? That is the question. Decision made! I'll apply. Why, you may ask, would someone apply for such an arduous task. Simple my dear lady, I have come to know and fallen in love with my grandson, my first grandchild, and the magic of unbridled joy that Christmas brings to their entire being has smitten me. I too want to again revel in the happiness that the season of the holy birth brings even if to a child it is represented by Ole Saint Nick. So, if the position is still open, count on me to run hidden extension cords, hang wreaths without nails, "squint" the arrangement of lights on the shrubbery,and position the angel atop the tree even if a ladder isn't handy. I'll arrive quietly with a proper introduction. Until then dear damsel, I will while away the moments shining my armor and girding my steed.&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 2011 8:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW for my response since you all all up to speed---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really concerned about you and think you may need to seek professional help. You seem to be suffering from "Character Confusion". I think perhaps you slid back in time and read some of my older posts---especially when I was on a quest to find "Prince Charming" and in an effort to fill all the rolls---you became confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that elves wear felt costumes---with shiny buttons. They also tend to favor pointy shoes with bells on the toes and a pointy hat that matches their outfit---also made from felt. Also elves appear magically and leave behind some wonderful surprise---such as my house being decorated without the need for adult supervision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knight in Shining Armor to the contrary favors shining armor which is certainly not soft, but will work well when slaying dragons. He indeed is always saving the damsel in distress---but I am pretty sure he has a staff to shine the armor for him and the stable hand always girds the steed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not unappreciative of your volunteering for this daunting task--but ---have dealt with confused characters in the past. I strongly suggest you think it over before you climb the tower or sprinkle your magic----it may be a sign of need for LONG hours of therapy to get involved in the Chronicles of Ouiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7345590333414848669?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7345590333414848669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7345590333414848669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7345590333414848669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7345590333414848669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-confliction.html' title='CHARACTER CONFLICTION'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8945607212500792105</id><published>2011-11-24T16:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:45:16.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE ROAD IN TEXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i6kdCOlnKQ/Ts6_ymoFv_I/AAAAAAAAFNs/nmgv1WHqMHk/s1600/344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678687056243834866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i6kdCOlnKQ/Ts6_ymoFv_I/AAAAAAAAFNs/nmgv1WHqMHk/s400/344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on this and make it larger--then read the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are not able to read---sign says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONIES ARE&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;ALOOSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8945607212500792105?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8945607212500792105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8945607212500792105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8945607212500792105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8945607212500792105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-road-in-texas.html' title='ON THE ROAD IN TEXAS'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i6kdCOlnKQ/Ts6_ymoFv_I/AAAAAAAAFNs/nmgv1WHqMHk/s72-c/344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8764517028933065060</id><published>2011-11-23T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:11:18.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-----------</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to say but---this is just hard---gut wrenching---heart breaking hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8764517028933065060?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8764517028933065060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8764517028933065060' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8764517028933065060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8764517028933065060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='-----------'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-723634386536036133</id><published>2011-11-22T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:19:33.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BITS &amp; PIECES BEFORE TEXAS</title><content type='html'>For those of you that have missed the fun (I actually love what I do) of being self employed---it is NEVER easy to get out of town. You work twice as hard to leave and when you get back ---this huge pile is waiting for you again. I currently have 3 projects going and worked on all 3 today. There's only one of me ---but somehow I managed to spread me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave early tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my kids and grands live in Texas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite country song and oft repeated theme! My sweet children can't seem to get it together which means I get to make a fast tour of most of the state to see them all. I am NOT complaining though. The parents of my grands always welcome me and I anticipate some wrestling and rolling in the floor with my 4 favorite men in the world. I will have an entire set of new bruises when I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun decorating for Christmas &amp;amp; I am planning a "Christmas/Birthday Party" for myself. The past 3 birthdays have been disappointing---but I plan to enjoy this one. SO IF you would like a piece of birthday cake--the kind &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; like most and would like to see the new house---message me on facebook or comment on the blog and I will send you the details. NO gifts--except for a child's book for a child that probably doesn't have many or maybe even any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK---it's 10:15. I still have not packed and have a early morning run----time to get busy! OH YEAH---I ran 5 miles Monday WHOOP WHOOP! Only 21.2 more to go before the next marathon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-723634386536036133?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/723634386536036133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=723634386536036133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/723634386536036133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/723634386536036133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/bits-pieces-before-texas.html' title='BITS &amp; PIECES BEFORE TEXAS'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-786734228120947700</id><published>2011-11-21T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:47:47.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHH---I GET IT!!!</title><content type='html'>I am going to try to explain a God thing that happened today---BUT I have a professional -ethical obligation to be careful and not breech confidentatlity--but it is important that you hear this---God is teaching ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to plead mercy and grace from someone that I don't really know--that did wrong---that deserves punishment---but I felt compelled to plead for mercy and grace for that person tonight. Why did I do that---I looked at the person and I saw flaw---desperation--wrong doing---but I also saw potential---yet fraility-- a lost soul--trying to fix the mess they were in---and absolute hopelessness. I looked and was so sympathic---so wanting to try and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pled grace and mercy for someone that owes me nothing---that has no way to ever repay me--does not really know me---yet I saw her and wanted to save her. HUMMM--what does this remind you of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-786734228120947700?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/786734228120947700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=786734228120947700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/786734228120947700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/786734228120947700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/ohhhh-i-get-it.html' title='OHHHH---I GET IT!!!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7962752359828106174</id><published>2011-11-20T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:48:04.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME THE OLD AND THE SLOW!</title><content type='html'>OK--I LOVE my running buddies---but really I have grown VERY weary of seeing all of their rears when we run. I have all their gaits memorized---know their body shapes from the back -better than my own rear view. I either need to get a new group to run with or need to work harder so I can run faster. NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday -long run day of the week---I announce I have the lofty goal (these days anyway) of running 4 miles. THEY LAUGH!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;-so they are off to run 10 miles----GROAN! They take off like their rears are on fire and the pond is a mile away. Good grief---after a mile---I am beginning to loose sight of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW most of the world would be impressed with anyone that can run 4 miles-at my age especially---but this crew is just slightly---NO HIGHLY intimidating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I am looking for OLD---SLOW &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;runners&lt;/span&gt; to run with. ANY TAKERS!!! I need to feel better about myself! I could be your next mission project----HELP AN OLD GIRL OUT HERE---come run---but only slow---Make me look good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7962752359828106174?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7962752359828106174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7962752359828106174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7962752359828106174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7962752359828106174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-me-old-and-slow.html' title='GIVE ME THE OLD AND THE SLOW!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7323700641440275523</id><published>2011-11-19T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:30:22.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR SANTA ELVES---</title><content type='html'>After watching HOURS of Hallmark Christmas movies--I have come to believe if you ask it will be granted---SO indulge me in a moment of child like faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa Elves--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has always been such a magical time for me and I have ALWAYS believed. As you remember, after Daddy died---Momma lost the magic and Christmas and any celebration in her eyes--disappeared. Yet---I persisted and insisted in decorating and holding on to the magic. You remember----I would put up the tree---decorate the house---even as a girl--trying to hold onto the childlike desire for happiness and good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a "Grown Up", and had a family of my own. I TRIED TRIED TRIED to make it magical for the children I had been blessed with. I decorated, I baked, I made candy-I shopped for the perfect gifts. I Believed---it could be magical for them as well. I loved each and every Christmas---and have MANY wonderful memories of every Christmas ----it was all joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grands started coming along---I loved being with them at Christmas and sharing the time with my friends here at home. I enjoyed Christmas---still decorated--but with maturity had time for other seasonal celebrations and they were joyful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 Christmases have been sad and missing the magic. I was wrapped up in my desperate attempts to keep what had been---but that is gone now. I am trying to recapture the joy and magic that Christmas has always been. So Elves, I have put up a tree that I will light up after I return from my tour of Texas next week. All I am asking is that you come and magically decorate the outside of my house. The door---some lights---anything---I would just like for you to sprinkle a little Christmas joy on me this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is magical----the best gift that was ever given came that first Christmas. I believe--I really do---help me spread the belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Faithful Christmas Lover&lt;br /&gt;ljc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7323700641440275523?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7323700641440275523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7323700641440275523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7323700641440275523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7323700641440275523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-santa-elves.html' title='DEAR SANTA ELVES---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8573186093483698732</id><published>2011-11-18T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:48:33.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO!</title><content type='html'>Dear Lessie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break this to you, but I don't think things are going to work out. With all the ups and downs in our life, I must tell you that I have been using you as a ploy to get what I thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I really&lt;/span&gt; wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into our deal with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;duplicitous&lt;/span&gt; intentions of luring the enemy back into my camp. What was I thinking---the enemy is the enemy---and is only out to gain free laundry, cleaning and cooking services. I guess I will never learn---and the bad thing is I have lured you into my evil scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--Lessie---I feel bad, I should have NEVER listened to the Barber from Seville. He is of the enemy and is only using me for his on personal entertainment. When he laughed tonight as he saw us together---OH how I knew--the terrible road I had gone down with the enemy leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, dear Lessie---forgive me---I am so confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Loving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leslette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8573186093483698732?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8573186093483698732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8573186093483698732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8573186093483698732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8573186093483698732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5345134823724622109</id><published>2011-11-17T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:36:59.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I THINK I NEED A NAP!</title><content type='html'>I am currently consulting with 2 different churches-----one very conservative--contemporary--on the cutting edge-------the other----long history----slightly liberal--by today's standards---High church--old school--long tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has a board of elders comprised of men only---no committees--lead by the vision of the congregation elected elders with pastoral staff part of the elder board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One led by the governing council-which includes many women---committees--all elected and approved by the congregation as are all financial matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One connected in a long line of heirarchy to a HUGE denomination with well defined lines of authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One totally independent with no up line (well of course except for God) accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT a minute---I'm on over-load---Wonderful people --all of them---I just have a difficult time keeping them straight---who is called what and who is in charge--and where does the buck stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S ON FIRST- WHAT'S ON SECOND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5345134823724622109?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5345134823724622109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5345134823724622109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5345134823724622109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5345134823724622109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-need-nap.html' title='I THINK I NEED A NAP!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7621906897964529897</id><published>2011-11-16T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:09:34.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS!</title><content type='html'>GOOD NEWS-I found my missing butt---I guess from all my long sleeping sessions and sitting at a desk all day everyday---it got pushed out of position. I found it hanging out on the sides of my waist when looking in the mirror this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they call those "Love Handles"----Now if I could just find someone to hold onto those handles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7621906897964529897?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7621906897964529897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7621906897964529897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7621906897964529897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7621906897964529897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-3062260642369607357</id><published>2011-11-15T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:06:34.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A NUT!  OR CRAZY?</title><content type='html'>Just one more thing you need to know about---if you ask me anything long enough in advance--I will think it sounds like a great idea and agree---MOST OF THE TIME---I will go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, Babs, is off to NYC for a trip with her daughter. I have never been to NYC, but would love to go. OH and this time of the year--the Christmas lights---the romance of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am acutely aware of how out of shape I have gotten while wallowing in the pig sty called "self pity". I need to get motivated and back on track and have tried several things but always fall off the wagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today---when once again trying to get out on the road again---Sandra mentioned signing up for the NY marathon for next year. "SURE-sounds great"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE---WHAT HAVE I DONE!!! This will require training during the hot summer months---I am grossly out of shape---I have gone back to work---when will I have time for all of that training! BASICALLY WHAT WAS I THINKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOOD news this is a lottery marathon--so you first have to get pulled to be able to run. I have started praying now---GOD--I didn't know what I was doing---I am crazy---You promised to take care of Fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well---I did run 3 whole miles this AM at a sort of decent pace---ONLY 23.2 MORE MILES TO GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-3062260642369607357?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3062260642369607357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=3062260642369607357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3062260642369607357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3062260642369607357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-nut-or-crazy.html' title='I&apos;M A NUT!  OR CRAZY?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1393667149437821925</id><published>2011-11-14T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:24:22.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE SIZE DOES NOT FILL ALL!!</title><content type='html'>I know I said that I was through posting for a while---I just need to get this off my chest--or rear--whichever seems apropos---I don't care what they say---one size DOES NOT FILL ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a LONG time of not wearing panty hose--I found myself in a pair of heels today that well they just require hose. SO I have to dig through every basket I have in my closet before I finally found them in the bottom of my running shorts basket (What WAS I thinking). I pull those sweet babies on---put on those heels and head to work. Either I have totally last my butt-or these things are not made to stay up. I spend the remainder of the day--trying to keep the waist band above my thighs--MISERY! By the end of the day--decorum had flown out the window and no matter WHO happened to be there-they got to see me grab those babies through my dress and tug them up. WHAT GENIUS thinks one size could possibly fit all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1393667149437821925?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1393667149437821925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1393667149437821925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1393667149437821925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1393667149437821925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-size-does-not-fill-all.html' title='ONE SIZE DOES NOT FILL ALL!!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7951737786353440073</id><published>2011-11-11T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:26:38.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M OUTTA HERE</title><content type='html'>I will not be posting any new blogs for a while. I have decided it is time to take a break and try to get my life back on track. I need to quit wallowing in self pity and try to go on with life. Perhaps posting some of the things that I have been going through and feeling are not aiding moving forward. SO until I can come back and write about the funny antics I manage to pull and the bright side of life---I will be 'Blogger Absentee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as I was told Wednesday night---I need to focus on the many blessings in my life and stop dwelling on the other. SO I going to try to learn to do that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime read all the blogs I have on the sidebar---they are all great writers and you will love reading them also. Thanks for reading along-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ljc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7951737786353440073?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7951737786353440073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7951737786353440073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7951737786353440073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7951737786353440073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-outta-here.html' title='I&apos;M OUTTA HERE'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5939820912617547104</id><published>2011-11-09T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:42:05.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU DO KNOW---</title><content type='html'>You do realize there is some&lt;em&gt; EVIL Techo-&lt;/em&gt;out there in the highly technical world of computers who thought---HEY I KNOW let's come up with this thing called "Word Verification" and I KNOW we'll start out making it just a little blurry and run together---but the more they do it---the harder we'll make it. HEY--it will be a GREAT LAUGH to see what they think this word is--Can you just imagine the things they will type---AND THE FRUSTRATION! After a couple of tries when they don't get it right--we'll kick them out and make them start all over---THIS WILL BE GREAT FUN! &lt;strong&gt;Frustrating the Technically Challenged!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5939820912617547104?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5939820912617547104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5939820912617547104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5939820912617547104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5939820912617547104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-do-know.html' title='YOU DO KNOW---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-4357267195012806115</id><published>2011-11-07T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:45:20.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DID I GET HERE?</title><content type='html'>I walked away from work tonight asking myself this very question. Why am I working at almost 63 years of age---instead of doing all those things I so dearly love---volunteering/cooking/gardening/reading/exercising/traveling on and on---I have LOTS of things that I love to do---but there is no time-or I am too exhausted to really pursue them anymore. I am working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I would be where I am today. It never occurred to me that circumstances would require this---but I am where I am. I suppose what brought on this questioning time was the fact that my current job is almost over---I will be retained to check with the company for 1/2 a day per week---but the day in day out is almost over. So I am beginning to look around and make inquiries again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have an appointment with a president from a local bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When discussing with him coming by to talk this over with him, he asked did I mind if the 4 other commerical loan officers sat in on the meeting. "That would be great". So I will be in the room with 5 bankers--trying to sell my services. NOW that is daunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I LOVE what I am doing and that God has opened doors for me. It could be worse--I could be where I am and have no skills---but I do have skills, wisdom and maturity. I just need to get that second wind to be able to do it all again---perhaps it is like endurance running---it will come with practice and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-4357267195012806115?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4357267195012806115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=4357267195012806115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4357267195012806115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/4357267195012806115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='HOW DID I GET HERE?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6431280615035613330</id><published>2011-11-06T18:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:45:42.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRACLE DRUG!</title><content type='html'>There is a NEW--better and improved drug out on the market for your indigestion/runny nose/ in grown toenail. It will CURE any of these ailments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware though that even when it cures these minor everyday occurences--it might also cause these side effects--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Failure&lt;br /&gt;COPD&lt;br /&gt;Pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;Tired Leg Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;Chronic Back Ache/Leg Ache/Stomach Ache/Head Ache&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Arches&lt;br /&gt;Toe nail fungus&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic Tendancies&lt;br /&gt;Athletes Foot&lt;br /&gt;Jock Itch (Men Only)&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes unpredictable suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT your runny nose, indigestion and achy toenail will be cured!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6431280615035613330?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6431280615035613330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6431280615035613330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6431280615035613330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6431280615035613330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/miracle-drug.html' title='MIRACLE DRUG!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2121703321177586232</id><published>2011-11-05T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:23:01.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOOD GRIEF------!</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of all these decisions I am having to make!!! Ok---so I am mowing my own yard----and I do not want to hear how easy that most be with only 1/3 of an acre----I am using an old fashioned---you propel it yourself lawnmower. NOW ---I like to be independent--I have a nice young man that will come mow my yard and edge for me---BUT he uses a BIG-HEAVY mower---which I don't like the way it makes my yard look---SO I MOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided that I would go shopping for a self-propelled mower---WHOOPEEE---it provides the energy! So I pull into the Honda store---NOW I should have KNOWN I was in for trouble when I looked around and EVERY vehicle in the parking lot was either carrying a 4 wheeler in the back or camouflagued-----DEAD GIVE AWAY I AM OUT OF MY ELEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So LONG time friend and owner John greets me at the door---after he tells me all about his wife's health issues and thoroughly depresses me about our bodies all falling apart as we get older and you are NEVER going to get over this--He hands me off to a nice young sales--NO health complaints--THANKFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him what I am looking for and then the converstion begins---most of the basics I get since I DO have a mower--but then he starts in with the self-propelled requires an additional lever---but you don't have to use it---and you can bag or you can mulch instead--WAIT I thought when you mowed over something it WAS mulch---it's just leave it or bag it. SO then he give me the price---I pick my jaw up off the floor ---but then think well that's basically 8 mowings by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I remember I like things neat and edged. I ask him about an edger----I glassed over when he got to the point of telling me about the 10 ft of string you wind into the do-ma-hicky that holds it and how EASY that is &amp;amp; OH YES---it is easy start. YEAH RIGHT NONE of this stuff is easy start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home and I'm in resting after mowing 1/2 the yard with my old stand by---time to get back out there.---and I'll think about a new mower/edger tomorrow-SCARLETT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2121703321177586232?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2121703321177586232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2121703321177586232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2121703321177586232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2121703321177586232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-good-grief.html' title='OH GOOD GRIEF------!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7974133426660430821</id><published>2011-11-04T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:20:23.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAPTING TO CHANGE</title><content type='html'>One of the most difficult parts of being alone--is the weekend. My life is such a whirl of busy and activity and work during the week--that I usually fall into bed at night--almost too exhausted to think about it. On Friday night though---I come home----and don't have to think about tomorrow's work---or try to prepare for it---It is too late and I am too exhausted to begin weekend chores--the house is quiet--there is NEVER anything on television. It is a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this over tonight and I know MANY people are alone out there---they have worked all this out and I have to figure out how to do that also. Right now---I don't know how and I miss someone listening to me talk about my week and hearing about their week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sense you listening---perhaps just writing about it would be enough---but I don't think it is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest contract is winding down and I will be looking for the next one probably next week. This contract has turned into return visits of 1/2 a day a week---now if I could just find 9-10 more just like that. I will say I have LOVED working--it is stimulating and I am being stretched out of my comfort zone. That is a great thing. God has blessed me so far with opportunity and fellow Believers who have used my services. We will see what He has in store next for me next. He is teaching me that He is faithfully sustaining me--even in the most arid of deserts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7974133426660430821?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7974133426660430821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7974133426660430821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7974133426660430821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7974133426660430821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/adapting-to-change.html' title='ADAPTING TO CHANGE'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2459681072797494637</id><published>2011-11-03T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:21:20.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ABOUT VACATION??????</title><content type='html'>I hate to whine and complain---but when you have grown accustomed to certain things---you think you are entitled----THUS the welfare system---SORRY--wrong track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year in 40 years----I have not had a vacation. I have had some wonderful times with my children and grandchildren---but no VACATE-ion----Just nose to the grindstone. SO I have not had the chance to de-stress-un-wind-lay-back---HAVE A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running buddies went to Canada this year to hike---I didn't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running buddies are going to Italy next summer---I am not going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should buy a tent and go camping at LPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2459681072797494637?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2459681072797494637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2459681072797494637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2459681072797494637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2459681072797494637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-about-vacation.html' title='WHAT ABOUT VACATION??????'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8998255092540670992</id><published>2011-11-02T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:05:39.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE HAND ONLY----</title><content type='html'>I've had a little boo-boo removed. Thank goodness I have a cute young doctor to help get me through the pain. I have a cyst on my ring finger on my right hand. THANK GOODNESS IT'S NOT ON MY TRIGGER FINGER! How do they take care of this? The first step is trying to drain the cyst---now doesn't that sound like fun! Unfortunately the cyst is on the part of my finger that I rest on while writing and I write a LOT at work. SO--the cyst was becoming a problem-- Dr puts a syringe filled with med in one side of the cyst and the other side he puts an unfilled syringe that he uses to suction off the fluid filled cyst. WHAT FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that this is not usually successful as he put a splint on to protect the finger--the next step is surgery----Don't think so! Can't work with that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a growth on my left ring finger too---the growth turned into a real problem---becoming an inflamed---reddened---wart like growth---that would go and come--go and come for years...I finally had to have it cut off---Now all that's left is a huge scar that causes great pain from time to time. Thank goodness I am predominately right handed---I can still function, work, and keep on going. It's just that the left hand ---the partner to the right---needed for so many functions in life---well it's become useless. HOW SAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8998255092540670992?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8998255092540670992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8998255092540670992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8998255092540670992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8998255092540670992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-hand-only.html' title='ONE HAND ONLY----'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2795477913510319764</id><published>2011-11-01T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:06:30.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POUR ME OUT WITH THE DISHWATER!</title><content type='html'>I am feeling like you do after you prep for a colonoscopy---sorry I don't know a better description. It's that feeling like someone has sucked every ounce of your being out and then for extra measure gave it a wring out the other way. Perhaps it is the weaning off the happy pills--and finally having to really deal with where I am. I don't know--why---I just know what I feel---and that is not good at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok-Mike Jones--you told me to tell how I feel--be honest---so I am being honest---and more than likely everyone is sick and tired of hearing about it---I am tired of crying and tired of looking at my navel--it's not a very attractive navel----sick &amp;amp; tired of being sick &amp;amp; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GOD----I'm hurting down here! WHY WHY WHY---that's all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Thelma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy the convertible with my IRA----I'll fill it up with gas---I'll buy a GPS that finds the nearest cliff---When can you come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take that seriously--my sick attempt at levity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2795477913510319764?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2795477913510319764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2795477913510319764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2795477913510319764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2795477913510319764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/pour-me-out-with-dishwater.html' title='POUR ME OUT WITH THE DISHWATER!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1937706214449316573</id><published>2011-10-30T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:22:24.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER OPEN LETTER!</title><content type='html'>Dear Hallmark, Lifetime, Love, Etc--Channels---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally at the point in my life where I can watch your networks--channels-ad nausem-and I must admit I am beginning to become a little nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many movies can you make about "Happily Ever After"---"The Right Person Always Wins"--"True Love Overcomes All"---etc etc etc? Perhaps I am a little jaded here on Real Life Street---BUT LOVE BITES! THE GOOD GUY DOES NOT ALWAYS WIN! When you are my age----there is NO such thing as Prince Charming---and sometimes---just sometimes---we don't live happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit---when I watch a movie---it's all about escape and I don't really want reality---GIVE ME LALA LAND EVERYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright--I'll just change channels when I have had enough of LALA Land---I do now FINALLY have the remote in MY hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1937706214449316573?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1937706214449316573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1937706214449316573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1937706214449316573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1937706214449316573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-open-letter.html' title='ANOTHER OPEN LETTER!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2964963962818211943</id><published>2011-10-28T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:25:00.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Match.com-part deux---</title><content type='html'>Dear Match.com--part deux,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You obviously got my last letter and read most of it---at least down to the part where I said---NEVER MIND-. I know you are busy trying to get all of the world fixed up with the perfect mate---but I have changed my mind about using your services. After speaking with a friend tonight and her relaying the story of after putting in all of her data, you replied---NO MATCHES FOUND---I do not believe I am prepared for that rejection on top of all of the other rejection lately in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate you NOT sending me any more pictures of the single men in my area in the age bracket of 30-35. I am not sure WHERE you got the idea--that I might have the slightest interest in this age group! Since both of my sons are older than these men? that you have suggested I might be interested in---this sounds slightly ---well in fact---HIGHLY BIZARRE. It was a dead give away when I saw on line names such a Stud-muffin, Hunk, Sexy, Muscle Man, Sweaty &amp;amp; Flexed, etc etc that I was in the wrong age group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from dropping my name from all you blurbs for blogs and NOT considering me as eligible or interested. I will refrain from any more contact-if you refrain from any more contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely--BUT NOT--Desperate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2964963962818211943?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2964963962818211943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2964963962818211943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2964963962818211943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2964963962818211943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-matchcom-part-deux.html' title='Dear Match.com-part deux---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-2166248085997292832</id><published>2011-10-26T04:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:57:33.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR MATCH.COM---</title><content type='html'>Dear Match.com,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend, Mona suggested I contact you as I was relaying how lonely I am at times. She thought you might be able to find the perfect match of someone to spend some quality time with and enjoy each other's company. S0 perhaps--where I should start is by describing just what I think I am looking for----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP number one on the list is someone that loves God---praises Jesus---is not ashamed of the Gospel and strives to know Him better. One who is after the very heart of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is loyal----faithful---would never betray--loving----tender---sweet---who listens like there is no other person in the room and truly cares what is being said. Not necessarily the best looking person I've ever seen---in fact preferably NOT---clean---dresses neatly---no outlandish body art---unless it is well hiden--and smells nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who still loves fun---doesn't mind a bike ride, a hike, a walk, a game, kayaking---adventures of all kinds. Loves to play with the children---like a child---doesn't mind a good ride down the hill in the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who looks for opportunities to be with friends---enjoy laughes---doesn't mind crying occasionally at sad and happy times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who enjoys the beach, the mountains, the sunrise, the sunset and glories in creation. Someone who will work to conquer their fears for the sake of an adventure. Brave and willing to take a risk for the sake of a laugh or wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has their eyes open and their ears atuned to the needs around us and strives to help without need for glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn't mind a pratical joke and would be willing to participate in playing a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves my family----thinks they are wonderful and relishes times with them. Someone who loves my friends--enjoys their company--and looks for opportunities to share times with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who enjoys digging in the dirt- admiring the garden---and watching the flora and flauna bloom and blossom as it grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good cook---a good eater---not opposed to a glass of wine---likes to sit on the porch and watch the dusk fade and sit in front of the fire and watch the embers dwindle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who enjoys reading and might even read what I write and comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who might reach out and touch just for the sake of connection and just to show their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT---I've just described me----NEVER MIND---I'll try to do better at enjoying me---when those lonely times come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You For Your Time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ljc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-2166248085997292832?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2166248085997292832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=2166248085997292832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2166248085997292832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/2166248085997292832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-matchcom.html' title='DEAR MATCH.COM---'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1928392078673480578</id><published>2011-10-25T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:57:04.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS GOOD TOO!</title><content type='html'>I know who I am and that's all that I am! (as Popeye would say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a small town girl with a red neck twang and a tendacy to put it out there just as I am. No airs---no pretenses----I was born in a small Southern town----I am from middle class America &amp;amp; really have no desire to be anyone but whom I am. I don't put on airs---I don't forget those that made me whom I am--I don't aspire for bigger, better, richer, more exclusive---I am proud of my roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those that God has placed in my life---with no reservations----the most important thing in my life is the relationships I have been blessed with---I will be your mother, sister, friend, and "Lulu" to the day I leave you---I will be faithful and NEVER betray you. I will listen to what you say----give advice when asked---and love you without bounds or cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not bad things---I would like them about someone else---so it must be another good thing about me----maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1928392078673480578?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1928392078673480578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1928392078673480578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1928392078673480578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1928392078673480578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-good-too.html' title='THIS IS GOOD TOO!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-755895897572529303</id><published>2011-10-24T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:12:46.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT'S GOOD ABOUT ME????</title><content type='html'>One of the best things that I can think of that's good about me----I can laugh at myself---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some DOOZIES in my day---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have walked out the door on your way to work without your skirt on--in my defense---it was a long time ago--when you still wore slips---I had a full time job and a family to raise and care for----that's my story anyway AND then told the story on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many would chase around after varmints in the middle of the night with a gun they sort of knew how to shoot and tell the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many would shoot a hole in the side of the house, through the wall, through the shower curtain and lodge it in the shower and tell the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many would admit being "mammary gland challenged" and tell the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many would walk around with droopy drawers all day and tell the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many would lock the keys in their car while sweaty and gross at the grocery store and tell the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind laughing at myself and telling the story---so that's one good thing about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course to some---you never admit these things----and certainly not on the WWW---appearances are most important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me---it's all hilarious when I pull these stunts and I can't wait to share them with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-755895897572529303?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/755895897572529303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=755895897572529303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/755895897572529303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/755895897572529303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-whats-good-about-me.html' title='SO WHAT&apos;S GOOD ABOUT ME????'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8684544411612474518</id><published>2011-10-22T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:51:48.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONS!</title><content type='html'>I am weaning myself off my "happy pills". I decided the only thing they really do is dull the pain you need to experience to ever go forward. So I am almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thorough&lt;/span&gt; the weaning process, and the pain has returned---intense---real---acutely painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; that I keep asking myself---What is wrong with me?-----am I not pretty enough--smart enough---verbose enough---charming enough----on and on Why am I alone? I have to walk down this dark road---and hopefully walk out on the other side into the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and voted tonight at the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;precinct&lt;/span&gt; that I have voted in for 28 years. The ladies know me when I walk in the door--we have established a relationship over the years---I will now be in a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;precinct&lt;/span&gt;. I cried when I left----so MANY goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started seeing a counselor this week--trying to move forward---since I have not been able to make that move yet. She told me to write down the verses from The Word that pertain to God's love of me and how He feels about me. She told me that I have the head knowledge--it's convincing myself now that it is a heart truth. I have only been able to write one truth down---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;You guide me with your counsel and&lt;br /&gt;afterwards you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; take me into glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have missed most is the touch---I am praying that God will let me physically know His touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me as I pray for you----He will take us all into glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8684544411612474518?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8684544411612474518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8684544411612474518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8684544411612474518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8684544411612474518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/questions.html' title='QUESTIONS!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8153726706022072528</id><published>2011-10-21T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:19:57.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW CUTE IS THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRYcyQlpcJg/TqIxMg9NJhI/AAAAAAAAFNU/MlAfZPHMRxc/s1600/Dino%2BHenry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666145372260345362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRYcyQlpcJg/TqIxMg9NJhI/AAAAAAAAFNU/MlAfZPHMRxc/s400/Dino%2BHenry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1520004375599304552-8153726706022072528?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8153726706022072528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8153726706022072528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8153726706022072528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8153726706022072528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-cute-is-this.html' title='HOW CUTE IS THIS!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRYcyQlpcJg/TqIxMg9NJhI/AAAAAAAAFNU/MlAfZPHMRxc/s72-c/Dino%2BHenry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6562241067144443637</id><published>2011-10-20T05:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T05:18:46.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOG KILLING TIME!</title><content type='html'>The weather begins to cool and stay cool and I am reminded of the many stories that Pappaw told us about "hog killing time". The first crisp fall day---with the promise of cool temperatures hanging around all day--was the time to kill the families pork supply for the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched a special on television this week about the continued practice of this old tradition in South Louisiana. It was fascinating and perhaps a little gross---you see ALL of the parts of the pig are used---nothing goes to waste. MAJOR GROSS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said---to get to this----the hog had to be fattened up before slaughter time. He received an extra rich diet of corn---and scraps---loads of food. This produced the fat---which in turn produced the lard once the pig was slaughtered. A fat pig was desirable at slaughter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us cooks know what makes for the MOST delicious dishes---a good helping of fat/lard/butter....I don't care WHO tells me how delicious their low fat dishes are---they are just storing or trying to deceive their self. THERE IS JUST NOT ANYTHING AS GOOD AS A FAT LADEN DRIPPING IN BUTTER DISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it for yourself. Boil a little squash in some water and then put a little pepper only (salt is not good for you) and mash it up. Now on the other side---fry 2-3 pieces of bacon and remove the bacon---put your sliced squash and sliced onion in the hot grease with a touch of flour and plenty of salt and pepper and smother until tender. Serve with the diced bacon on top. I'll let you be the judge of which is better &amp;amp; I don't care HOW long I live---I will never prefer or get used to or prefer the other. We've all got to die someday and I am going to have eaten ALL these delicious dishes on the way. I can't imagine living another year and having missed all of these culinary odysseys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THE BACON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6562241067144443637?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6562241067144443637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6562241067144443637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6562241067144443637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6562241067144443637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/hog-killing-time.html' title='HOG KILLING TIME!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1143076647056628262</id><published>2011-10-17T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:10:04.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO IMPRESS YOUR NEIGHBORS</title><content type='html'>My true colors have shown up this weekend while the kids &amp;amp; grands have been here. All the neighbors thought they had this quiet as a church mouse---little old lady living in the hood. They got a taste of the real me this weekend. Sunday night the Conville clan came for burgers and we had a great time. It digressed to the babies running around in the back yard screaming and laughing with their diapers on--followed by a short streaking pass before said diapers could be changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after work, to entertain the little ones---we washed the cars in the front yard and made a red neck swimming hole in the sink in the drive. The neighbors were quite entertained with the two little ones---again with diapers only---squealing and splashing in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 28 years of living in the middle of 5 acres of trees, I might have forgotten how to behave in civilization!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1143076647056628262?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1143076647056628262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1143076647056628262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1143076647056628262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1143076647056628262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-impress-your-neighbors.html' title='HOW TO IMPRESS YOUR NEIGHBORS'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8491087248005713968</id><published>2011-10-16T03:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:12:30.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOUSE BECOMES A HOME</title><content type='html'>Everyone that visits comments on my new house. "It looks just like you" "I love your house" "How cute"----but somehow it still didn't feel like home. I have had great fun putting it all together---but at times of great stress I would find myself headed back to Vienna without even thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have discovered once again what makes a house a home----crushed cheerios in the rug, spilled milk on the chair, a floor with not one square inch not covered with something, dirty dishes in every room, dirty clothes on every floor, toys in the yard&amp;amp; on the drive &amp;amp; in the garage, unmade beds, shouts of joy, tears of babies, shared meals, shared laughter, the melee of everyone talking, sweet toddler voices, and a baby's babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mess---that's what makes a home---a huge wonderful--fun filled--lovable mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8491087248005713968?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8491087248005713968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8491087248005713968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8491087248005713968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8491087248005713968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/house-becomes-home.html' title='A HOUSE BECOMES A HOME'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7941793388960590840</id><published>2011-10-15T03:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:07:59.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HOUSE RUNNETH OVER!</title><content type='html'>I arrived from work to find #2 &amp;amp; # 3 here with #3 &amp;amp; #4 grands. WHAT A WELCOME SIGHT! Another oasis that God is providing in my trek through the desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 was thrilled with my 2 latest finds---a tool bench from a resale store and a brand new---working---garbage truck. He has picked up and dumped out garbage all afternoon. We then came in and he tried to drown brother in the tub--immediately after Lulu gave him 2 ice cream sandwiches while his mother was in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for that since I am sleeping with him. Finally got up after picking up the paci for the upteenth time that he somehow lets slip off the bed. FUN TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love my chicks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7941793388960590840?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7941793388960590840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7941793388960590840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7941793388960590840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7941793388960590840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-house-runneth-over.html' title='MY HOUSE RUNNETH OVER!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7498107339327745211</id><published>2011-10-13T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:04:25.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREACH OF PROMISE!</title><content type='html'>Dear Fairy God Mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my "Prince Charming"? I've read all of your tales---and it seems that the "Damsel in Distress" is always rescued by "Prince Charming"----the "Knight in Shining Armor". I am in distress---in danger--in peril'--it occurred to me while I was mowing my lawn with my Lora propelled mower that I should not be doing that-Prince should! SO---what's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK---I need rescuing from mowing the yard, smashing my finger while trying to hammer a nail, putting up a mirror that's too heavy for me to lift, pulling down the attic stairs that will not budge, screwing in screws, keeping my feet warm, taking out the trash---you know the basic day to day "Prince Charming Chores". You've lead me to believe that all damsels should have a "Prince Charming"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW I MAY SUE YOU! You've made promises that you have not fulfilled! I have no "Prince Charming"----I am a "Damsel in Distress"---I have needs-You have lead me to believe that my "Prince Charming" would fulfill those needs---We have an implied contract---I am suffering from "Alienation of Affection' from my "Promised Prince Charming" and breech of promise of "Living Happily Ever After". YOU CAN EXPECT A LETTER FROM MY&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distressingly Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damsel In Distress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7498107339327745211?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7498107339327745211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7498107339327745211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7498107339327745211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7498107339327745211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/breach-of-promise.html' title='BREACH OF PROMISE!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6457547030188456581</id><published>2011-10-12T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:53:52.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BUTT iS MISSING!</title><content type='html'>I've noticed while looking in the mirror after dressing in some slacks that it looks like a covey of quail flew out of my pants. My butt seems to have disappeared---or fallen---or flattened--or something!!! Looking around as I go and come---I seem to notice the same thing has happened to others----their rears have disappeared too. It's epidemic!!! Where oh where have all the butts gone---LONG TIME PASSING???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6457547030188456581?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6457547030188456581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6457547030188456581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6457547030188456581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6457547030188456581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-butts-missing.html' title='MY BUTT iS MISSING!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1354334658999058900</id><published>2011-10-07T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:46:58.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST CLASS SISTAH!!</title><content type='html'>FOR WOMEN---SISTAH'S ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh---Fellow woman out there in blogging land---HOW I LOVE MY SISTAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one little discussion I would like to have with all of you----as Camille used to say---a "Come to Jesus" meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST because my cup does not run over---does NOT mean that I am any less of a woman---AND FEEL YOUR PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember---I have not felt like "The Complete Woman"----and ALL to do with the size of my underwear! I somehow managed to feed one of my babies-a la naturel--I've had multiple cysts--drained-removed surgically---basically I've got the equipment---it's just that my machine does not have the sound proofing that yours does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No---I do not have back problems----and no my shoulders do not hurt---and no I DEFINITELY have not considered reduction to a single letter size---(already there) and no my undergarments do not cost a fortune (they are cheap in the pre-teen department)---and yes I do prefer padding and underwires---and anything else that might help enhance what's there---and no I am not affected by sagging-drooping--or any other such-if I will take the time to do 10 push ups---I am back to where I was at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO---I LOVE YOU---all my well endowed buddies---but HEY--I'm a sistah too---I just came in a smaller package. SO since this is off my chest-I will pull up my "big girl panties" and go on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU SISTAHS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1354334658999058900?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1354334658999058900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1354334658999058900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1354334658999058900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1354334658999058900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-class-sistah.html' title='FIRST CLASS SISTAH!!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1345316392518389708</id><published>2011-10-07T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:13:50.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC ATTACK!</title><content type='html'>This has been a week that I wish I had taken that amnesia drug at the beginning of and it would work for the entire week---basically MOST of the week---I wish I could just forget-FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first-EVER-panic attack last night. Now the really strange thing about this happening---was I did not get in any panic over the fact that Philip &amp;amp; I were in charge of the decorating for a dinner for 150 and did not really get started with the ideas or decorating until the very last minute. Philip's wife texts me Tuesday night and asked are you too tired to talk to Philip about the decorating for Thursday evening---I'm getting a little concerned. NOT TO WORRY! Got it handled---well sort of--in my head anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new client, that God so kindly provided, and started working with them this week. They are doing a computer conversion----groan----I just finished another conversion project. Let me just say----the people that sell these to you---are not going to be much help once you have paid them! They had a problem that I tackled Tuesday---not to be beaten or out done-by this problem--I worked on it until midnight---2 days in a row. ANYWAY---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left this office at 2 on Wednesday afternoon and went to 2 $ stores (find the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;darnedest&lt;/span&gt; things at the $ store)---purchased the basics for decorating---ran by Philip's home--discussed what we were going to do----left work at 4 Thursday afternoon and had the decorating finished by 5:30. NOT TO WORRY SONJA--it all turned out OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the crowd starts arriving, I start feeling a little uncomfortable---the room is soon full of people- some my sweet friends, some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;, and many I do not know. I had to run out the door 30 minutes into the event--didn't get to hear my friend, Sheila speak, my friends, Tami &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christi&lt;/span&gt; sing---WHAT A BUMMER. Came home ---went to bed at 6 PM---slept until 9:30 this morning when the phone woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go get tested for "Sleeping Sickness"--I'm pretty sure I have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1345316392518389708?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1345316392518389708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1345316392518389708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1345316392518389708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1345316392518389708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/panic-attack.html' title='PANIC ATTACK!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6629232277387065031</id><published>2011-10-03T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:34:51.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER HURDLE OF BEING ALONE</title><content type='html'>REALLY-I even find myself amazing! If I could get my leg that high, I would kick myself in the butt this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts off looking at the clock at 4:30 and thinking I REALLY don't want to get up and run. BUT knowing the Sonja and Sheila----AAAAHHHEEMMM--WHERE WERE YOU?-would be waiting on me, I slipped out of that bed --well fell out of the bed and got ready to go out the door. OBVIOUSLY-Sheila has no problem with early morning guilt complex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say---the run was good --the cool mornings help-BIG TIME! When I got back to the car, I looked in the mirror and wondered "Do I dare run by the grocery looking like this?" Well never one to stand on decorum or looks---off I went. Grocery shopping done, I am packing the trunk with my purchases. I very smartly put my purse down to load the heavy water crate and pushed the trunk latch down when finished. OH NO---my purse is in the truck with the keys- OH WELL--I am sure the front door is unlocked since I unlocked all the car to open the trunk. NO SUCH LUCK---so the keys and my cell phone are in the trunk and the house key I can see is safely locked in the front of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuck my tail and head back into the store to beg for a phone. I am thinking who can I call and what must I do to remedy this mess. WELL after a couple of calls, Jim comes to my rescue. It has come to me that I have to drive to one of the schools to get the ONLY other key from Sha--I then must drive to my house to get the spare car key--which thank goodness even after a move I know where it is---I then must go back to the store to get the car. NOW most mornings I would have pulled the garage door down-which would have been another hurdle since Sha's key ONLY opens the kitchen door---but today I felt sorry for my neighbors and my 5 AM noises and did not do. After driving me all over town---Jim has completed his rescue mission. A HUGE THANK YOU TO JIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned----get more keys made---this morning---DO NOT PUT YOUR PURSE DOWN IN THE TRUNK---even if it is about to strangle you to death. Place keys in safe places in case this type of thing happens again. NOTE HOW SMART I AM---I am not revealing on the WWW where I intend to put keys nor which keys I intend to do that with. PERHAPS---I am not a COMPLETE idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6629232277387065031?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6629232277387065031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6629232277387065031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6629232277387065031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6629232277387065031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-hurdle-of-being-alone.html' title='ANOTHER HURDLE OF BEING ALONE'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8730072493061479200</id><published>2011-10-02T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:52:45.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE "HIGH BLOOD"</title><content type='html'>My doctor told me Friday that I have HIGH blood pressure. We talked it over and I am taking some steps to try and lower it myself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a boat load of advice so far---my plans were to eliminate some of the pressure raising happenings in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rely Upon God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the suggestions I have had--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose some weight--HAVE YOU SEEN ME LATELY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Chi---very interested---don't know of a local Tai Chi society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga---cannot get my parts to bend in that manner and my head seems to be pointed so I am not able to stand on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediation---I AM REALLY SORRY---BUT I GIGGLE THINKING ABOUT SITTING AND HUMMING ---Just not a lot of serious bones in this old body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8730072493061479200?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8730072493061479200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8730072493061479200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8730072493061479200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8730072493061479200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/high-blood.html' title='THE &quot;HIGH BLOOD&quot;'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8520922092260257795</id><published>2011-10-01T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:39:40.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMPKIN BAKING!</title><content type='html'>JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW---if it is 96 degrees outside and you have no shade--and your pumpkins are in the direct sunshine in your flowerbed--they will bake! Take it from the voice of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out my storage house today and hung things up high. All it took was a dozen bruises and one smashed fingernail. I am REALLY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted fall flowers and last night the deer paid a visit. They entirely pulled the plants out of the bed and left them in the front yard. I may need to get the gun out! The doctor told me yesterday that I had the "High Blood"---I'll bet shooting something will help get it down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8520922092260257795?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8520922092260257795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8520922092260257795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8520922092260257795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8520922092260257795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-baking.html' title='PUMPKIN BAKING!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5791844166420394410</id><published>2011-09-29T20:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:29:56.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUPER -SUPER HERO &amp; THE VILLAIN</title><content type='html'>There is this awesome-strong-mighty-all powerful SUPER HERO in my life-----He swooped down today and saved me---the damsel in distress -- from the sheer terror of an idle mind---time to fret---and the reality of Alone. It was WONDERFUL---breath-taking---quite unexpected---and yet at the same time---never really a surprise. The fact that He is watching me and knows just the exact moment when I need rescuing is beyond my tiny mind's ability to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My consulting job is coming to an end tomorrow----that reality hit me yesterday---even when I knew it was coming. I prayed---I fretted- I ONCE AGAIN did not trust----and what to NO ONE'S surprise happens---He sends one of His own to tell me that they need me ---I don't have to even get this next consulting job. It's just the fact that He once again swooped in and gave me hope--that was all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN the mean -evil-ugly-hateful--monster once again attacked. NEVER wanting me to relish the joy of the mercy and grace of His constant provision. He uses the tiny elf that he has blinded and turned into an imp to steal and destroy the joy that He gave me. He throws another dart through those that he has deluded and fooled. It hits me RIGHT BETWEEN THE BREAST BONE and puts another hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET BEHIND ME---mean ugly hateful monster----MY SUPER HERO will win this battle and provide all that I need and be all that I need. I am HIS damsel and not in distress-but filled with hope and love and the mercy and grace that ONLY He can give. SO GET BEHIND ME VILLAIN! I have spoken it out loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5791844166420394410?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5791844166420394410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5791844166420394410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5791844166420394410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5791844166420394410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/super-super-hero-villian.html' title='THE SUPER -SUPER HERO &amp; THE VILLAIN'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5370676532243795631</id><published>2011-09-28T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:30:37.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKFUL!</title><content type='html'>Camille sent me a message that God wanted me to write down all that I was thankful for----that would take weeks---but here is a small sample-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 wonderful, sweet, tender-hearted children that were the best gifts from God that I ever received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wonderful, sweet, tender-hearted children by marriage that were God's gifts to our family and the perfect spouses for my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 perfect-sweet-smart-good-looking and WELL above average grandsons-that always make me smile when I think of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extended family and family by marriage that have blessed me and loved me--warts and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More friends than I can list-that have prayed for me-loved me well-sat with me-cooked for me-worked with me-listened to me and stood by me---through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful home, food on my table, a car to drive and all the material possessions that I could possibly ever want or need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the sunrise and the sunset--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance and joy of a world filled with flora and fauna--that takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lick of a puppy and purr of a cat---the joy of seeing the deer on the side of the road in the early morning--the startle of the fox --and the wary glance of the raccoon--to name just a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass under my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging in the dirt/painting a room/cooking a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work that I love and that stimulates my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative ideas and the fun of seeing them come to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long hot shower after a long sweaty run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of sweet parents, grandparents, friends and loved ones that have gone on before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hug of a friend--the warmth of that embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trips gone by and trips to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Book to live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope of an eternal future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Spirit to lead me and comfort me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A God that is beyond any man's comprehension to know or explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listed a few and spoken them out loud--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good suggestion, Camille----I will spend the next few days---looking at all things different and thanking God for His goodness and perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good---even in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I will glorify His Name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5370676532243795631?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5370676532243795631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5370676532243795631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5370676532243795631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5370676532243795631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful.html' title='THANKFUL!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7869979051081824099</id><published>2011-09-27T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:58:10.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BODY TRICKS!</title><content type='html'>REALLY I never cease to be amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday---a young friend of mine---you know the type---under 30---never been married---never had children---you know STILL FIRM---told me that she could make her belly (the pooch about the size of a deflated balloon) become a babies rear. Always intrigued---I BIT---SHOW ME! She proceeds to pull up her blouse and put her hands on each side of her VERY FLAT belly with a cute little navel ring (A DIAMOND!) and push the SKIN--THERE IS NO FAT--together---You end up with a little line and skin pushed together on each side-that I admit did look like a baby's rear. The other consultant that I am consulting with asked was this one of her party tricks. After I pulled myself off the floor from laughing-I told her that I would be REALLY impressed if she could do that with no hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO BE OUTDONE---but CERTAINLY not in company of anyone else---I tried the same trick this very morning after my shower. Now remember-I think Firm is the name of a Grisham book--- The kindest thing I can say is it looked more like a dehydrated mush melon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a party trick of my own---NOT for the faint of heart! Take a mirror and put it on the floor (NO we are not going to "Fried Green Tomato" land!) Lean over the said mirror and look straight down---once you are a certain age-it appears that your face has fallen off! FUNNY TO OTHERS BUT NOT TO THE ONE LEANING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7869979051081824099?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7869979051081824099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7869979051081824099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7869979051081824099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7869979051081824099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/body-tricks.html' title='BODY TRICKS!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-3083790924839164382</id><published>2011-09-26T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:36:42.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE FRIENDLY COMPETITION!</title><content type='html'>NOW when you need to get out of a funk---there is NOTHING like a little friendly competition to do the trick! ESPECIALLY when the competition doesn't even realize you have them in your scope. I took a walk around my new neighborhood last night---and I picked out the prettiest-best kept and well tended yard in the neighborhood. THEY are my target. I went by Lowe's this afternoon on the way home from work--and the games have begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just nothing like putting your hands in the dirt--to give you that good feeling of all is well in God's creation. A few well placed pumpkins and flowers---and I have the incentive to do LOTS more. They'll never know what hit them and I will love every minute of having my hands in the wonderful soil. The dirt will be just begging for mercy and thinking it will collapse if I put one more plant in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTIEST YARD OR BUST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-3083790924839164382?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3083790924839164382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=3083790924839164382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3083790924839164382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/3083790924839164382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-friendly-competition.html' title='A LITTLE FRIENDLY COMPETITION!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6214228868866800013</id><published>2011-09-25T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:26:35.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONING!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever spend time questioning yourself? With my time in the cave, I have spent many hours asking questions about myself and trying to figure it all out. There are NO answers---as I have come to find---for we really will never know what others are thinking about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? Am I not smart-pretty-tall-short-vivacious-charming-learned-on/on/and on enough? Where do I fall short? There is NO good answer to all of these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to remember is that I am fearfully and wonderfully made---God is the perfect architect. If He is happy with whom I am---then what else should matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only get to that point---of knowing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; that HE is all that matters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6214228868866800013?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6214228868866800013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6214228868866800013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6214228868866800013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6214228868866800013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/questioning.html' title='QUESTIONING!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-8761871857783433865</id><published>2011-09-22T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:07:02.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T WORRY---BE HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>I so appreciate all that have expressed concern---but DO NOT worry---be happy that I know from whence my help comes! My friend Barbara sent me the dictionary meanings of retreat---look it up---think about where I am and know that I need to retreat for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I am truly OK---here is one of my latest thoughts---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else feeling strangled now that Fall is officially here? I have worn my beloved white sandals twice since Labor Day &amp;amp; Momma is spinning in her grave. SO out of guilt about doing "What is right among the fashion rules", I have worn closed toed shoes for several days in a row. Is it just me are do your feet feel like they are strangling after being set free all spring and summer in sandals and flip flops and then being completely wrapped and covered by closed toe shoes. They are screaming for AIR! Maybe it's just my feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work---I have not been able to completely retreat---but work is almost a respite since I can only think of the number puzzle in front of me while there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-8761871857783433865?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8761871857783433865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=8761871857783433865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8761871857783433865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/8761871857783433865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='DON&apos;T WORRY---BE HAPPY!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-7732067216696597438</id><published>2011-09-21T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:27:06.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAVE DWELLER</title><content type='html'>If you remember the story of David from the scriptures, you know that he hid in a cave for a while. I have found myself totally and completely exhausted--from the top of my head to the end of my toes---physically-mentally-emotionally. I am talked out---have nothing left to give and in serious need of a word from God. Our small group is studying a book on "Hearing God" and while reading over part of it yesterday I decided it is time to retreat from the world-as much as possible--be still-be alone-and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a not good place emotionally--even with the happy pills--so it is time to deal with the grief-quite running in circles--and face this time. The cave is dark and cold and you are isolated from the world if you go deep enough into it-but there is an opening and the light is waiting for you to re-emerge and I will see the light again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now---I need this time in the cave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-7732067216696597438?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7732067216696597438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=7732067216696597438' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7732067216696597438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/7732067216696597438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/cave-dweller.html' title='CAVE DWELLER'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-6112053138881833189</id><published>2011-09-20T03:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:33:38.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO YOU REMOVE THAT BANDAID?</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering that age old question---just what is the best way to remove that bandaid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is at the top of your list of worldly questions that need to be solved---but in my tiny-bizarre world--I've spent a great deal of time lately thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the group that say --get it over with---pry up one end and give it a quick hard snatch. Remove it fast-and don't look back or think about the pain that will cause. Does it hurt more this way? Do you pull out more hair---perhaps remove the top layer of skin-take the scab off the wound-does it take even more time to heal the wound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other group say---slow and easy---a S L O W--removal trying to make the pain less by going slow. Does this just prolong the pain---are you still pulling all the same hair out and the same amount of skin---and even the same scab--only you are just dragging out the same amount of suffering. Perhaps it hurts less by going slow? The band aid has grown to your body----you feel like it is protecting your wound and the pain of it being exposed---but IS IT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same wound is under both band aids---it's still got to heal---you still have to expose it to the air for it to finish healing? What's the solution---a quick jerk with maybe only a few minutes of pain or the slow removal inch by inch hoping the pain will be less by the slow exposure of the wound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you remove your bandaid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-6112053138881833189?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6112053138881833189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=6112053138881833189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6112053138881833189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/6112053138881833189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-you-remove-that-bandaid.html' title='HOW DO YOU REMOVE THAT BANDAID?'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-1051820064507548739</id><published>2011-09-18T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:54:09.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING NOT SO BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>I think my emotionally and physically packed life finally caught up with me this weekend. I knew I did not feel well when I left work Friday afternoon--but thought HEY--I need a nap. I ran by and had a short visit with Nannie and then headed to my bed----here's how the reminder of the weekend went------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 4:30--6:00 nap&lt;br /&gt;supper &amp;amp; 1 hour of TV&lt;br /&gt;Friday 7:30-7:00 AM Saturday Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-7:30 AM-10:00 Mowing &amp;amp; Yard work----(did you know that some mowers are truly SELF propelled---as you do it yourself?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 10:00 AM-Noonish---Nap&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Noonish-1:00---Call from attorney- upsetting-painting rocker&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 1:00-4:00 Nap&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 4:00-7:00 much need shower &amp;amp; supper&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 7:00-Sunday 8:00 Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 8:00AM-12:15---shower/church/nursery duty at church&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 12:30-5:00 Nap&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 5:00--now supper catching up&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME CAN I GO TO BED TONIGHT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have the sleeping sickness-----Where is Prince Charming to give me a wake up kiss???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL BACK TO BED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-1051820064507548739?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1051820064507548739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=1051820064507548739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1051820064507548739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/1051820064507548739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/sleeping-not-so-beautiful.html' title='SLEEPING NOT SO BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-669025509996418636</id><published>2011-09-14T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:26:40.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OASIS---AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>God continues to amaze me by providing oasis after oasis in this desert time of life. I have a bad couple of days---a difficult period----and again He reminds me of His faithfulness and provision. I will not give you the details---only that tonight my sweet small group surprised me with a "House Warming" party. When the bottom seems near and I am pleading for direction and help---He has faithfully been my provision. WHAT A GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-669025509996418636?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/669025509996418636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=669025509996418636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/669025509996418636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/669025509996418636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/oasis-again.html' title='AN OASIS---AGAIN!'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520004375599304552.post-5633869798360385839</id><published>2011-09-13T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:24:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL-----</title><content type='html'>Good (?) friend, Sonja pointed out to me AFTER I had bought my new house, that the ALL glass shower was right in front of a wall full of mirrors. GEE---THANKS, SONJA! I am really not very observant about things such as this and may have never noticed---EXCEPT--she felt the compulsion to point this out to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried various &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tacts&lt;/span&gt; to avoid the OBVIOUS---since NOW I know the sight that is to behold. It really does not work very well to shower in the dark--especially with a razor in my hand. Not looking is like telling a 5 year old to not peep at the surprise in the back yard---except the surprise is in a slightly worn and wrinkled package now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have come up with the solution---turn the hot water on---allow the shower to steam up---jump in with your back to the mirror---enjoy your steam filled shower---towel off and wrap towel around slightly damaged package BEFORE wiping the steam off the glass. It's working QUITE well ---THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also drawn the line at doing some new work out video that Sonja has--something called "Suicide" or something like that--in Jennifer's music room which is filled with mirrors. She would figure out for sure just how much I cheat--if our image is being reflected back at us like a horror movie from late night TV. WHO IN THE WORLD fills a room with mirrors!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520004375599304552-5633869798360385839?l=oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5633869798360385839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520004375599304552&amp;postID=5633869798360385839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5633869798360385839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520004375599304552/posts/default/5633869798360385839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldladyathletewannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL-----'/><author><name>Lora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07394250015411341183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
