<?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-4992298995509764623</id><updated>2012-01-31T11:00:07.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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>971</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-7267996227690705693</id><published>2012-01-31T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:17:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-I have the best kids ever (but it's possible that I'm biased...no, probably not)   &lt;br /&gt;-Mondays suck    &lt;br /&gt;-that I punct.u.ate worse than the average bear    &lt;br /&gt;-I should work out more (or at all for that matter)    &lt;br /&gt;-and I would like to eat healthier too, but I'm too lazy (busy?)    &lt;br /&gt;-I need to get out more    &lt;br /&gt;-freshly cut grass smells nice    &lt;br /&gt;-flip-flops are the best    &lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks is laced with crack, and also too expensive    &lt;br /&gt;-smart is sexy    &lt;br /&gt;-it's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore (I am sorry)    &lt;br /&gt;-I'm too worried about what other people think about me    &lt;br /&gt;-I amuse myself far more than I amuse anyone else    &lt;br /&gt;-it's time for bed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7267996227690705693?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7267996227690705693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7267996227690705693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7267996227690705693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7267996227690705693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2445783285129196536</id><published>2012-01-30T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:22:00.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday with Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DFOjsNcHQCc/TyXxCTfp0II/AAAAAAAABpg/gpwoNwp9BKw/s1600-h/88888%252520%2525282%252529%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="88888 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="88888 (2)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4leno49ysgM/TyXxCk5J2JI/AAAAAAAABpo/GfYn4SbcfK0/88888%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Sik1drxqji0/TyXxDO6XJfI/AAAAAAAABpw/z6BDtfl4RvI/s1600-h/imag0478-1%252520%2525282%252529%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="imag0478-1 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="imag0478-1 (2)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-s7U0QuJ5ZMM/TyXxDlWaEFI/AAAAAAAABp4/I6HcBN5OGgo/imag0478-1%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" border="0" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-l7ZyH49yORM/TyXxD1InPcI/AAAAAAAABqA/_owrQ948IKE/s1600-h/imag0495%252520%2525282%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="imag0495 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="imag0495 (2)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Cw_1yi4yVlA/TyXxEbirToI/AAAAAAAABqI/OUVDd9uno18/imag0495%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="316" border="0" height="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-imgVwwZxPO4/TyXxE0cZR4I/AAAAAAAABqQ/U8EsP46WCoc/s1600-h/imag0488%252520%2525282%252529%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="imag0488 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="imag0488 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Iq98OOaDSdU/TyXxFSLtGbI/AAAAAAAABqY/dgMhW43xtig/imag0488%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" border="0" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-AxHr3YPTNVM/TyXxFlIRNFI/AAAAAAAABqg/D5OfQteNVJI/s1600-h/imag0497%252520%2525282%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="imag0497 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="imag0497 (2)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NGZfgoAIW2M/TyXxGJRfohI/AAAAAAAABqo/t3IzvDxXUiE/imag0497%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" height="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k9YBVPv0h5A/TyXxGoOJ2UI/AAAAAAAABqw/1EsiZjWDGyo/s1600-h/Morgana%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Morgana" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="Morgana" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-H5E8-kdY-YM/TyXxHBqi7qI/AAAAAAAABq4/PMDY9xdOxzY/Morgana_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j3_sG23nOsY/TyXxHjy2igI/AAAAAAAABrA/7LRvUFL6xtA/s1600-h/Morgan%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Morgan" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="Morgan" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d7R6v9OTWeY/TyXxINmKYMI/AAAAAAAABrI/JP6gMJXpmSY/Morgan_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" border="0" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-V06jR5h0A4g/TyXxIV58TuI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lHtNOpD88uE/s1600-h/ChristmasMorgan%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ChristmasMorgan" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="ChristmasMorgan" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wzl60qmeaNI/TyXxI52FO7I/AAAAAAAABrY/vb4DcjnqxDo/ChristmasMorgan_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" border="0" height="443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2445783285129196536?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2445783285129196536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2445783285129196536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2445783285129196536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2445783285129196536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-with-morgan.html' title='Monday with Morgan'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-4leno49ysgM/TyXxCk5J2JI/AAAAAAAABpo/GfYn4SbcfK0/s72-c/88888%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-3688719696092187010</id><published>2012-01-27T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:09:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  I am _________ to a ridiculous extreme.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;self reliant, stubborn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  I learn best through ________.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;making my own mistakes and I prefer my mistakes remain private&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  I don’t like __________.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;being judged, just because I am old doesn’t mean I am  useless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  I pretend to be _________.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thick skinned but I am really very sensitive, I am easily hurt and I cry way to easy but there is a good chance you will never know about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  I care what people ___________.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Think of me, and I am annoyed that I do care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3688719696092187010?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3688719696092187010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3688719696092187010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3688719696092187010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3688719696092187010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-on-friday_27.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3028508265362066517</id><published>2012-01-26T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:08:01.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it sounds odd, but I've got to thank all the whiners out there in the world. I'd like to thank the people that look around themselves and see nothing but perpetual pain and woe, and feel it necessary to tell the rest of us. For some reason I must look like a psychologist, or the complaint department for the world's issues? I know this because you always find me, and I want to thank you for always knowing exactly what to say to brighten my day and ensure that I will never have any hope other than my own. Where ever I am you are there dear whiners, and this is for you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While we're standing in line at the coffee shop and the kids are a little busy you tell me the world is going to hell because young adults these days just don't work as hard, and that they should know the change from your drink within seconds. While I smile and hope the poor kids don't get too flustered knowing that patience has gone out the window with the advent of the computer. All the while astonished at how they can say hello to people, remember the recipe for your double skim cafe mocha with light fat free whip and a shot of sugar free mint for the holidays, while calculating the change from a twenty for your three dollar and thirty seven cent drink, pouring coffee and heating milk all at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me the world has gotten so rude and you can’t account for it; as you cut off the guy before you to make it to work just five minutes late instead of six after forgetting to thank the young lady that held the door open for you as you hustled into and out of the coffee shop thinking that you could get a drink that takes two minutes to make in thirty seconds if only no one was in line before you and they had everything out and ready. They should have known you were coming. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me your plight while standing in line at the grocery store, being sure to inform me that things have gotten so expensive that not a soul in the world could keep up with the rising prices while you buy the most expensive brand of everything. While I stand behind you with a cart just as full of groceries knowing I'll pay one hundred dollars less because my shampoo doesn’t give you an orgasm and my water comes from a tap. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me the world is ending because of fuel consumption, our economy will fail because of the cost and the US is sure to choke on it's oil addiction as you pull up next to me in your high performance eight cylinder Benz complaining about your wife's SUV. I smile as I drive off in my sedan that gets twice the gas mileage with fuel thirty cents less a gallon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The day is too wet, too hot, too cold, too dry, too sunny and too gray for you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The lakes are down or the water table is too high and threatening to flood the basement; besides the water is too polluted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me that college is too expensive to keep the American dream alive. While your children take out loans to pay for the same thing your Father worked so hard in order to give you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me houses are too expensive, retirement is too far off with the cost of living and social security won't exist as you drive off in a forty thousand dollar car to your Sycamore Hills bungalow with two thousand square feet worth one point five million. While I drive home in a thousand dollar car to a two thousand square foot house worth about a tenth as much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me the roads are hell, but you can't stand construction. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me that being from a small town means I am less intelligent, less developed and less refined. While I, being from a small town, wouldn't sit at a table with you and your children if my life depended on it because of your manners, mind and chosen topics. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me that marriage cannot survive in our society because of constant temptation and the stress of running a family. That marriage is an outdated institution and that humans were just not meant for it. While I smile knowing that you're simply compensating for the seven year itch you just scratched or are planning to in the near future. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me the government is corrupt, politicians lie and that our society is doomed. While I smile and wonder what has changed in five thousand years.   &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your difficulties are greater than any, and never felt by any before you. That the world is a mess and can never be fixed. That the world should give up and share in your grief. I listened to my Grand-parents about the Depression, my Father about WWII and my Mother about making ends meet in a one income home, all the while knowing that we are the fortunate and the world is ours for the making and the taking as long as we fight for it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to everyone of you for giving it the old college try in killing the world's collective spirits and dragging down everyone's mood around you. You truly are a wonder to breathe with your head that far up your a$$ and standing in such a large puddle of tears. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;End of my rant. Thanks for reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3028508265362066517?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3028508265362066517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3028508265362066517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3028508265362066517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3028508265362066517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/whiners.html' title='Whiners'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6890148938677181705</id><published>2012-01-25T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T05:43:38.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s probably bad for me. I should stop all this blogging stuff, and settle down to a nice, safe retirement. I must stop taking risks and getting impassioned about things in case I look ridiculous. I must not spend money in the hopes of making money. I must accept that as a woman past 65, I am - well - wrinkly and nearly dead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, must I? And who said? I resent the suggestion that I am intent on getting old disgracefully. I was never physically graceful in the first place, having been, all my life, at best a big tall woman. And why is it disgraceful to want to continue living as I always have? Does some kind of switch go off when you hit 60 that causes all the interesting urges you have to become somehow embarrassing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I must stress, this is not about my family and friends. They are wonderful. They know and accept me as I am, encourage me to enjoy myself - even aid and abet me in doing dangerous things! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People in stores are inclined to call me ‘mam’ or ‘hun’ and speak to me in a somewhat odd tone. Someone even said, ‘Bless’ about something I said recently. They were not aware of how close they were to a white trash fit. I was so angry I couldn’t move for fear of getting arrested for assault.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there is the media version of how older people should be perceived. We are a drag on resources, not producing anything to go into the economic pot, and are costing more and more each year as the percentage of retirees in the population at large grows. Little attention is paid to how many grandparents are doing the main caring, and contributing financially to the education of their grandchildren while their adult children work all hours to develop and succeed in their chosen careers. Small mention is made of the number of retirees who are the main care givers for their own, very aged, parents and family, or even their partner. And it is seldom mentioned in the media that the major charities are practically dependant upon the services of post-retirement volunteers, who run charity shops, raise sponsorship and generally spend a lot of their time supporting them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My generation, the post war babies did not fight in the war . But we did work for many years, paying all the time in one way nor another towards our pension. And now we are reaping the reward - the anger of the media and the resentment of those who are just entering employment with the knowledge that they will have to save for their own retirement. It isn’t as though my generation didn’t save. I never felt that owning stuff was my right! I’m not complaining that people have too much - I think it’s great. But a lot of how it is now, with everyone having more things than I could ever have believed possible, is because my generation worked like mad to make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I’m not subsiding into silence in my little home. . I’m not repentant, nor embarrassed about being retired and enjoying myself. The future is such an exciting place, and for a lot more years yet I’m going to live in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6890148938677181705?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6890148938677181705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6890148938677181705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6890148938677181705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6890148938677181705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/retire.html' title='Retire'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5477316469325608467</id><published>2012-01-24T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T05:54:11.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seven things I cannot do: &lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight   &lt;br /&gt;2. Not be obsessive    &lt;br /&gt;3. Learn not to fret about things that I cannot change    &lt;br /&gt;4. Find my book on Historic Homes of Huntington county - there's the obsessive part of me rearing it's ugly head    &lt;br /&gt;5. Speak Spanish    &lt;br /&gt;6. Deal with stupid people    &lt;br /&gt;7. Deal with selfishness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5477316469325608467?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5477316469325608467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5477316469325608467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5477316469325608467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5477316469325608467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8454625180479524482</id><published>2012-01-23T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:24:00.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, like the song says,  the weather outside is frightful.  This winter has been so nice up to this point and now it is somewhat unpredictable. January is a strange weather month.  We can have warm, then rain, then a sudden snow storm all with in a few hours of each other.  With all this weather cabin fever can become a problem for some folks.  It comes from being cooped up inside too long. The weather gets a little cold and we have the tendency to hold up inside. We become more sedentary. Which leads to us becoming irritable, more stressed and even sad and depressed.  Even though we know spring is on the way, we have to deal with winter first. There are several ways to deal with cabin fever.  You can go outside. Visit the mall. Turn off the news, stop being bombarded with constant negative news. Act happy till you actually feel happy. Don’t sit around doing nothing. Do something creative.  I have started a pretty big project.  I have 5 gorgeous grandchildren. I am making each one a crocheted baby blanket.  One for each of their first born children.  I have written a letter to include and will be putting these away for them.  So even if I am not physically here I will be with them in spirit to share in their happiness.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8454625180479524482?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8454625180479524482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8454625180479524482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8454625180479524482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8454625180479524482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5785694849291711202</id><published>2012-01-21T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:04:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt; Do you ever think about what  it would be like to have lived 100-150 years ago and then gone into a  coma where you don't age at all and then wake up tomorrow. How  mind-blowing would all the "advancements" be? Women wearing pants and  working, all kids going to school (many starting before they are even  out of diapers), cars, technology, indoor plumbing, television, people talking on these little  gadgets and listening to music, wow has the music changed! Sorry. I kind  went off on a rant there, didn't I? Anything you want to add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5785694849291711202?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5785694849291711202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5785694849291711202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5785694849291711202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5785694849291711202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/coma.html' title='Coma'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2479597929678419888</id><published>2012-01-20T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:42:00.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 On Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Stop swearing in the car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Stop shouting at other drivers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Say something nice to at least one person per day, and actually mean it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Stop worrying about stuff like the state of the house/bedrooms/garden/yard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Chill out and stop stressing about points 1-4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2479597929678419888?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2479597929678419888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2479597929678419888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2479597929678419888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2479597929678419888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-on-friday_20.html' title='5 On Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5950221813749305499</id><published>2012-01-19T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T02:49:00.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Paula</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well once again society is rewarding bad behavior.. The Queen of butter has announced she has Type 2 Diabetes. And she has allegedly signed a deal with a diabetes drug company. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chef Anthony Bourdain has openly criticized her, and is catching all sorts of h e double hockey sticks for it. Paula said he should “get a life”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and she has had this for the last 3 years, and she has been working with the drug company all "hush hush" like, so she could come out as a Diabetic, who  pushes their meds.   Is it called having an ulterior motive? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought Diabetes was about carbohydrates, not fat or even calories..... I could eat 5 sticks of deep fried butter and it would barely affect my blood sugar. I am not saying her recipes can't be re worked to lower the fat/calorie content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, you can practically  cut the tension between Paula and Anthony with a butter knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5950221813749305499?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5950221813749305499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5950221813749305499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5950221813749305499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5950221813749305499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-paula.html' title='Oh Paula'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-9079696837786864280</id><published>2012-01-18T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:36:00.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all in the wiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I talked to an old friend. I have not seen her in years. I got a Christmas letter from her and when I sent out my cards I simply wrote, I will call you some time and we can catch up.  Well today was sometime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She answered and I identified my self and said.. “How are you?” and for the next 30 or so minutes she told me. In.Great.Detail.for.30.minutes. OMG. I know what pills she takes, what time she takes them, what she takes them with, where she buys them, how much her co pay is, and on and on and on. I don’t mean to sound mean but when I said catch up I meant on each others lives, not aches and pains. You know, where are your kids, how many grandkids etc. That sort of catching up. It’s not that I don’t care, but it is just not the way I am wired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-9079696837786864280?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/9079696837786864280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=9079696837786864280&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/9079696837786864280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/9079696837786864280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-all-in-wiring.html' title='Its all in the wiring'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-456013380093025909</id><published>2012-01-17T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:19:00.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apunkaweb.com/text/humor/367-perfectly-logical.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A wife asks her husband, "Could you please go shopping for me and buy one carton of milk, and if they have eggs, get 6."&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apunkaweb.com/text/humor/367-perfectly-logical.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A short time later the husband comes back with 6 cartons of milk.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apunkaweb.com/text/humor/367-perfectly-logical.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The wife asks him, "Why did you buy 6 cartons of milk?"&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apunkaweb.com/text/humor/367-perfectly-logical.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He replied, "They had eggs."&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apunkaweb.com/text/humor/367-perfectly-logical.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(I'm sure you're going back to read it again!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-456013380093025909?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/456013380093025909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=456013380093025909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/456013380093025909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/456013380093025909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/logic.html' title='Logic'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3087612949846437179</id><published>2012-01-16T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:46:00.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3087612949846437179?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3087612949846437179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3087612949846437179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3087612949846437179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3087612949846437179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-regrets.html' title='5 regrets'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6140536613694974088</id><published>2012-01-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:28:52.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZy8yqpjfhU/TxHXNCJE8cI/AAAAAAAABo0/waaxlIfi9SU/s1600/794354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZy8yqpjfhU/TxHXNCJE8cI/AAAAAAAABo0/waaxlIfi9SU/s400/794354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697571622513603010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So gas prices are on the rise again.  They were holding pretty steady at just over  $3/gallon in these parts.  $3/gallon--can you believe that?  I  remember when I was first driving, prices were under a  $1/gallon.   I'm absolutely certain that I've paid less than a dollar per gallon  for gas since I've been driving.  I can remember filling up  circa 1960+ for $.299/gal.  That wasn't that long ago--not long enough  to justify a $3+ dollar increase.  But I digress.  So, as I was saying,  gas prices are on the rise again--bitch, bitch, moan, moan, grumble,  grumble.  Who the hell wants to pay over $3.60/gallon for gas?!?  Then comes the  announcement: gas prices expected to reach $5/gallon in the next few  months, and, OMGosh, we're so lucky to only be paying $3.60 now!  See,  it's all about the spin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6140536613694974088?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6140536613694974088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6140536613694974088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6140536613694974088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6140536613694974088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/spin.html' title='Spin'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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/-MZy8yqpjfhU/TxHXNCJE8cI/AAAAAAAABo0/waaxlIfi9SU/s72-c/794354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-7914882910216484615</id><published>2012-01-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:59:00.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.  What is your biggest time waster?  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I would say television, I have a TV on 24/7. Yes I got in the very bad habit of watching TV in bed, and I like the fact that it covers up all the night time noises that would scare me, so I just leave it on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.  What is your best use of time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am not very good at scheduling my time. I have learned though that since my COPD, I require much more time to do even the simplest things and that I have to prepare and plan ahead if I intend on going out and about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3.  What is your most challenging thing to do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Without a doubt, climbing the stairs, those 13 steps get me every time.  I go about half way and then sit and rest and catch my breath. This COPD sometimes kicks my butt and not in a good way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4.  What is your greatest accomplishment?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a hard question for me, I am so proud of my boys and what they have done with their lives, but that is their accomplishment and not mine.  I guess I would say that just to have survived what I have been through is my greatest accomplishment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5.  What was your worst failure?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My two marriages.  Since I am the common denominator I accept that the failure was mine.  I also know that it was a matter of my survival to get out.  Yes and I still feel I failed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7914882910216484615?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7914882910216484615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7914882910216484615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7914882910216484615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7914882910216484615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-on-friday_13.html' title='5 on Friday…'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-398351194781182189</id><published>2012-01-12T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:00:06.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an appaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ever since I got my Kindle Fire for Christmas I have become an appaholic.  I have an app to listen to the radio, to check the weather, including forecasts and local color radar, check my email, even an app to track domestic and foreign flights.  I would never consider paying extra to have a smart phone but I sure do love this little gadget.  Besides my personal computer,  this is the greatest piece of technology to touch my life, it keeps me updated and engaged.  An App, which is short for application,   is a program that operates inside my fire device. I can visit and update my blog, check my Facebook via an app, even send a tweet by tapping another app on this handy dandy app filled e-reader of mine. It is amazing how many  apps are out there for everything. Every day Amazon offers a different app at no charge.  They also offer tons of free apps.  I am off now to play Angry Birds, such a frustrating game.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-398351194781182189?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/398351194781182189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=398351194781182189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/398351194781182189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/398351194781182189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-appaholic.html' title='I am an appaholic'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4364695193479983749</id><published>2012-01-11T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:34:00.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I remember that makes me old:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Poodle Skirts&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Howdy Doody&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Indian test pattern on TV&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Pearl Drops Tooth Polish&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Wrestling’s Gorgeous George&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Eastern Airlines&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Nylon Stockings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Texaco Gas Stations&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Braniff Airlines&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Smothers Brothers&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Black Jack Chewing Gum&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4364695193479983749?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4364695193479983749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4364695193479983749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4364695193479983749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4364695193479983749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/stuff-i-remember-that-makes-me-old.html' title='Stuff I remember that makes me old:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6095732018761235390</id><published>2012-01-10T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:32:00.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. You cannot stick your tongue out and look up at the ceiling at the same time, a physical impossibility. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. All idiots, after reading #1, will try it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. And discover #1 is a lie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. You are smiling now because you are an idiot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. You soon will tell this to another idiot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. There is still a stupid smile on your face ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sincerely apologize about this but I'm an idiot and I needed company. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; THANK YOU &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6095732018761235390?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6095732018761235390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6095732018761235390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6095732018761235390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6095732018761235390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-truths.html' title='6 Truths'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-7839568563561882120</id><published>2012-01-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:24:00.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday with Morgan and Aggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iy3DOGLgrTA/TwpeEHobeUI/AAAAAAAABoA/SD5SMh4Qdg8/s1600-h/morganaggie1%252520%2525282%252529%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="morganaggie1 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; 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Do you anticipate 2012 being a better year for you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do not think it will necessarily be better, because the last year was very good to me, I think it will be as good as I make it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.  What are you looking forward to in the New Year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The thing I am looking forward to the most is a visit from my son.  Over 7 years ago he moved to Queensland Australia.  He plans on coming for a visit next month! I can’t wait!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3.  What was the most challenging thing that you went thru last year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I try to be a good person every day, and be mindful of what’s important in life. I joke that I only live in the moment anyway — I can hardly remember what happened yesterday, let alone last year!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4.  What was the biggest thing that you learned last year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That whatever it is I'm doing - however it is I decide to spend my time – it is the best that I can do. There is always another way or another road or another answer. But I cannot spend valuable life second guessing the decisions I've made. I must keep going and continue to learn to trust myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5.  What brought you unexpected joy last year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow, that is a hard one.  I would have to say the success of my children and my grandchildren, it brings me such happiness to see them succeed.  I am very proud of my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8692754286761355430?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8692754286761355430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8692754286761355430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8692754286761355430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8692754286761355430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-on-friday.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6746108109497962429</id><published>2012-01-05T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:07:06.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UGHH turn out the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Somewhere in the neighborhood of $4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Floor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My text tone is Angry Birds and my ring tone is Theme from Benny Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Uh don’t actually have a shirt on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Do you label yourself?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sure.  Sometimes the labels are not very nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shoes? At home? Nope!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What does your watch look like?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;never wear one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sleeping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was from Katie and she told me they were going out for sushi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have not seen one in years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What’s a word that you say a lot?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Katie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aggie Morgan’s dog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caffeine and my medical inhalers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Digital camera here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I like each year better than the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A picture I took a few Christmases back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will take the money thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yes I do I like almost everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Darn if I know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What time of day were you born?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’m not sure.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. What’s your favorite number?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Where did you live in 1997?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I lived right here in paradise, and have for over 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;At times yes, but currently I cannot think of a soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I doubt it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was here at home and was glued to the tv for days. The saddest and scariest day ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Go to the front counter and get my money back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think so. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I do have a tattoo, I got it when I got divorced, it is 3 hot air balloons on my right shoulder, hehe shoulders don’t sag with age. Each balloon represents one of my boys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Spanish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Would you move for the person you loved? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Are you touchy feely? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not a lot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. What’s your life motto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Live and forgive then forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My cell, and, well, my oxygen,and my rescue inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. What’s your favorite town/city? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A bottle of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Last year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No why would I want to do that when I have a grandson who does it for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;great grands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Define fancy. mink coat lacy dress? If so then like Never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;49.Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nope I am very lucky to not have aches and pains.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Have you been burned by love?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6746108109497962429?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6746108109497962429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6746108109497962429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6746108109497962429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6746108109497962429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-things.html' title='a few things'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2832722070227727067</id><published>2012-01-04T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:23:01.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Let me say right away that I am thankful for my family and friends. I am also thankful that I enjoy hundreds of freedoms daily that others in this old world only dream about.  Just so that you know I feel very blessed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I recently read a post about being thankful for the people who help you through the rough times in life.  I sort of made me stop and think about my crappy times.  As much as I would like to hit the delete key and erase them out of my memory I can’t.  But in some weird way I am thankful for them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My rough times have shown me what I am made of and who I can count on. It has allowed me to gain empathy for others in that same situation.  I think my crap time has contributed as much or maybe more than the good times I have had. At my ripe old age I have had a fair share of crappiness.  That experience has taught me that I will get through it eventually, even though I know things will suck for a while.  That is just the way it has to be.  So here is to the crap in my life and to the good,  as that old song says “ You can’t have one with out the other.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2832722070227727067?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2832722070227727067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2832722070227727067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2832722070227727067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2832722070227727067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/crappy-times.html' title='Crappy Times'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-249607708360691060</id><published>2012-01-03T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:08:00.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;crone&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;plural&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;crones&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;(obsolete) An old woman &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;an ugly evil-looking or frightening old woman; a hag &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be having a birthday soon and decided to write down a few things I have learned. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I see women my age and older out and about, that look like they have had one procedure too many.  I don’t love my sagging face and dark under eye circles any more than anyone else, but it is who I am and I have earned my wrinkles and my grey hair. I would rather be an old crone that look fake with big lips and no expression. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been young.  Now it is someone else’s turn.  I learned early how to take turns and to share.  So take your turn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am learning to love this time of life.  You know my life, my rules.  I don't feel the need to spend time with unpleasant, negative or gossipy people. I don't feel the need to attend meetings, events or gatherings which I know in advance will prove unpleasant.  I don't feel the need to wear clothing I find uncomfortable, for any reason, ever.  I have dessert for breakfast. There are definite advantages to having put in my time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So go ahead call me a crone I am a crone.  I am a proud and happy crone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-249607708360691060?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/249607708360691060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=249607708360691060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/249607708360691060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/249607708360691060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/crone.html' title='Crone'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6735989847791496078</id><published>2012-01-02T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:21:00.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative Affirmations for the New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I am in touch with my inner sociopath.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. In some cultures what I do would be considered normal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. My intuition nearly makes up for my lack of wisdom and judgment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper, and complain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. When someone hurts me, I know that forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit, but not nearly as rewarding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. I am at one with my duality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves in knots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 50th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. I honor and express all facets of my being, regardless of state and local laws.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12. Today I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13. A scapegoat is almost as good as a solution.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. Just for today, I will not sit in my living room all day in my underwear. Instead, I will move my computer into the bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15. I will no longer waste my time reliving the past; I will spend it worrying about the future?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16. The complete lack of evidence is the surest proof that the conspiracy is working.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17. Before I criticize a man, I walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(from an email)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6735989847791496078?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6735989847791496078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6735989847791496078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6735989847791496078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6735989847791496078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/alternative-affirmations-for-new-year.html' title='Alternative Affirmations for the New Year...'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8296743003152831170</id><published>2012-01-01T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:08:00.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-i9YfQ3OtS9Y/Tv5EcEcBDKI/AAAAAAAABnw/GGBIPS7_eYM/s1600-h/New-Year-2012-High-Resolution-Wallpapers2%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="New-Year-2012-High-Resolution-Wallpapers2" style="border-right: 0px none; border-width: 0px; border-style: none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; display: inline; width: 315px; height: 240px;" alt="New-Year-2012-High-Resolution-Wallpapers2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5SF4tfb8AWk/Tv5EcXHsO7I/AAAAAAAABn4/Pje-s3mAjm4/New-Year-2012-High-Resolution-Wallpapers2_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Grown up Wishes for the New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;1. I  want to live life joyfully, health, both emotional and physical health and  strength to persevere even when I feel like I'm hitting a wall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;2. I  want peace, peace from my past.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;3. I  want to have whatever tools it takes to keep in touch with family and  friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;4. I  want to have Plenty Of Dark Chocolate: Who am I kidding? I wish for this all the  time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;5. I  need a reason and a way to step away from the computer for more than an hour at  a time, so I can actually accomplish something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8296743003152831170?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8296743003152831170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8296743003152831170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8296743003152831170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8296743003152831170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh4.ggpht.com/-5SF4tfb8AWk/Tv5EcXHsO7I/AAAAAAAABn4/Pje-s3mAjm4/s72-c/New-Year-2012-High-Resolution-Wallpapers2_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-25058010243809752</id><published>2011-12-31T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:41:00.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo Hoooo I’m back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow I really missed ya’ll. It is flat weird not having my lifeline working and not to mention my phone being out.  The internet is such a part of my every day life, and I felt like I had lost a body part while it was down.  Every morning I grab my coffee cup, have a chat with my friend in Jawja, and read all my favorite blogs. I also missed being able to run in set down and look up something quickly and easily.  I mean this internet thing that old Al Gore invented is so useful and entertaining. I am back for now and I am praying everything is ok and I don’t have any more outages. So far so good.. I sure have a lot of catching up to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-25058010243809752?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/25058010243809752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=25058010243809752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/25058010243809752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/25058010243809752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/wooo-hoooo-im-back.html' title='Wooo Hoooo I’m back'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3426980458847479157</id><published>2011-12-30T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:26:36.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.  Do you think 2012 will be better for you or worse?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am just thankful it will be, if you know what I mean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.  This Christmas season did you anything to help others?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I did but I would rather not share it on here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. What was your worst Christmas ever?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have had some really bad Christmas’s but not anymore. My worst involved my ex, drinking and the river. Very bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Do you snoop at Christmas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nope, I love a surprise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Are you a big party person on New Years Eve?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who me?  I am an in bed early sort of person, after all the amateur drinkers are all out on that night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(my internet and home phone was down for 3 days)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3426980458847479157?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3426980458847479157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3426980458847479157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3426980458847479157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3426980458847479157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-on-friday_30.html' title='5 on Friday:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-7105921211646233967</id><published>2011-12-28T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:06:30.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay 'them!' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle.' An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7105921211646233967?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7105921211646233967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7105921211646233967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7105921211646233967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7105921211646233967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/thought-for-today.html' title='Thoughts for today'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-965108977522930286</id><published>2011-12-27T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:52:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93X6EAZgwwc/TvlBjwgLXNI/AAAAAAAABno/avFwVmzjO6M/s1600/kindle-fire.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93X6EAZgwwc/TvlBjwgLXNI/AAAAAAAABno/avFwVmzjO6M/s400/kindle-fire.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690651686730423506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;I'm taking  the day off blogging to play with my Kindle Fire. Santa was very very good to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-965108977522930286?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/965108977522930286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=965108977522930286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/965108977522930286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/965108977522930286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93X6EAZgwwc/TvlBjwgLXNI/AAAAAAAABno/avFwVmzjO6M/s72-c/kindle-fire.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8711308058960090686</id><published>2011-12-26T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T03:10:00.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is over, and everyone goes back to hating one another, treating one another like dirt and generally crushing the spirits of any who happen to get into their way. Right?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;. Not really. Do you know what I honestly believe? I believe only a few people actually change over the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;. I think most of us act the same all year. It's just that few people pay attention until this time of year. The people who helped me  did not do it because &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; was coming. They did it because that is what they do. And they do it all year. The media likes to perpetuate the stereotype that people are only nice at &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; - which means all the generosity and kindness is phony. I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the lie. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is, people who are nice are nice all year. Kind people are kind all year. Helpful people help all year. Giving people give all year. The list goes on. &lt;em&gt;(It also includes the crap behaviors, such lying, cheating, stealing and what have you.)&lt;/em&gt; We don't change for a day and then change back. Not really.    &lt;br /&gt;But how was your &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;? I hope it was at least as much as you desired. Since I cannot hear your answer now, I will tell you how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day went.    &lt;br /&gt;For me, &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; began on &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/strong&gt;. I watch my all-time favorite &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Movie&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; starring &lt;em&gt;Darren Mcgavin.&lt;/em&gt; When it originally was released in theatres I did not go see it. It sounded dumb. Then, I caught it on television and fell in love with it.  Then I did something which has become a tradition for two years now: I watched logs burn in a fireplace on television. The entire concept is stupid, and yet I watch with great fascination. It's about thirty minutes long, and &lt;strong&gt;Christmas music&lt;/strong&gt; plays.  I didn't stay up to midnight this year. I was crabby and I shut down early.    &lt;br /&gt;I got up early. The kids came by with Chinese food, we ate and then the packages were handed out,  Everyone seemed happy with everything they got. We all watched A Christmas Story marathon on TV. After that the day was over, everyone left, and I shuffled off to bed.    &lt;br /&gt;I hope your day was good. I know not everyone had a good one, and if that includes you I am sorry. Maybe things will begin to improve for you now. I hope so.    &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day today! God bless you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8711308058960090686?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8711308058960090686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8711308058960090686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8711308058960090686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8711308058960090686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas Is Over'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4889818175229535456</id><published>2011-12-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:05:00.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNS-emF5g7A/TvS09U9zXSI/AAAAAAAABnc/-Z-sSxZUTs8/s1600/375982_286246654761107_142858085766632_870850_991161645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNS-emF5g7A/TvS09U9zXSI/AAAAAAAABnc/-Z-sSxZUTs8/s400/375982_286246654761107_142858085766632_870850_991161645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371194968726818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4889818175229535456?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4889818175229535456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4889818175229535456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4889818175229535456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4889818175229535456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNS-emF5g7A/TvS09U9zXSI/AAAAAAAABnc/-Z-sSxZUTs8/s72-c/375982_286246654761107_142858085766632_870850_991161645_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8712562670512497909</id><published>2011-12-23T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:24:00.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  What is your very favorite Christmas Movie?   A Christmas Story. I love the people and the story, one of my favorite scenes is Ralphie in the bunny suit, and when he went blind from soap poisoning. Just a fun family show. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Do you serve any special food that you must have for Christmas? It would not be Christmas without my Daughter in laws Stuffed Mushrooms. This year we will NOT have our usual traditional dinner and they all will come to my house this year and we will have Chinese Take out.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you hard to buy for?  Not at all although I would rather give than receive. Receiving makes me uncomfortable.. Yeah I know.. I hope to work thru it sooner rather than later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4. What was your all time favorite Christmas Gift? Wow I have so many but I think I would have to say my Mother’s Ring and/or my Grandmothers necklace, or my pistol with the pink pearl handle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Fill in the blank;   I hope ____________ for Christmas.  We have snow.  I know sort of hokey but I do love a White Christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8712562670512497909?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8712562670512497909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8712562670512497909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8712562670512497909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8712562670512497909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-on-friday_23.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4532337564909385721</id><published>2011-12-22T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:42:00.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good/Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was a little girl, and I might have done something "bad", my mother always used to tell me I was naughty. If I heard that word once, I heard it a million gazillion times. I think all children are born innocent and are not inherently naughty, but they do manage to get themselves into trouble by being overly curious, or perhaps imitating what other children are doing. Or perhaps they haven't been taught the difference between right and wrong yet. I don't think my mother meant any harm by saying what she did, but as a child, it was imbedded in my brain. The word "naughty" rang in my ears for many years, and I grew up thinking I was a bad person. I have always felt that I did not deserve all the good things that other people have, and I often describe the feeling as being "outside the candy store, looking inside at everyone else". Inside my heart, I know I am not a bad person, but perhaps rather to the contrary, I might actually be a good person.  &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make me feel better about myself -- for a while, anyway. But it has always been a struggle for me, because I know I don't treat people badly, and in my heart I am not "naughty" and I always have good intentions.   &lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years, I have observed some behaviors by other people -- good people -- that have laid me flat with their selfishness and insensitivity. I know they meant no harm, but I have seen people do and say things that I would never do -- things that would be incomprehensible to me. It has made me realize as well, that we are all only human. Sometimes people's behaviors are based on lack of knowledge, or misinformation, or perhaps a misunderstanding of how other people will be affected.   &lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation today with my friend about the theory of "six degrees of separation". It is an interesting theory, and it made me realize how closely we are all connected, and how much everyone's behavior can have repercussions on others. The smallest thing can have a huge effect, and I always try to consider how my behavior, my actions or my speech will affect the people around me. I'm not perfect, but I try very hard not to hurt other people. I think sometimes we have a tendency to be overly critical of ourselves, and maybe sometimes we can realize we're not so bad after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4532337564909385721?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4532337564909385721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4532337564909385721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4532337564909385721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4532337564909385721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbad.html' title='Good/Bad'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6388673568638817481</id><published>2011-12-21T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:14:00.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A row of bottles on my shelf&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caused me to analyze myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One yellow pill I have to pop&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goes to my heart so it won't stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A little white one that I take&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goes to my hands so they don't shake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The blue ones that I use a lot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The purple pill goes to my brain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And tells me that I have no pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The capsules tell me not to wheeze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or cough or shake or even sneeze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The red ones, smallest ones of all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to my blood so I won't fall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The orange one, very big and bright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prevent my leg cramps in the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Such an array of brilliant pills  &lt;br /&gt;Helping to cure all kinds of ills.   &lt;br /&gt;But what I'd really like to know...   &lt;br /&gt;Is what tells each one where to go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's always a lot to be thankful for if &lt;br /&gt;you take time to look for it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example  I am sitting here thinking &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how nice it is  that wrinkles don't hurt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6388673568638817481?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6388673568638817481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6388673568638817481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6388673568638817481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6388673568638817481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-poem-for-older-folks.html' title='SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8425079561961697846</id><published>2011-12-20T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:56:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important stuff I think about:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Diamonds are a girl's best friend. And I always have room for more friends. Always. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;This holiday season, in lieu of gifts, I've decided to give everyone my opinion. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's beginning to cost a lot like Christmas. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;All I want for Christmas is you. Just kidding! I want a garage. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m  definitely older. Not sure about wiser. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I think the road to hell looks just like a Walmart parking lot. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Procrastination is exhausting. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I have heard that people who talk to themselves tend to be extremely smart. Did you know that? Yes, I did know that. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Never trust anyone who says, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone but...." &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's interesting that the first half of your life, people tell you what to do. For the second half, they tell you what you should have done. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8425079561961697846?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8425079561961697846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8425079561961697846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8425079561961697846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8425079561961697846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/important-stuff-i-think-about.html' title='Important stuff I think about:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-1450942696291756430</id><published>2011-12-19T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:36:01.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday with Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GStpwD5doK8/Tu5BBqLonNI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TN7evVIeVLw/s1600/morgansanta2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GStpwD5doK8/Tu5BBqLonNI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TN7evVIeVLw/s400/morgansanta2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687554876174277842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-1450942696291756430?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1450942696291756430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=1450942696291756430&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1450942696291756430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1450942696291756430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/monday-with-morgan.html' title='Monday with Morgan'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GStpwD5doK8/Tu5BBqLonNI/AAAAAAAABnQ/TN7evVIeVLw/s72-c/morgansanta2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8617196389646882082</id><published>2011-12-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:18:39.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas LIght Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dfz1pyq3EhE?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one of the most beautiful displays of lights I have seen. Just lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8617196389646882082?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8617196389646882082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8617196389646882082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8617196389646882082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8617196389646882082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-light-show.html' title='Christmas LIght Show'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://img.youtube.com/vi/dfz1pyq3EhE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-2059122813690847378</id><published>2011-12-16T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:51:10.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Citizen Flash Mob</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xP5B1Oq_mFk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2059122813690847378?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2059122813690847378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2059122813690847378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2059122813690847378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2059122813690847378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/senior-citizen-flash-mob.html' title='Senior Citizen Flash Mob'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://img.youtube.com/vi/xP5B1Oq_mFk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-3127419288214011077</id><published>2011-12-16T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:48:00.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you could change one thing in your past what would it be and why.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would not change a single thing, if I changed anything at all I would not be at this place and I am loving my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. IF you could do any profession in the world what would it be.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would be an advocate for battered women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   3. What special super power would you want if you could have one.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The ability to lead by example? The ability to make money appear out of thin air?  Not sure that would be a super power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You just found $100 and can only spend it on something frivolous for yourself, what would it be?      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would save it and put it toward a new Kindle fire or a new computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last thing you've done that you knew was wrong, but did it anyway...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spoke unkind things about a friend. Yeah I know and I feel guilty very guilty..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3127419288214011077?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3127419288214011077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3127419288214011077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3127419288214011077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3127419288214011077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-on-friday_16.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3780908961778980160</id><published>2011-12-15T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:45:00.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m cranky today</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today I'm just going to do a little review of some random things that annoy me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-Kidnapping vans (vans with no windows other than the windshield and the driver and passenger door windows). I understand how these might be useful to some people--you know...those carrying crap that nobody really wants to look at, and those hauling a gaggle of Vietnamese slaves...but I hate driving behind them because I can't see anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-the dirtiness of my house, which I'm going to work on when I finish this post&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-crappy weather&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-fast food places that serve you cold fries--like, cold before they even put them in your bag, not like they got cold on your drive home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-little yappy dogs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm trying not to dwell on the annoying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3780908961778980160?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3780908961778980160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3780908961778980160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3780908961778980160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3780908961778980160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-cranky-today.html' title='I’m cranky today'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5566168224452288682</id><published>2011-12-14T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:49:00.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Some People Had Their Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we would be sending the following Christmas/New Years greetings out:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Politically Correct Holiday Greeting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral, winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most joyous traditions of the religious persuasion of your particular choice, but with respect for the religious persuasion of others who choose to practice their own religion, as well as those who choose not to practice any religion at all. Additionally, a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the generally accepted calendar year 2012, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures, whose contributions have helped make our society great, without regard to race, creed, color, religion or sexual orientation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Disclaimer: This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others, and no responsibility for any unintended emotional stress these greetings may bring to those not caught up in the holiday spirit.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O screw it!...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From my house to yours..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5566168224452288682?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5566168224452288682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5566168224452288682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5566168224452288682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5566168224452288682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-some-people-had-their-way.html' title='If Some People Had Their Way...'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2793846104558279554</id><published>2011-12-13T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:34:55.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="snowstorm.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1WsquzuDpHU/TuZ87Nstn-I/AAAAAAAABm8/-zIo_XtzK_Y/s1600-h/you%252520are%252520a%252520memory%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="you are a memory" style="border-right: 0px none; border-width: 0px; border-style: none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 443px; height: 330px;" alt="you are a memory" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Qq-0MyXZZzI/TuZ87lNwwrI/AAAAAAAABnE/hs_XVCzOsP8/you%252520are%252520a%252520memory_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2793846104558279554?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2793846104558279554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2793846104558279554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2793846104558279554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2793846104558279554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-Qq-0MyXZZzI/TuZ87lNwwrI/AAAAAAAABnE/hs_XVCzOsP8/s72-c/you%252520are%252520a%252520memory_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-4073273629447979065</id><published>2011-12-12T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:54:00.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME …</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.   &lt;br /&gt;Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring.    &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.    &lt;br /&gt;We should've known…...    &lt;br /&gt;ONLY women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4073273629447979065?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4073273629447979065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4073273629447979065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4073273629447979065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4073273629447979065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-this-at-christmas-time.html' title='REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME …'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-677326150265531238</id><published>2011-12-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:48:20.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZY6eAA34TM/TuNwmm6qSAI/AAAAAAAABm0/b2itzonlf7I/s1600/388276_10150404887247186_61271637185_8965577_1152742214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 477px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZY6eAA34TM/TuNwmm6qSAI/AAAAAAAABm0/b2itzonlf7I/s400/388276_10150404887247186_61271637185_8965577_1152742214_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684510963255625730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If the reindeer were on face book it might look something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-677326150265531238?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/677326150265531238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=677326150265531238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/677326150265531238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/677326150265531238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/reindeer.html' title='Reindeer'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZY6eAA34TM/TuNwmm6qSAI/AAAAAAAABm0/b2itzonlf7I/s72-c/388276_10150404887247186_61271637185_8965577_1152742214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-992157674164875027</id><published>2011-12-09T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:23:09.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Do you already have your Christmas tree up? If so when did you put it up? If not when &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; you put it up?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not putting one up this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Do you have any particular theme when it comes to decorating your tree? Maybe you do all Disney ornaments? Only blue lights?  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to do a new theme every year. One year I used all Red lights, put a Santa face on the top, a black felt hand made belt around the middle, red felt mittens, one on each side and black boots under the tree. It was so cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  What is your all time favorite ornament? Only one.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They are all favorites to me!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. How many stockings do you hang and are any of them for pets? And...where do you hang them?  (Not everyone has a fireplace)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I no longer do this but used to hang them on the open stairway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  Tell us about one of your Christmas traditions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Watch The Christmas Story marathon on TV. A group of us used to get together and bake tons of Christmas cookies. We had fun and had cookies to give to everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-992157674164875027?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/992157674164875027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=992157674164875027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/992157674164875027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/992157674164875027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-on-friday.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6877409527741034106</id><published>2011-12-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:51:00.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to Spammers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;I'm currently working on technology that will intercept  &lt;br /&gt;spam, bounce it to the originating server, and electrocute the spammer using his keyboard and mouse. Until my work is finished, I have a couple simple requests.   &lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further, let me make one comment. A penis cannot be enlarged by three inches. Can't we make a more believable claim? Let's say a half inch, or an inch max. Thanks - a little reality goes a long way here.   &lt;br /&gt;Clearly, spam cannot be eliminated. (This is why I'm   &lt;br /&gt;working on my invention.) But there's clearly an unnecessary amount of redundancy in the e-mail.   &lt;br /&gt;I really feel that lot of the clutter could be eliminated   &lt;br /&gt;with some simple consolidation. Look at industry. As   &lt;br /&gt;start-ups become successful in their niche, they are bought by larger companies. These larger companies incorporate the technology and services into their product line. Everybody wins. The users can now get everything they need from one source, and sales and support are given by the same company.   &lt;br /&gt;I think that's an excellent model for the spam industry as well. Instead of the scores of spam that clutter my inbox each morning, I envision a single spam which reads something like this:   &lt;br /&gt;-----------   &lt;br /&gt;Refinance with us! We've been in the mortgage business for six months and guarantee you the lowest rates (unless someone else's are lower). Call our toll-free number and speak with one of our friendly, professional loan officers today.   &lt;br /&gt;When you refinance with us, you'll receive the following benefits:   &lt;br /&gt;* A year's supply of Viagra   &lt;br /&gt;* Penis growth kit/pill/device - grow your member an inch!   &lt;br /&gt;* Norton SystemWorks - includes AntiVirus!   &lt;br /&gt;But wait. That's not all. You also get a free pass to   &lt;br /&gt;porn sites! View all the hot XXX action you can stand.   &lt;br /&gt;Now how much would you pay?   &lt;br /&gt;----------   &lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that a better idea? You spammers don't have to send a different e-mail for every product, and we victims don't need to wade through all those useless e-mails. Once again, everybody wins. I'd put this into action right away. Because I'm *this* close to perfecting my Spammer Electrocution technology.   &lt;br /&gt;You may not have another chance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;(ironically this is from an email) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6877409527741034106?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6877409527741034106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6877409527741034106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6877409527741034106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6877409527741034106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-letter-to-spammers.html' title='Open Letter to Spammers.'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3926564486294169079</id><published>2011-12-07T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:33:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Harbor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On Dec. 7, 1941, while negotiations were going on with Japanese representatives in Washington, Japanese carrier-based planes swept in without warning over Oahu and attacked (7:55 AM local time) the bulk of the U.S. Pacific fleet, moored in Pearl Harbor. Nineteen naval vessels, including eight battleships, were sunk or severely damaged; 188 U.S. aircraft were destroyed. Military casualties were 2,280 killed and 1,109 wounded; 68 civilians also died. On Dec. 8, the United States declared war on Japan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon there will be no more survivors of the attack on Pearl Harbor. It is up to all of us to remember that day. We have to remember the horrors of war in hopes that someday the wars will be gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3926564486294169079?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3926564486294169079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3926564486294169079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3926564486294169079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3926564486294169079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/pearl-harbor-day.html' title='Pearl Harbor Day'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6786103875574089087</id><published>2011-12-06T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T02:05:00.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do kids write thank you notes anymore or was there a law passed that outlaws them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why does only one side of my nose get stuffy and I have to turn on my other side to clear it and then the other..well you know what I’m talking about right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What would Princess Diana look like today?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Does everyone wear clean underwear when they travel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bluetooth? why why why? I kept seeing all these people walking around with tagged ears, I though aliens had banded them, then I found out they are blue tooth devices.. again why why why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If my gut tells me something isn’t right why don’t i listen?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do I flip my pillow over when I wake up in the middle of the night? Do you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why I ended up alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is there anything you wonder about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6786103875574089087?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6786103875574089087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6786103875574089087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6786103875574089087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6786103875574089087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8759093395232615094</id><published>2011-12-05T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:59:00.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Dp0fR3h_c/Ttw0QWWGfuI/AAAAAAAABmo/VezYnv3f7iQ/s1600/mistletoeberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Dp0fR3h_c/Ttw0QWWGfuI/AAAAAAAABmo/VezYnv3f7iQ/s400/mistletoeberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474285315555042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The holidays are upon us--or perhaps I should say that we are currently knee deep in mistletoe, dreidels, and with all of the eggnog-inspired haze, it's probably a good time to remember the true reason for the season.  &lt;br /&gt;But don't expect me to define that reason here.   &lt;br /&gt;While some traditionalists (myself included) will most certainly point to the obvious--that this is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ--mercantilism will undoubtedly pursue a more commercial vision. I won't bother venturing my own opinion, which is as valuable as the morals espoused in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, Frosty The Snowman, and It's a Wonderful Life. I will, however, offer this one suggestion. During this season of commerce, worship, and celebration, one would be well served to at least take at least a little time to reflect on the dichotomy of the idea of the western Christmas season versus the spirit of the celebration of Christ's birth as taught in most other Christian traditions. And don't get me started on Black Friday, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Boxing Day. Once they get their own stop-action animated holiday specials, they'll be eligible for consideration as legitimate.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8759093395232615094?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8759093395232615094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8759093395232615094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8759093395232615094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8759093395232615094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='“Tis the Season'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Dp0fR3h_c/Ttw0QWWGfuI/AAAAAAAABmo/VezYnv3f7iQ/s72-c/mistletoeberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-7564409582465516576</id><published>2011-12-03T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T19:26:06.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe id="dit-video-embed" src="http://static.discoverymedia.com/videos/components/tlc/e56f04bb892a071ff47cf013610efb211f80ef68/snag-it-player.html?auto=no" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a preview of a new series on TLC. Bottom of the Barrel? A new low? Or interesting topic? I know what I think. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7564409582465516576?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7564409582465516576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7564409582465516576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7564409582465516576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7564409582465516576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5000851448158582480</id><published>2011-12-02T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:40:00.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  Where is the furthest you have traveled for Christmas and will you be traveling this year?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a homebody for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Do you celebrate any other holiday this month? Kwanza? Chanukah? Festivus?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Does New Year's Eve count!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Who is the hardest person to shop for on your Christmas list and why do you think they are so hard to buy for?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I no longer shop I give money let them shop they know what they like and want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? Extra credit if you have a picture of you with Santa!  Stop believing? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Never. I will always believe in the magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Fill in the blank;   For me Christmas just wouldn't be the same without _______? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5000851448158582480?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5000851448158582480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5000851448158582480&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5000851448158582480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5000851448158582480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-880628014074176130</id><published>2011-12-01T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:44:00.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IPTqLWrxg4/Ttbt6wdGyxI/AAAAAAAABmc/E-WvoM8gSHI/s1600/joe1948%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IPTqLWrxg4/Ttbt6wdGyxI/AAAAAAAABmc/E-WvoM8gSHI/s400/joe1948%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680989573669636882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday to my favorite brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pq0XxzhZ6hM" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-880628014074176130?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/880628014074176130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=880628014074176130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/880628014074176130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/880628014074176130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-joe.html' title='Happy Birthday Joe'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IPTqLWrxg4/Ttbt6wdGyxI/AAAAAAAABmc/E-WvoM8gSHI/s72-c/joe1948%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8191700263951242123</id><published>2011-11-30T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:49:00.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More annoying things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. When people don't RSVP to an event. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;2. People who will write something borderline mean, but then follow it up with a smiley face :)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. People who refer to themselves in the third person.     &lt;br /&gt;4. People who leave their children in their cars while they run into the store.      &lt;br /&gt;5. People who snap their gum.      &lt;br /&gt;6. Caps Lock in text or in email, when PEOPLE SHOUT.      &lt;br /&gt;7. Girls who wear way too much make up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. People who spell "you're" as "your." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;9. People who don't cash checks you give them in a timely manner. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. When you first meet someone and can't remember the person's name by the end of the conversation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Guys who wear wifebeaters (and nothing else for a shirt) in public. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. When the toilet paper roll is backwards. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. When the cashier gives you the change with the coins on top of the bills and for a moment you look twist your arm around trying to get  a large wad of cash into your car window with out dropping it. (McDonald’s are you listening?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. How commercials are so much louder than the TV shows.     &lt;br /&gt;15. People who don't want to learn anything new because they know it all. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8191700263951242123?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8191700263951242123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8191700263951242123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8191700263951242123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8191700263951242123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-annoying-things.html' title='More annoying things'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-1586589687109160639</id><published>2011-11-29T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:29:00.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEG CRAMPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The worst way to be awakened is by the excruciating pain of a leg cramp. Actually, I suppose that the absolute worst way to be awakened is by someone yelling “Fire!” Yep, that would be worse than a cramp!!!Last night as I was laying in bed sound asleep I was suddenly awake at 2:00 by the worst leg cramp ever!!! To stop the cramp, I tried to flex my foot toward my knee, stretching the calf muscle, thereby stopping the cramp with very little soreness afterward at least for a moment. Then it was back again so I flexed my foot toward my knee again, nothing happened, the painful cramp continued. I increased the pressure to stretch the muscle. The excruciating pain in my calf moved to the front of my leg. I actually felt it move. The pain extended from just below my knee to the tips of my toes. My toes were bent backwards at an unnatural angle. When I tried to ease the pressure, I found my leg, ankle and toes were locked! Oh, the pain! As I lay in bed groaning and massaging my poor leg, a thought crossed my mind. “My gosh! What if my leg and foot remains locked in this position!!! I will have to buy elf shoes!!” Finally, after about 15 minutes of groaning and in pain, my leg relaxed, and I am now able to hobble around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-1586589687109160639?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1586589687109160639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=1586589687109160639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1586589687109160639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1586589687109160639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/leg-cramps.html' title='LEG CRAMPS'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3771479265881814848</id><published>2011-11-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:51:00.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glInevqLDMQ/TtK_abBCyQI/AAAAAAAABl0/iXl4R0JH9Uo/s1600/cactusb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glInevqLDMQ/TtK_abBCyQI/AAAAAAAABl0/iXl4R0JH9Uo/s400/cactusb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679812540717254914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YImxICjTOUE/TtK_Z1SyRkI/AAAAAAAABlo/HsI3nV_UpF4/s1600/cactusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YImxICjTOUE/TtK_Z1SyRkI/AAAAAAAABlo/HsI3nV_UpF4/s400/cactusa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679812530591123010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1KEvf4H_wU/TtK_ZpJRHSI/AAAAAAAABlc/l9ijgG_0088/s1600/cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1KEvf4H_wU/TtK_ZpJRHSI/AAAAAAAABlc/l9ijgG_0088/s400/cactus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679812527329975586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjoaD42QL8Y/TtK_aQFGTFI/AAAAAAAABmA/wS7n53pOfZc/s1600/maa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjoaD42QL8Y/TtK_aQFGTFI/AAAAAAAABmA/wS7n53pOfZc/s400/maa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679812537781472338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems my Christmas Cactus is mixed up. It is early by about a month.  It is loaded with blooms and is a very pretty salmon pink color.  And a picture of our girl Morgan, it was taken with my phone and is sorta fuzzy but she is still cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3771479265881814848?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3771479265881814848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3771479265881814848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3771479265881814848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3771479265881814848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/pictures-on-monday.html' title='Pictures on Monday'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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/-glInevqLDMQ/TtK_abBCyQI/AAAAAAAABl0/iXl4R0JH9Uo/s72-c/cactusb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-6643821781994850360</id><published>2011-11-26T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T01:20:00.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: when you want to show you care, but not enough to buy a real present. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: just as good as cash, but not. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: what better way to show someone you &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;think about&lt;/strike&gt; know they exist. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: when you don't know someone enough to get them a gift card for a store you know that they like, get them one for a store you know they'll end up in. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: it's like getting cash that can only be used in one place until it expires. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: because unlike real money, you'll keep forgetting this in a drawer when you go to the store. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Walmart gift cards: when only the best is too expensive.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6643821781994850360?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6643821781994850360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6643821781994850360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6643821781994850360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6643821781994850360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift-cards.html' title='Gift Cards'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2961437475510687776</id><published>2011-11-25T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:25:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 favorite girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03-cAoCuq1E/TtAHSz8DtCI/AAAAAAAABlA/AcEzD8ssur4/s1600/beccamorgan%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03-cAoCuq1E/TtAHSz8DtCI/AAAAAAAABlA/AcEzD8ssur4/s400/beccamorgan%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679047149875344418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iIYeDWrXMU/TtAHSy9m8RI/AAAAAAAABk4/D0o-TrP-Qjc/s1600/beccamorgankate%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iIYeDWrXMU/TtAHSy9m8RI/AAAAAAAABk4/D0o-TrP-Qjc/s400/beccamorgankate%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679047149613412626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60Mpwd4eWqM/TtAHS3IwhzI/AAAAAAAABlQ/1tJnoZfJMIs/s1600/beccamorgan2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60Mpwd4eWqM/TtAHS3IwhzI/AAAAAAAABlQ/1tJnoZfJMIs/s400/beccamorgan2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679047150733920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Morgan, Becca and Kate Thanksgiving Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2961437475510687776?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2961437475510687776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2961437475510687776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2961437475510687776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2961437475510687776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-3-favorite-girls.html' title='My 3 favorite girls'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03-cAoCuq1E/TtAHSz8DtCI/AAAAAAAABlA/AcEzD8ssur4/s72-c/beccamorgan%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8193329579156363205</id><published>2011-11-24T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:13:00.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4ieqqahkAXc/TswsmfPSdgI/AAAAAAAABjM/OBTnw_H5wl4/s1600-h/katie1%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="katie1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="katie1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wHhW82yhr00/Tswsmt7JlBI/AAAAAAAABjU/mAbRPdcmbfs/katie1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2aiG8Enhw8k/Tswsm0FSClI/AAAAAAAABjc/B-FICXIcmwc/s1600-h/Kate%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Kate" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="Kate" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LWW0zF1Efa0/TswsnBv5xYI/AAAAAAAABjk/eKdOz2eT-J8/Kate_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5xKpViC1v0U/TswsnXBs4tI/AAAAAAAABjs/5Bz-86DEyC8/s1600-h/kates_sunburn%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="kates_sunburn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" alt="kates_sunburn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-M7afHoKu1M0/TswsngDiJkI/AAAAAAAABj0/JTIG1UXeu04/kates_sunburn_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rPaa7G5CHbY/Tswsn5s2_uI/AAAAAAAABj8/7V_-lSa1TlY/s1600-h/psn00016%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="psn00016" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="psn00016" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MnJopoXc-aQ/TswsoCVzA9I/AAAAAAAABkE/egzMPxNzlsk/psn00016_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-31Mgy1T0h5M/TswsoROv-7I/AAAAAAAABkM/le1jX0e1wLI/s1600-h/kateyellow%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="kateyellow" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" alt="kateyellow" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-v-uuqk5aWv4/TswsoluQlRI/AAAAAAAABkU/Nw60V_fo62w/kateyellow_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xwLP-Zw9cf0/TswspF-bfmI/AAAAAAAABkc/tyLQ81M8I5I/s1600-h/Katie%252520green%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Katie green" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="Katie green" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yc5v3zsYXoE/Tswspbgwv1I/AAAAAAAABkk/2Vn3G4BwvFE/Katie%252520green_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="216" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To my grown up Sweet baby girl Katie, it has been fun watching you grow into such a beautiful woman. I am so proud of you. ( You are my favorite shhhh don’t tell the others it is our secret. ) Happy 22nd birthday Katherine Elizabeth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8193329579156363205?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8193329579156363205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8193329579156363205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8193329579156363205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8193329579156363205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-katie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh4.ggpht.com/-wHhW82yhr00/Tswsmt7JlBI/AAAAAAAABjU/mAbRPdcmbfs/s72-c/katie1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-7667076761744582226</id><published>2011-11-24T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:05:01.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NoNP_QZIUWA/TswpEt_y9KI/AAAAAAAABi8/yOSczgYt4VI/s1600-h/tks%25255B4%25255D%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="tks[4]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="tks[4]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LKzdXxWiziA/TswpFPHoUiI/AAAAAAAABjE/tChdftRasig/tks%25255B4%25255D_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="416" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7667076761744582226?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7667076761744582226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7667076761744582226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7667076761744582226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7667076761744582226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-LKzdXxWiziA/TswpFPHoUiI/AAAAAAAABjE/tChdftRasig/s72-c/tks%25255B4%25255D_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-6031111357021901677</id><published>2011-11-23T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T03:24:00.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darnest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got this in an email today and I thought it was cute enough to share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(written by kids)&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Alan , age 10&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Kristen , age 10&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?    &lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Camille , age 10   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?    &lt;br /&gt;You might have to guess, b ased on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Derrick , age 8   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?    &lt;br /&gt;Both don't want any more kids.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Lori , age 8   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?    &lt;br /&gt;Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Lynnette , age 8 (isn't she a treasure)    &lt;br /&gt;On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Martin , age 10   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THATWAS TURNING SOUR?    &lt;br /&gt;I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Craig , age 9   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?    &lt;br /&gt;When they're rich.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Pam , age 7   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.    &lt;br /&gt;- - Curt , age 7   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Howard , age 8   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?    &lt;br /&gt;It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Anita , age 9 (bless you child)   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?    &lt;br /&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?    &lt;br /&gt;-- Kelvin, age 8 ( just LOVE this one) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........    &lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?    &lt;br /&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.    &lt;br /&gt;-- Ricky , age 10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6031111357021901677?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6031111357021901677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6031111357021901677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6031111357021901677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6031111357021901677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnest things'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-798254700702146382</id><published>2011-11-22T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:16:00.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I thought about while my internet was down</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;I don’t  know what a ponzi scheme really is.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;And along those lines, am I the only one who sees the sick irony in the name Madoff? &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;Every time I see a Smart Car, I smile. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;It's never too late to get in the swing of things. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't sift flour.  Ever.  And I'm not sorry. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt;While we're at it, what is "figgie pudding" and do I really want someone to bring it to me? &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the Christmas music on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What exactly is the swing of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I just noticed that my vitamins are for people over 50.  But I'm going to keep taking them because my mother always told me I was advanced.    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If everything has a purpose, then what purpose does dust have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't like the word stimulus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I wish the AARP would leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      I am going to try to spend less time on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-798254700702146382?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/798254700702146382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=798254700702146382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/798254700702146382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/798254700702146382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-thought-about-while-my.html' title='Things I thought about while my internet was down'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4423846599947199669</id><published>2011-11-21T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T04:32:33.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My new favorite show is A &amp;amp; E’s Storage Wars. The concept of the show is that the person renting  the storage locker fails to pay their fees and then the storage facility sells the locker to the highest bidder. Very dramatically they cut the padlock and open the door.  The bidders then have 5 minutes, with out entering the locker,  to look inside, and with out touching or opening anything they make the decision to bid or not bid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This show follows four basic bidders, Dave Hester  (Yuuuup), Darrel Sheets (wearing his usual wife beater), Jerrod Schultz ( and his cute wife Brandi ) and lastly my favorite Barry Weiss.  Along with the auctioneer Dan Dotson and his wife Laura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As crazy as it sounds,  a San Jose man looked through the contents of a storage locker he bought from Dan and Laura Dotson,  he was shocked to discover a chest filled with 1,700 gold doubloons valued at $500,000.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The unit's previous lessee was an elderly woman who passed away earlier this year. Payments lapsed after her death and the storage facility turned to the Dotson's company, American Auctioneers, to handle the sale of the items left inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The lucky treasure hunter has declined to identify himself publicly. "I called the buyer, and the buyer wanted nothing to do with [publicity]," Dan Dotson said. "I talked with the manager of the storage unit and asked, 'Can I mention you,' and he said no. So I would like to share, but it would absolutely cost me an account."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;According to some reports the buyer got the unit for $1100. He also bought another unit owned by the same person for $600. So since he got both units I am thinking it was Dave. (I hope it was Barry.) Unfortunately, this one wasn't caught on tape.  This show is on A &amp;amp; E on Tuesday nights. If you like Antiques Roadshow you just might get hooked on this show too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4423846599947199669?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4423846599947199669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4423846599947199669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4423846599947199669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4423846599947199669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5074818967923507536</id><published>2011-11-20T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:39:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sugar with Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAoRfNjDB9U/TslzejBKxTI/AAAAAAAABik/xEWhmmFHvuA/s1600/morgan11%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAoRfNjDB9U/TslzejBKxTI/AAAAAAAABik/xEWhmmFHvuA/s400/morgan11%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195773910631730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYcQvCvRsc0/TslzemZo44I/AAAAAAAABic/WEocDZ5NVsQ/s1600/dogfoodmorgan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYcQvCvRsc0/TslzemZo44I/AAAAAAAABic/WEocDZ5NVsQ/s400/dogfoodmorgan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195774818575234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7435ZAbfCs/Tslze1imMDI/AAAAAAAABi0/rCQoL8QrQYg/s1600/dirtymorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7435ZAbfCs/Tslze1imMDI/AAAAAAAABi0/rCQoL8QrQYg/s400/dirtymorgan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677195778882678834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5074818967923507536?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5074818967923507536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5074818967923507536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5074818967923507536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5074818967923507536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-sugar-with-morgan.html' title='Sunday Sugar with Morgan'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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/-zAoRfNjDB9U/TslzejBKxTI/AAAAAAAABik/xEWhmmFHvuA/s72-c/morgan11%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-4726222427370441853</id><published>2011-11-18T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:49:05.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As a rule, I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a cranky person, I don’t even like cranky people, but some rules are made to be broken and today I am cranky. I’m having one of those days where nothing is going right, and I’m sure you have them too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My ‘cranks’ started when I got up Monday morning to no internet! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My internet has decided that it no longer wants to connect. It’s one of those dsl connections. Well it hasn’t worked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;since late Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;. It is something to do with what they call “an  issue.” You would think that Frontier could fix the problem in a reasonable time. HA! Now I get a message that my computer and modem are not communicating! No kidding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The service tech tells me I could try in order to resolve the problem; unplug USB from PC, unplug power cord from modem, unplug from power to the router, turn modem on, reboot PC, stand on one foot and whistle Dixie! And of course, it didn’t work! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is Friday day 5 of no dsl connection.&lt;/span&gt; They promised to have it fixed on Wednesday, and then they said Thursday for sure. Now they said I am scheduled for Friday. I am here to tell you tomorrow it best be repaired or heads may roll. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Contributing to my irritable frame of mind is when I reached for something in the kitchen cupboard and noticed that the skin on my hand looks like crepe paper…what’s up with that? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spending the past hour on the phone punching one for English, and two for non-existent customer service representatives, holding for eternity all while garbled music blasted my eardrums, certainly has not helped my mood. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m up to my ears in paperwork, computer woes and skin crinkling before my eyes! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I am cranky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4726222427370441853?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4726222427370441853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4726222427370441853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4726222427370441853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4726222427370441853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/cranky.html' title='Cranky'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-540683730239190102</id><published>2011-11-17T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:04:00.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You’d think Donald Trump could afford a better barber&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doddering and fool are in my thoughts a lot lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hershey’s Dark Chocolate Kisses still do it for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love being alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t want to make any one jealous but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t hate me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have several friends and family members facing real health issues.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also know quite a few people who have no real regard for their own health.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lastly, my dsl internet connection has been down since late Sunday night. It is now Wednesday evening and I am on here using a &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dial up&lt;/u&gt; connection. It is frustrating but so far I have not really came unglued….. yet…after all, tomorrow is another day and I make no promises after 3 full days with no dsl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-540683730239190102?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/540683730239190102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=540683730239190102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/540683730239190102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/540683730239190102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3076756780812629955</id><published>2011-11-16T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T02:34:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old habits do die hard. By choice I am lazy. I hate cleaning. I enjoy sitting here in front of my computer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am going to add another habit to do.  I am going to have my sink cleaned out every night before bed. I just don't understand HOW it can get so messy when I do not cook every day! I swear there are ghosts in this house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My problem is, that I don’t see the mess until it becomes overwhelming. When that happens I do not want to touch it because it IS overwhelming. I wasn’t always this way. My room was clean when I was younger because I kept it that way. When I was married to my first husband I used to keep the house clean. That might be why I am the way I am now, or at least part of it. I HAD to iron the sheets on the bed, even t shirts and underwear had to be ironed! He would do a dust test. We lived in the country. There was dust! Glad I am not in that relationship anymore, in more ways than one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to break old habits and create new ones for my sake. I clean but I just move it around. I have to clean it up for good not just move it to another room or another pile. I keep hauling stuff out and yet it does not get smaller. Paper is a biggie for me. I need to go straight to the paper shredder with the mail. I also need to keep vigilant on shredding all the piles of paper I have created. Ok so I will add 2 new habits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New habits:  write blog, clean sink out every night, shred mail daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3076756780812629955?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3076756780812629955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3076756780812629955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3076756780812629955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3076756780812629955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-habits.html' title='Old Habits'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2883323841832778034</id><published>2011-11-14T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:36:00.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The nights are definitely getting colder........more frost........a little lower temps for day time highs......and some snow falling from the sky........all signs that winter is getting a little closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2883323841832778034?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2883323841832778034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2883323841832778034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2883323841832778034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2883323841832778034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-getting-closer.html' title='It&apos;s getting closer'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8250335474134433857</id><published>2011-11-11T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:09:00.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11-11-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GwHJyKxldPo/TrwFPXSzQLI/AAAAAAAABh8/FHbbC54vbSE/s1600-h/memorial-day-veterans-day%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="memorial-day-veterans-day" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="memorial-day-veterans-day" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D46oVSHS1vc/TrwFPiUa1II/AAAAAAAABiE/Jvh327JVlyQ/memorial-day-veterans-day_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="303" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;It’s Veteran’s Day and I wish to add my tribute to all who have fought for our country. These soldiers and sailors and marines and air force men and women have earned our respect and gratitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8250335474134433857?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8250335474134433857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8250335474134433857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8250335474134433857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8250335474134433857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11.html' title='11-11-11'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-D46oVSHS1vc/TrwFPiUa1II/AAAAAAAABiE/Jvh327JVlyQ/s72-c/memorial-day-veterans-day_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-7284357106832928457</id><published>2011-11-10T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:16:00.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I said before, I never repeat myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People grow and change, over time they become different people. Some habits stay the same, some change. In older people this is most visible just after retirement. They don't know what to do with themselves, they lose their drive. Some lose their self-worth. If everything is wrapped up in a job for 40+ years and then it is gone, change is inevitable. Sudden change is even acceptable. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accepting where I am right now.     &lt;br /&gt;Accepting to me used to mean - giving up, giving in, or saying, "What's the use?"     &lt;br /&gt;Accepting means to me today, I am happy and satisfied with what I am, what I have and living now in the present. What a change. A word that had such a negative connotation to being a word that is positive and fulfilling.     &lt;br /&gt;If I can accept - and not crave or desire for what ought to be, I am a much happier person. I don't compare, judge, evaluate, or wish for something different.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7284357106832928457?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7284357106832928457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7284357106832928457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7284357106832928457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7284357106832928457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-i-said-before-i-never-repeat-myself.html' title='As I said before, I never repeat myself.'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2274873569184182054</id><published>2011-11-09T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:48:00.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirror Mirror on the Wall   &lt;br /&gt;I guess I am my mother, after all!!!    &lt;br /&gt;I came to that realization last evening as I found my self storing things under the guest room bed!! In my defense, it was not yarn (yet), clothes, or shoes. Just some miscellaneous items&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2274873569184182054?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2274873569184182054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2274873569184182054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2274873569184182054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2274873569184182054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror Mirror'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-7180624351094148530</id><published>2011-11-08T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:27:00.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleeping in.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Making home made bread.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A great cup of coffee.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Reading a really good book.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Being smoke free.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Friends calling.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A clean house.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fresh sheets.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;New socks&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;That I am still alive, nothing is broken, and I am not in jail. :)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7180624351094148530?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7180624351094148530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7180624351094148530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7180624351094148530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7180624351094148530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-7932275392564557465</id><published>2011-11-07T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:23:00.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trust me.  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right. Whenever anyone says that to me I want run the other way. And I bet most of you do too. It is a fact of life that trust is something precious to all of us and affects us in almost all aspects of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trust is a big topic because it is so universal. Whom do you trust? I trusted my husband implicitly and was  betrayed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We trust the dentist to make sure we are numb before he fixes our cavities, we trust the doctor to make a diagnosis to make us well. We trust that our food is safe, we trust the mechanic who works on our car. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have to trust whether we want to or not. I can’t go thru my life worrying about getting screwed over all the time.  It is also important that we are trust worthy. and that we teach our children the value and meaning of trust. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7932275392564557465?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7932275392564557465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7932275392564557465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7932275392564557465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7932275392564557465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-7746379744360936924</id><published>2011-11-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:33:30.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jL2GVSB2X8w/TrbEyPi8AnI/AAAAAAAABh0/_e1wPowvF-4/s1600/morgancheerios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jL2GVSB2X8w/TrbEyPi8AnI/AAAAAAAABh0/_e1wPowvF-4/s400/morgancheerios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671937148165292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-7746379744360936924?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7746379744360936924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=7746379744360936924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7746379744360936924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/7746379744360936924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-sugar.html' title='Sunday Sugar'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jL2GVSB2X8w/TrbEyPi8AnI/AAAAAAAABh0/_e1wPowvF-4/s72-c/morgancheerios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-855578137169418635</id><published>2011-11-04T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:27:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Oh.... Yes there is!  &lt;br /&gt;It is time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper?   &lt;br /&gt;Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?   &lt;br /&gt;Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.   &lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.   &lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a Chinese-made flat-screen TV? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.   &lt;br /&gt;There are a gazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.   &lt;br /&gt;How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?   &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.   &lt;br /&gt;My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.   &lt;br /&gt;OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.   &lt;br /&gt;Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre.   &lt;br /&gt;Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.   &lt;br /&gt;Give the kids gift certificates to the movies, the local laser tag facility, the roller rink, fast food joints, THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!   &lt;br /&gt;Honestly people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.   &lt;br /&gt;You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US (We the People), encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we could not imagine.   &lt;br /&gt;Think like an AMERICAN,,,,or a CANADIAN,,,,or an AUSSIE this year! We're all in the same boat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think this makes so much sense. (from an email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-855578137169418635?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/855578137169418635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=855578137169418635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/855578137169418635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/855578137169418635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-2011-birth-of-new-tradition.html' title='Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8262774792602159366</id><published>2011-11-03T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:48:00.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest antics of the Kardashian clan is being passed off as “news” Well, once again, they are in the '”news.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They are making headlines over Kim’s failed “marriage.” I say, anyone who thought this farce of a marriage between Kim and her latest boy toy would last forever, all I can say, either you are either a hopeless romantic or really stupid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Exactly why is this “news?” I think the only remotely surprising thing about this is that it lasted a full 72 days. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim is being paid big bucks to make a spectacle of her self in public. According to some reports that this wedding costs around $20 million USD. Not one cent came from either them or their families. And indeed they may have even made a few bucks out of it for themselves.  I guess it beats working at a real job since she has no real talent.  She gets to travel, party, remove her clothes and money magically appears in her checking account. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My problem is the supposedly smart people who are making these decisions to pay for this insanity. Can any one explain to me how anyone can flush down $20 million USD for a fake wedding?  How much money is wasted each year by our trash TV CEO’s on this garbage?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, I know, there are CEO’s out there drawing huge salaries while 9% of population is looking for work. But they are at least doing productive work for the money and that work benefits many many people.  We are getting value for their salaries.  From this trash TV family we are getting nothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyone agree with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8262774792602159366?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8262774792602159366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8262774792602159366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8262774792602159366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8262774792602159366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/kim.html' title='Kim'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-8186451846776430886</id><published>2011-11-02T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:12:32.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1-Day Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8asvxFMROd8/TrFBeMK9d5I/AAAAAAAABhg/HzZ9BKD8ZXs/s1600-h/ATT00001%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ATT00001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="ATT00001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RRfMyE8umBU/TrFBeej09ZI/AAAAAAAABho/qCoQ4_7cI1E/ATT00001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="244" border="0" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So after landing my new job as a Wal*Mart greeter, a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than one day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About two hours into my first day on the job, A very loud, unattractive, mean acting woman walked into the store with here two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I said pleasantly. “Good Morning and welcome to Wal*Mart.  Nice children you have are they twins?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The ugly woman stopped yelling at the children long enough to say “ Hell no, they ain’t twins. The oldest is 9, and the other one is 7.  Why the hell would you think they are twins? Are you blind or stupid?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; So I replied, “ I’m neither blind nor stupid.  Ma’am I just couldn’t believe someone slept with you twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal*Mart.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Supervisor said I probably wasn’t cut out for the is line of work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(from an email)  I love Maxine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8186451846776430886?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8186451846776430886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8186451846776430886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8186451846776430886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8186451846776430886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-1-day-employment.html' title='My 1-Day Employment'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh3.ggpht.com/-RRfMyE8umBU/TrFBeej09ZI/AAAAAAAABho/qCoQ4_7cI1E/s72-c/ATT00001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8343392662980208139</id><published>2011-11-01T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:57:01.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are those great issues of global warming and poverty but then again I have questions on things that are simple...that are possibly easier to answer. Here are some of the things I wonder about....   &lt;br /&gt;1. When someone falls down, why do people ask, "Did you hurt yourself?" Of course, they hurt themselves. They FELL down!    &lt;br /&gt;2. In the phrase "To be or not to be, that is the question"....to be what? A frog? A cookie? A human being?    &lt;br /&gt;3. Why is a salt shaker called a shaker and not a sprinkler?    &lt;br /&gt;4. Who thought of the name, "hot dog"? It bears no resemblance to a dog.    &lt;br /&gt;5. Why do waiters and waitresses come to your table every 5 minutes to ask if everything is okay? I think it's a bit overkill if you ask me. If they are that curious, they may as well pull up a chair and join me. I'll give them the play by play detail.    &lt;br /&gt;6. Why do dogs lick themselves?    &lt;br /&gt;7. Why DO they call those hot wings, buffalo wings?    &lt;br /&gt;8. Why do the NFL players get paid so much money to throw a ball around?    &lt;br /&gt;9. When I was a kid, my mom used to warn me to stop being hardheaded. What exactly is the difference between a hard head and a soft head?    &lt;br /&gt;10. Why do people complain that sloppy joes are so messy?    &lt;br /&gt;11. Why does Walmart hire non-English speaking employees? If I get asked one more time if I speak English and where the sugar is, I'm going to ask to be put on their payroll.    &lt;br /&gt;12. Why do older people wear such loud smelling perfume?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8343392662980208139?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8343392662980208139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8343392662980208139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8343392662980208139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8343392662980208139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4494265149497263612</id><published>2011-10-31T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:57:00.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are too old to trick or treat when…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. You keep knocking on your own door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. You remove your false teeth to change your appearance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. You ask for soft high fiber candy only.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.  When someone drops candy in your bag you lose your balance and fall over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  When people say “Great Mask” and you are not wearing one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  When the door opens and you yell “Trick or ???” and can’t remember the rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  At the end of the evening you have a bag full of restraining orders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  You have to choose a costume that does not dislodge your hair piece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  You’re the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the number one reason Seniors should not go out Trick or Treating &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  You keep having to go home to pee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4494265149497263612?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4494265149497263612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4494265149497263612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4494265149497263612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4494265149497263612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-too-old-to-trick-or-treat-when.html' title='You are too old to trick or treat when…..'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-1254022110151792157</id><published>2011-10-29T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:51:45.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin's team wins the Championship!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsanCl1gojk/TqyPsRugzLI/AAAAAAAABhY/ZAJ8OCLGth4/s1600/arrow%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsanCl1gojk/TqyPsRugzLI/AAAAAAAABhY/ZAJ8OCLGth4/s400/arrow%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669064021788118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WAY to GO Chargers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNUdE2B9_aY/TqyPT9p_6fI/AAAAAAAABhA/-6Y9IgAqfkA/s1600/coltsa%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 711px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNUdE2B9_aY/TqyPT9p_6fI/AAAAAAAABhA/-6Y9IgAqfkA/s400/coltsa%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669063604083616242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEq4b142VaY/TqyPTaT5GlI/AAAAAAAABg0/9qA0hyvOQZI/s1600/colts%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 689px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEq4b142VaY/TqyPTaT5GlI/AAAAAAAABg0/9qA0hyvOQZI/s400/colts%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669063594595654226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGnt_IKWtqE/TqyPTZ4uOuI/AAAAAAAABgo/ZH-hYRg0zYs/s1600/colts%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PesyP2UE-vM/TqyPUE1NtcI/AAAAAAAABhI/WTJU6hF6UwM/s1600/coltsb%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 804px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PesyP2UE-vM/TqyPUE1NtcI/AAAAAAAABhI/WTJU6hF6UwM/s400/coltsb%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669063606009705922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And his biggest little fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbe66ZRtTyU/TqyPDekiZ4I/AAAAAAAABgc/TVVAJLnR2f4/s1600/arrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-1254022110151792157?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1254022110151792157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=1254022110151792157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1254022110151792157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1254022110151792157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/corbins-team-wins-championship.html' title='Corbin&apos;s team wins the Championship!!'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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/-tsanCl1gojk/TqyPsRugzLI/AAAAAAAABhY/ZAJ8OCLGth4/s72-c/arrow%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-4245443022184562934</id><published>2011-10-29T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:22:00.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Corbins Football game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfMRg7zJP7I/TqrWztqc1QI/AAAAAAAABgQ/SbcsW2fuszI/s1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfMRg7zJP7I/TqrWztqc1QI/AAAAAAAABgQ/SbcsW2fuszI/s400/football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668579264918508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4245443022184562934?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4245443022184562934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4245443022184562934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4245443022184562934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4245443022184562934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-corbins-football-game.html' title='At Corbins Football game'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfMRg7zJP7I/TqrWztqc1QI/AAAAAAAABgQ/SbcsW2fuszI/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-67383591694230021</id><published>2011-10-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:40:01.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do when hard times hit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Keep your spirits up.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Things will change they always do.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Count your blessings.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Be gentle with your self.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Pray, meditate, relax.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Stay in touch with family and friends.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Make your needs known.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ask for help.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Never ever give up.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-67383591694230021?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/67383591694230021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=67383591694230021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/67383591694230021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/67383591694230021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-to-do-when-hard-times-hit.html' title='Things to do when hard times hit.'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4208877127651372824</id><published>2011-10-27T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T01:21:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that bother me today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Walking into a spider web.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who don’t vote and then do nothing but complain about the results.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Drivers who don’t use their turn signals.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Web sites with horizontal scrolling.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Web sites with music, I leave immediately.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Telemarketers&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who let their dogs use my yard as their toilet.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who can’t wait to file a lawsuit to get rich quick. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When you bite into a jelly bean and it's a different flavor than what you thought it was. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who love to point out how wrong everyone else is while they are a walking train wreck &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When someone blows their nose in your presence and then proceeds to look at what just filled their tissue/handkerchief. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cashiers that want to bundle the receipt with my change. Hand me the money separately so I can put it in my pocket, and then hand me the receipt or place it in the bag. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who give their kids weird names &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;People who have no idea what "personal space" is. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Speed bumps&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4208877127651372824?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4208877127651372824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4208877127651372824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4208877127651372824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4208877127651372824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-bother-me-today.html' title='Things that bother me today.'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2943166998705773773</id><published>2011-10-26T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:57:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are actual billboards in Detroit , Michigan put up by GM.  They start off the Chrysler Freeway by the GMHQ - and branch out through Pontiac , Livonia and Plymouth ; west to Grand Rapids , and north as far as Sault Ste. Marie.  This is without a doubt the greatest campaign in automotive history. 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font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you remember Penmanship Class in school?  &lt;br /&gt;When the teachers would teach us cursive writing, how to combine the letters. I would practice for hours. Then later in Jr. High (yes, I had Jr. High, not middle school), we would all practice improving our cursive. Writing our names in flowery cursive.   &lt;br /&gt;I used to write letters. Use stationary, unlined stationary at that!!   &lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't even read my own handwriting. Besides signing my name to the occasional card, I can't remember the last time I wrote a letter. I mean, actually wrote a letter by hand, not typed on the computer or emailed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5199302605095008515?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5199302605095008515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5199302605095008515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5199302605095008515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5199302605095008515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-blame-it-on-computers.html' title='I Blame It On Computers'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2691130739469959733</id><published>2011-10-24T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:48:00.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday with Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK5IF2Gvg5U/TqTD6D1L07I/AAAAAAAABYo/BL69bRx-Tb8/s1600/colts%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK5IF2Gvg5U/TqTD6D1L07I/AAAAAAAABYo/BL69bRx-Tb8/s400/colts%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666869633367135154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our cute little Colts fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-2691130739469959733?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2691130739469959733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=2691130739469959733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2691130739469959733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/2691130739469959733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-with-morgan.html' title='Monday with Morgan'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK5IF2Gvg5U/TqTD6D1L07I/AAAAAAAABYo/BL69bRx-Tb8/s72-c/colts%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-5626346602693918953</id><published>2011-10-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:58:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many states have you visited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never really looked at all the places that I  have lived and/or  visited. I knew I had been to a few different states and turns out I have visited more than I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So how many states have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALCACOFLGAILINIAKYLAMDMIMSNCOHPASCTNTXVAWVWI" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66"&gt;create your own personalized map of the USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5626346602693918953?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5626346602693918953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5626346602693918953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5626346602693918953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5626346602693918953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-many-states-have-you-visited.html' title='How many states have you visited?'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-643274079232234853</id><published>2011-10-21T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:01:00.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step-grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step-grandparents  enter into a family in one of two ways. You marry someone older when you are older and you get a huge package which includes stepchildren and step-grandchildren. Or, your biological child marries someone who has children from a previous relationship and voila, you get  step-grandchildren. Either way, I’ve talked with people in this situation and many times we are confused about their grandparent identity and/or their role. A lot of the time the responsibility falls on your shoulders to “keep a finger in the pie.” Let’s face it, you can still act like the typical grandparents—rile up the kids, have fun at their parents expense, and then send them home. What do your step-grandchildren call you? Is it OK to call you by your first name?  If their other  other biological grandparents are still around am I a Bonus or  an odd extension to the family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-643274079232234853?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/643274079232234853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=643274079232234853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/643274079232234853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/643274079232234853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-grandparents.html' title='Step-grandparents'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-4997116425757993999</id><published>2011-10-20T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:28:00.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning I was  quietly drinking my first cup of coffee, when I heard the announcer on TV say something about a 9 year old driving a van. WTH?  Well it seems a drunken man knew he was impaired and could not drive so at 3 am he put his 9 yr old daughter in a booster seat and let her drive.  They went to a gas station and the camera showed the van pull in and park. Inside the dad was actually bragging about it.  The video also shows the little girl getting in the drivers seat and pulling away.  A man called 911 and when the police pulled her over the girl wanted to know why they were stopping he as she was driving “good”.  The girl told officers her father had been drinking whiskey all night, took her out to drive, and then decided to stop at the station. The girl's parents are separated; she was with her father for the weekend. Shawn Weimer was charged with second-degree child abuse and fourth-degree child abuse, punishable by up to a year in jail. This happened in Michigan.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My question is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will a judge be impressed that he was not driving drunk and that he had the good sense to employ the use of a booster seat so that the child could see as she drove?  Will he take into consideration that it was 3:00 am and traffic was light?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-4997116425757993999?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/4997116425757993999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=4997116425757993999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4997116425757993999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/4997116425757993999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/designated.html' title='Designated'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6187597559156402019</id><published>2011-10-19T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T01:34:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Angry Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUkU3Bk4w2Y/Tp4bPDVXahI/AAAAAAAABYc/noXcXhGHgQI/s1600/morganangrybird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUkU3Bk4w2Y/Tp4bPDVXahI/AAAAAAAABYc/noXcXhGHgQI/s400/morganangrybird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664995326685571602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Morgan Adele  16 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6187597559156402019?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6187597559156402019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6187597559156402019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6187597559156402019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6187597559156402019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-angry-bird.html' title='Cute Angry Bird'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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/-FUkU3Bk4w2Y/Tp4bPDVXahI/AAAAAAAABYc/noXcXhGHgQI/s72-c/morganangrybird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-9154806223052861096</id><published>2011-10-18T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:21:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  Plans and schedules &lt;strong&gt;drive me insane. I am a fly by the seat of my pants type person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  I'm happy when things are&lt;strong&gt; calm.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  The last thing I drank was &lt;strong&gt;water. That is about all I drink, I hate to waste calories on liquids!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  One of the most valuable things in my life is &lt;strong&gt;my family. Duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 5.  I like &lt;strong&gt;veggies&lt;/strong&gt; on my pizza. &lt;strong&gt;The more the better!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  Dear October, &lt;strong&gt;I love you - you remind me to focus on all the beauty of nature.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.  And as for my week,  I am looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;veggie pizza and a movie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-9154806223052861096?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/9154806223052861096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=9154806223052861096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/9154806223052861096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/9154806223052861096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6316952220515917931</id><published>2011-10-17T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:41:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Feelgood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been watching bits and pieces of the trial of Conrad Murray. He is the doctor who worked for Michael Jackson and was being paid an insane amount of money. $150,000 per month.  It has opened up the very strange world of Michael Jackson and his hangers on. I would not trust any of them as far as I could throw them. Dr Murray was an enabler just like the doctors that surrounded Elvis, and Dr Murray was willing to supply MJ with his drugs but never attempted to deal with his addictions.  I wonder who made the decision for Dr Murray to become MJ’s personal physician. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. Conrad Murray’s defense, his only real defense against the charge of involuntary manslaughter of Michael Jackson, is a simple one. He says that Jackson in effect killed himself. That he was so hopelessly drug addicted that he pumped himself up with the fatal drug or combination of drugs that killed him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;None of the witnesses so far have covered themselves in glory. But it is the defendant Conrad Murray who is the star of the show even though he hasn’t  said a word.  If you think Michael Jackson looked strange, then you need to watch Conrad Murray . His face is completely expressionless and the eyes show no sense of emotion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The trial has not gone well for Conrad Murray. The prosecution is very efficient, while his defense team reminds me of The Keystone Cops, and seem completely out of their league. In my view, the prosecution team is making a very good case against Dr Murray and the details of the use of the drug Propofol are incredible, as the drug is normally only used as an anesthetic in surgical procedure, and must be closely monitored, not going off and calling one of your baby mama’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is MHO* that the Doctor will be found guilty.  But what about the addict?  Do his actions enter into this?  What do you think??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  * my humble opinion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6316952220515917931?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6316952220515917931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6316952220515917931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6316952220515917931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6316952220515917931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/dr-feelgood.html' title='Dr Feelgood'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-5850800505373158937</id><published>2011-10-14T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:52:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned on the internet today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. October is Squirrel Awareness Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Mr. Snuffleupagus's favorite foods are cabbage and spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. A 50 foot long bridge was stolen in Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.Ants never sleep in their whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. All of the clocks in the movie Pulp Fiction are stuck on 4:20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Most of the dust underneath your bed is actually your own dead skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers were all invented by women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Your fingernails grow faster in winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. In 21 U.S. states, WALMART is the single largest employer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. The 'L.L.' in L.L. Bean stands for 'Leon Leonwood'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-5850800505373158937?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5850800505373158937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=5850800505373158937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5850800505373158937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/5850800505373158937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-learned-on-internet-today.html' title='Things I learned on the internet today:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-1229150744868536339</id><published>2011-10-13T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:53:00.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has value and something to offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe this is true. It took me a very long time to "get" that I too have something to offer. I can offer encouragement to others. I can offer an ear to listen, I am a very good listener. I can offer a shoulder to cry on. And a swift kick in the ass when needed. And there is real beauty in that, I may not think what I have to say is interesting to any one but I am sure there is someone somewhere that will be interested and if I can help just one person this blog has value. I offer to be a bad example, I will be the face of a smoker, I will stop and tell your kids why I have this tube in my nose, and I will patiently answer their questions. From time to time when I am out and about little kids will watch me and point. I smile and say hello and tell them  it is from smoking. I see their eyes get big and I know it hits home with them. So you see even tho I am old and broken I can offer hope, hope that I can make a difference and that even if just one child remembers my face when he or she is tempted to smoke that first cigarette I have offered something of value.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(this is a repost of one of my first blog entries)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-1229150744868536339?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1229150744868536339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=1229150744868536339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1229150744868536339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/1229150744868536339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone-has-value-and-something-to.html' title='Everyone has value and something to offer'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-6858057801006217223</id><published>2011-10-12T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:11:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn on the Wabash River Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPsQrx5cHPw/TpT_vW0HQJI/AAAAAAAABYE/8Ts7-ZBmZaM/s1600/rivere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPsQrx5cHPw/TpT_vW0HQJI/AAAAAAAABYE/8Ts7-ZBmZaM/s400/rivere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662431820554649746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blv_pZ6qC6c/TpT_vgaggVI/AAAAAAAABYU/SZsZW1IGQfw/s1600/riverf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blv_pZ6qC6c/TpT_vgaggVI/AAAAAAAABYU/SZsZW1IGQfw/s400/riverf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662431823131607378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6R6ZdWuy68/TpT_UhdcuKI/AAAAAAAABXs/u22_vC4GRRk/s1600/riverc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQFfJ84bx5I/TpT_TOsqSKI/AAAAAAAABXI/CcumBXNXmLI/s400/river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662431337339570338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xw1r5U6bKc/TpT_U8EmLCI/AAAAAAAABX8/wkWZQAnRuhQ/s1600/riverd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xw1r5U6bKc/TpT_U8EmLCI/AAAAAAAABX8/wkWZQAnRuhQ/s400/riverd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662431366699428898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-6858057801006217223?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6858057801006217223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=6858057801006217223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6858057801006217223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/6858057801006217223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-on-wabash-river-part-ii.html' title='Autumn on the Wabash River Part II'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPsQrx5cHPw/TpT_vW0HQJI/AAAAAAAABYE/8Ts7-ZBmZaM/s72-c/rivere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8584076069378030629</id><published>2011-10-11T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:59:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEMENTIA QUIZ:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST QUESTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OU ARE A PARTICIPANT IN A RACE. YOU OVERTAKE THE SECOND PERSON. WHAT POSITION ARE YOU IN?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;ANSWER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU ANSWERED THAT YOU ARE FIRST,   &lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WRONG! IF YOU OVERTAKE THE SECOND PERSON AND YOU TAKE HIS PLACE, YOU ARE IN SECOND PLACE !    &lt;br /&gt;TRY TO DO BETTER NEXT TIME.    &lt;br /&gt;NOW ANSWER THE SECOND QUESTION,    &lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; DON'T  TAKE AS MUCH TIME &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;AS   &lt;br /&gt;YOU TOOK FOR THE FIRST QUESTION, OK?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECOND QUESTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;F YOU OVERTAKE THE LAST PERSON, THEN YOU ARE....?   &lt;br /&gt;(SCROLL  DOWN)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;ANSWER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU ANSWERED THAT YOU ARE SECOND TO LAST, THEN YOU ARE.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRONG AGAIN. TELL ME SUNSHINE, HOW CAN YOU OVERTAKE THE LAST PERSON??   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU'RE  NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS, ARE YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIRD QUESTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ERY TRICKY ARITHMETIC! NOTE:   &lt;br /&gt;THIS MUST BE DONE IN YOUR HEAD ONLY.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT USE PAPER AND PENCIL OR A CALCULATOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. TRY IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;TAKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1000 AND ADD 40 TO IT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW ADD ANOTHER 1000 NOW ADD 30. ADD ANOTHER 1000. NOW ADD 20 . NOW ADD ANOTHER 1000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;NOW ADD 10. WHAT IS THE TOTAL ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SCROLL DOWN FOR THE CORRECT ANSWER.....&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;DID YOU GET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;THE CORRECT ANSWER IS ACTUALLY 4100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IT, CHECK IT WITH A CALCULATOR !    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY IS DEFINITELY NOT YOUR DAY, IS IT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAYBE YOU'LL GET THE LAST QUESTION RIGHT....  MAYBE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;FOURTH QUESTION &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;MARY'S FATHER HAS FIVE DAUGHTERS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 NANA,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. NENE,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. NINI,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. NONO, AND ???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE FIFTH DAUGHTER?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;DID YOU ANSWER NUNU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; OF COURSE IT ISN'T. HER NAME IS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARY ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ THE QUESTION AGAIN !   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY, NOW THE BONUS ROUND,   &lt;br /&gt;I.E., A FINAL CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF :    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; MUTE PERSON GOES INTO A SHOP AND WANTS TO BUY A TOOTHBRUSH.   &lt;br /&gt;BY IMITATING THE ACTION OF BRUSHING HIS TEETH HE SUCCESSFULLY EXPRESSES HIMSELF TO THE SHOPKEEPER AND THE PURCHASE IS DONE.     &lt;br /&gt;NEXT, A BLIND MAN COMES INTO THE SHOP WHO WANTS TO BUY A PAIR OF SUNGLASSES; HOW DOES HE INDICATE WHAT HE WANTS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;IT'S REALLY VERY SIMPLE. HE OPENS HIS MOUTH AND ASKS FOR IT....    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOES YOUR EMPLOYER ACTUALLY PAY YOU TO THINK??   &lt;br /&gt;IF SO DO NOT LET THEM SEE YOUR ANSWERS FOR THIS TEST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(from an email)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8584076069378030629?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8584076069378030629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8584076069378030629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8584076069378030629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8584076069378030629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/dementia-quiz.html' title='DEMENTIA QUIZ:'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3381821405900944961</id><published>2011-10-10T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:03:00.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn on the Wabash River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-SI_sP0v4I/TpJFLSj1WLI/AAAAAAAABW4/tT4QzU9jGSo/s1600/eastb%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-SI_sP0v4I/TpJFLSj1WLI/AAAAAAAABW4/tT4QzU9jGSo/s400/eastb%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661663741821147314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-MfbAkL98k/TpJFK6Xxw-I/AAAAAAAABWw/iUm_oZJxDKM/s1600/easta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-MfbAkL98k/TpJFK6Xxw-I/AAAAAAAABWw/iUm_oZJxDKM/s400/easta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661663735328130018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGV0KRvcrsc/TpJFKUcZNII/AAAAAAAABWo/nT4OnBvs36M/s1600/east.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGV0KRvcrsc/TpJFKUcZNII/AAAAAAAABWo/nT4OnBvs36M/s400/east.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661663725146944642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50HclOFobfA/TpJFLmwvkoI/AAAAAAAABXA/tVvJ1Cl2-pQ/s1600/eastc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50HclOFobfA/TpJFLmwvkoI/AAAAAAAABXA/tVvJ1Cl2-pQ/s400/eastc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661663747244003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These pictures were taken on the east side of my house.  There is 1 huge old maple trees and 3 that are probably around 40 or so years old.  They have the most beautiful yellow gold leaves in the fall.  If you look really close you can see the river in the distance, click on the picture to see them larger. I love my view!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3381821405900944961?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3381821405900944961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3381821405900944961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3381821405900944961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3381821405900944961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-on-wabash-river.html' title='Autumn on the Wabash River'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-SI_sP0v4I/TpJFLSj1WLI/AAAAAAAABW4/tT4QzU9jGSo/s72-c/eastb%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-523833242287044203</id><published>2011-10-08T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:54:00.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Why do old men pull their pants all the way up to their waists? &lt;br /&gt;2. Why do we close our eyes when we laugh or sneeze?   &lt;br /&gt;3. Why do people put stuffed animals on the dashboard or backseat of their cars?   &lt;br /&gt;4. Why do men’s and women’s shirts have buttons on the opposite sides?   &lt;br /&gt;5. Why are tampon commercials so dang cheerful?   &lt;br /&gt;6. Why didn’t anyone share some Trix cereal with the Silly Rabbit?   &lt;br /&gt;7. Are baby carrots cut from regular sized carrots and shaped or are they carrots that never grew up?   &lt;br /&gt;8. Why starve a fever and feed a cold?   &lt;br /&gt;9. Why am I not supposed to cry over spilled milk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-523833242287044203?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/523833242287044203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=523833242287044203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/523833242287044203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/523833242287044203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-3222133364233073226</id><published>2011-10-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:13:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-No1JsoJ4ieU/To4oPdSHdUI/AAAAAAAABWc/TmWJiCjrcJA/s1600-h/2057889989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="205788998" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" alt="205788998" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5FUov239KGA/To4oPkm4KmI/AAAAAAAABWg/r-NuD8dMjbA/205788998_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="246" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Germs people, GERMS!!  I need to address this again. Germs...they're not everywhere, they're every where!! I mean think about this...again! When you go somewhere and use your debit card and then they give you a receipt to sign with a pen...DON'T USE IT!!! The truth is it's really not a pen...it's a germ stick. You think it's okay to use, but you didn't see that the person who was inline in front of  you was digging their nose or their ears or scratching dandruff with that same pen before you got it. Don't believe me?? Look at the pen next time they hand it to you. It's probably all brown and pasty looking by the part where you hold it to write. Sounds disgusting?? WELL IT IS!!! AHAHAHAHA...so don't use gas station pens, bank pens, or store pens. It really sucks when you go to a place like Target or Wal-Mart though, where they have those rubber pens that you absolutely must use to sign the electronic thing for your credit card. I despise using those! I tried to use my finger nail to sign one time....that didn't go over too well with the cashier. She thought I was germ phobic. If germ phobic means caring about not catching some virus from touching public writing utensils or pressing the numbers on the ATM machine...then bring on the title!! Oh and speaking of ATMS....Please, please, PUH-LEASE don't press those number buttons with your fingers! Have you ever bothered to look at the black gook that is around the numbers?? Its filthy! It's almost as if the germs taunt me when I go to the ATM...so you know what I do?? I press the buttons with my knuckles. As for public doors and those paper towel dispensers in the bathrooms, you're kind of in a Catch-22 with those things because if you use wash your hands, dry them, and then open the door, you have to wash your hands all over again!! Either way....please beware of the Germs....I don't want any of you catching the cooties! Yes, cooties do exist...just ask the gas station attendant who gave the germ stick to the hillbilly in the pickup truck who was digging his left ear with it! COOTIES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-3222133364233073226?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3222133364233073226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=3222133364233073226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3222133364233073226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/3222133364233073226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/germs.html' title='Germs'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-5FUov239KGA/To4oPkm4KmI/AAAAAAAABWg/r-NuD8dMjbA/s72-c/205788998_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992298995509764623.post-8257026196062983037</id><published>2011-10-06T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:10:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. If the 'black box' flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of that stuff? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Who copyrighted the copyright symbol?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Can you cry under water? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Why do people say, 'You've been working like a dog' when dogs just sit around all day? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Do fish ever get thirsty?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Can you get cornered in a round room? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables then what is baby oil made from? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What should one call a male ladybird? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. If a person suffered from amnesia and then was cured would they remember that they forgot? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Can you blow a balloon up under water? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Why is it called a 'building' when it is already built? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you turned on your radio would you be able to hear it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. If you're traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Why is it called a TV set when there’s only one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can't go that fast on any road?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Why are ‘apart’ments stuck together? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Who teaches spiders which leg to put forward first, when they start walking? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21.Why is inspiration momentary, while depression is more permanent? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992298995509764623-8257026196062983037?l=imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/feeds/8257026196062983037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4992298995509764623&amp;postID=8257026196062983037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8257026196062983037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992298995509764623/posts/default/8257026196062983037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imwaitingforgod.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-questions.html' title='I have questions.'/><author><name>ms nk rey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673833178532018621</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-4992298995509764623.post-2725365532145601794</id><published>2011-10-05T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:51:00.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out my back door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccmscAWcBnE/Tou5NK-feoI/AAAAAAAABWQ/u3_563YcAmE/s1600/tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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