<?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-8401301851782803713</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:39:40.982-06:00</updated><category term='tomato plants'/><category term='computere'/><category term='recipies'/><category term='sox'/><category term='beginning  countdown'/><category term='sanow and more snow'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='free'/><category term='Stupid AOL'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='sore back and leg'/><category term='life and death'/><category term='pack'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='itchy dog'/><category term='grandchild'/><category term='hail'/><category term='Bone weary'/><category 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neighbors'/><category term='spuinky'/><category term='Spoiled'/><category term='Will see how this turns out.'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='airplanes'/><category term='bat'/><category term='Toby'/><category term='special blog'/><category term='illegal fire works'/><category term='Ron and Kathy'/><category term='squirrels'/><category term='friendsSpunky'/><category term='COMPUTERS ARE EVIL'/><category term='timato'/><category term='brake&apos;s'/><category term='wild turkeys'/><category term='baTH'/><category term='Spunky'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='happy'/><category term='miserable'/><category term='country'/><category term='Joe&apos;s mechanical ability'/><category term='bummed out'/><category term='food'/><category term='no dinner'/><category term='healthcare'/><category term='stupid squirrels'/><category term='languages'/><category term='chemo'/><category term='Joe mowing'/><category term='house'/><category term='joke'/><category term='colors'/><category term='spoied niece&apos;s and reason for it.'/><category term='Mowers'/><category term='Kathy&apos;s kid.'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Death'/><category term='third time charm'/><category term='NEW LAYOUT'/><title type='text'>What life is about</title><subtitle type='html'>About life in general</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8836482291152328211</id><published>2012-01-28T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:45:04.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, I think it is going to be a nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Batang"&gt;The weather says it is going to be warm, above average, next week.&amp;nbsp; I hope Tues. will be nice and I don’t catch Joe’s cold.&amp;nbsp; Joe was a complete idiot, totally set to make me as miserable as possible yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I think it was his cold that made him impossible to get along with.&amp;nbsp; He gets so crabby when he catches cold.&amp;nbsp; He is totally obnoxious when he is not feeling well.&amp;nbsp; I hope he stays in bed all day today. I get up feeling that way, I tell him, do not take any thing I say, personally.&amp;nbsp; I just don’t feel good but I don’t need to take it out on you. I was so mad at him because I didn’t realize he had a cold at the time.&amp;nbsp; My insurance co. costs me and I will never hear the end of that.&amp;nbsp; They are pretty strict on getting refills on the exact date your pills are available and that happened when Joe’s was ready for pick up and mine wasn’t. It was ready yesterday and is my blood thinner so I asked him if he was going to the store and he said , “I don’t need anything.” so I said ok, I will go down and get mine.&amp;nbsp; He blew up.&amp;nbsp; We wound up having them delivered.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the day I just said as little as possible.&amp;nbsp; Bohemians!!!!!&amp;nbsp; So that is my story or a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; isn’t quite so bad when he feels good. They can be hard to live with,right Paula.&amp;nbsp; I think you are sick of my problems.&amp;nbsp; He is only a problem to me.&amp;nbsp; We get along pretty good when he feels good.&amp;nbsp; Oh No!!!&amp;nbsp; I hear him so all I can say is please&amp;nbsp; go back to bed.!!!!&amp;nbsp; Congratulations on being a great Grandma and Grandpa Jack and Sherry.&amp;nbsp; When is this supposed to happen?&amp;nbsp; I have 12 great grandkids., and 9 grandkids. Getting to&amp;nbsp; where I lose count.&amp;nbsp; Poor Ron does not have any but Gabby is getting married in about a year, or sooner.&amp;nbsp; Kathy is a grandma from her first marriage and they have a good relationship.&amp;nbsp; She adopted him when he was one day old. You will have to take pictures, DD if your tree is changing as rapidly as it sounds you will have to just post to your blog, pictures.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8836482291152328211?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8836482291152328211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8836482291152328211&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8836482291152328211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8836482291152328211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning-i-think-it-is-going-to-be.html' title='Good morning, I think it is going to be a nice day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5281330820437116734</id><published>2012-01-27T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:15:23.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate me whining and I think I have been.  Will try to stop!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;How many of you listened to the debate?&amp;nbsp; Joe does not care for them but last night He and I both could not help to look forward to when Rom Paul pulled off some good remarks.&amp;nbsp; Now I want to clarify that.&amp;nbsp; I would not vote for Rom Paul even if I voted, he has some good ideas but I think some of them are outdated and he seems to be in excellent shape, but There needs to be a younger person in there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway for Joe to say, no, don’t change it to his favorite show which I figured we would do. He liked it when some comments made by the politicians would be arguing and carrying on, they would ask Rom Paul&amp;nbsp; a question and it was so nice to get to someone that would never get angry but when they were talking about putting a colony on the moon which was Newt”s idea. ” Paul said&amp;nbsp; the only thing it might be good for was to send a few politicians to the moon.”&amp;nbsp; The whole room got a kick out of that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;They said last night that we were going to have high winds, rain, sleet, and snow.&amp;nbsp; So far none of those. Hope they miss it entirely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have not heard&amp;nbsp; from the kids, but that is not unusual.&amp;nbsp; Patsy, if you read my entry today, I had 4 children by a marriage that ended in divorce, then the second marriage&amp;nbsp; I had one . Joe&amp;nbsp; did not come into my life until&amp;nbsp; Marty was about seven.&amp;nbsp; The kids and he are very comfortable with each other.&amp;nbsp; My 3rd son from my first marriage is very good.&amp;nbsp; He and his wife come over nearly every Sunday, and stay a while.&amp;nbsp; The son who’s father is deceased lives in Texas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;Definitely not like my&amp;nbsp; family.&amp;nbsp; They all were very close and stayed home until the right person came along.&amp;nbsp; Now my regular readers are still probably thinking, what a tangled web we weave.&amp;nbsp; My life has had a lot of twists and turns and I have survived.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G-uHbBKoHxM/TyKjZqd14YI/AAAAAAAAPDk/_CN3cGNupac/s1600-h/DSCN0140%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0140" border="0" alt="DSCN0140" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tSkAWGV3GFk/TyKjaAJNVDI/AAAAAAAAPDs/TAOre7Cz_n4/DSCN0140_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my newest great grandson and I and part of our beagle.&amp;nbsp; My goal is to get to where when spring comes I can be put fooling with my flowers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5281330820437116734?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5281330820437116734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5281330820437116734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5281330820437116734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5281330820437116734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hate-me-whining-and-i-think-i-have.html' title='I hate me whining and I think I have been.  Will try to stop!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tSkAWGV3GFk/TyKjaAJNVDI/AAAAAAAAPDs/TAOre7Cz_n4/s72-c/DSCN0140_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1624601179227242994</id><published>2012-01-26T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:35:52.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;I am just so tired this week but I think it is just all that is happening.&amp;nbsp; My other knee on the left side gave me&amp;nbsp; a pretty strong nudge.&amp;nbsp; It wants to be like my right knee.&amp;nbsp; It will wait till its turn comes up.&amp;nbsp; The minutes are going to be so slow. I have been preaching to Joe ever since I had to sign up with the policy, to be more selective on all the things he picks up on the side.My balance is right&amp;nbsp; in the book but he just ignores me.&amp;nbsp; I tell him we are going to have to quit&amp;nbsp; bringing home2 or 3 items of the same thing that we already have.&amp;nbsp; I hate to tell him, we are&amp;nbsp; needing that money for co-pays.&amp;nbsp; That is why I get so frustrated when he says” you will have to show me&amp;nbsp; what bills need paid in case I have to go to rehab.&amp;nbsp; He doesn’t listen to me. Any other wife have that problem??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1624601179227242994?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1624601179227242994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1624601179227242994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1624601179227242994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1624601179227242994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-9011260898053738439</id><published>2012-01-25T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:41:39.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days and I will see my orthopedist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080" size="4" face="Cordia New"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="Cambria"&gt;I just want it over so I can get over the bills I will owe after the&amp;nbsp; insurance is settled.&amp;nbsp; We took Spunky with us when we went to Menards.&amp;nbsp; When Joe got out of the car Spunky started howling..&amp;nbsp; He acted like I was&amp;nbsp; not even there&amp;nbsp; He is so heavy we have to lift his backend and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; get him in the car.I just feel so bad for him.&amp;nbsp; On the way home we went on a dry run to be sure how to get to the orthopedist.&amp;nbsp; All of that area where St. Elizabeth is has changed so much.&amp;nbsp; I would never have known that was the parking garage I was in at least 9 years ago when I had the rotator cuff fixed.&amp;nbsp; You park on 2 and the office is right there in front of you.&amp;nbsp; I just want it over. No Jack I just wish it were over.&amp;nbsp; If I had stayed&amp;nbsp; with the first dr. it would be over but I would have paid much more over the Insurance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-9011260898053738439?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/9011260898053738439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=9011260898053738439&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/9011260898053738439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/9011260898053738439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-more-days-and-i-will-see-my.html' title='6 more days and I will see my orthopedist'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4897922075878910003</id><published>2012-01-24T06:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:49:37.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day and good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I first want to apologize for not getting back to all of you, yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I cooked Spunky’s food and that was just about all.&amp;nbsp; Joe got an excellent report from his Doctor.&amp;nbsp; He asked Joe if he realized how few people WALK into an emergency with their heart only pumping 15% and now 10 years later it is 50%.&amp;nbsp; I remember his cardiologist that took care of him then said normal heart beat is 50% but&amp;nbsp; it took quite a while for him to get there.&amp;nbsp; I knew if anyone could, it would be my Bohemian&amp;nbsp; that would.&amp;nbsp; I just want to tell all of you that your encouragement for both of us means so much to us.&amp;nbsp; Especially me, since I am the one that writes and reads all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="4"&gt;I wish I could have been able to get a supplement for this surgery.&amp;nbsp; You know what, I haven’t seen this doctor yet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe he won’t even do surgery.&amp;nbsp; I doubt that since the other Dr. said I actually need both hips done, and both knees but they will concentrate on the right side because that is where the knee and the hip is giving me the most trouble. Well guys, I am going to wrap this up and answer my comments.&amp;nbsp; They said we could get a little more snow.&amp;nbsp; We got about an inch yesterday and it melted off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by the time Joe went all the way out to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; We live on South 14th and the hospital is on 92nd.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4897922075878910003?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4897922075878910003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4897922075878910003&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4897922075878910003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4897922075878910003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-day-and-good-news.html' title='Another day and good news'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4479333432655645716</id><published>2012-01-23T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:16:51.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It snowed a little last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I had a wild night last night. Don’t know why.&amp;nbsp; Guess it&amp;nbsp; may have been filling out the forms I take to the doctor on the 31st.&amp;nbsp; I must have been sort of awake but not enough to know what I was thinking.&amp;nbsp; I dreamed that my brother,&amp;nbsp; Wesley was laying on top of the covers beside me.&amp;nbsp; He has been dead for many years.&amp;nbsp; I finally woke up enough to know it was Joe.&amp;nbsp; That was about 1:30 and he was getting up to let spunky out.&amp;nbsp; I finally got up about 3:00 and sat in my recliner.&amp;nbsp; May have dozed off and on.&amp;nbsp; Hope that is not a omen, that I might die, while I am getting my hip done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp; this Doctor will do it and I am sure he will.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ron said he will be a bit cautious because of the A-fib. I asked Ron if he knew how Dr. Heiser became crippled.&amp;nbsp; He said one of the doctors told him he and his family were on vacation and he and his brother both are very athletic, and I guess he dove into some unfamiliar water in the area they were in and it was to shallow.&amp;nbsp; Broke his neck and spinal column.&amp;nbsp; I looked out this morning about 4:00 and my grandson had scooped our walks before going to work.&amp;nbsp; That just makes me feel so proud of my daughters 2 boys, MEN, but they will always be boys to me..&amp;nbsp; I don’t think the streets or highway 2 are going to be to bad as far as being slick.&amp;nbsp; Joe is getting more apprehensive about driving when it is slick and he goes to the doctor today. I am not sure why.&amp;nbsp; Maybe because&amp;nbsp; he doesn’t see as well and is older and that is so far out to the Heart Institute.&amp;nbsp; That is why I didn’t want to transfer out there.&amp;nbsp; I am sure all will be fine.&amp;nbsp; He knows his battery to his pacemaker should last&amp;nbsp; about 2 or 3 more years.&amp;nbsp; That will be good.&amp;nbsp; It is not cheap but insurance pays pretty well.&amp;nbsp; I should hear something from my insurance today.&amp;nbsp; I better get Joe up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4479333432655645716?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4479333432655645716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4479333432655645716&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4479333432655645716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4479333432655645716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-snowed-little-last-night.html' title='It snowed a little last night'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3315994882571179213</id><published>2012-01-22T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:50:00.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t have to much to say today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="MS Gothic"&gt;Imagine me running out of words.&amp;nbsp; I don’t want to keep boring you with insurance&amp;nbsp; and all that stuff.&amp;nbsp; Ron called and I told him about switching from Dr. Reckmeyer and I was telling him the story about who they said would be involved in my proceedure and how They said Ripa would be doing it but Heiser would assist.&amp;nbsp; Come tp find out Dr. Heiser was in charge of Ron’s surgery when he tried to accidently do the splits a while back involving his creeper.&amp;nbsp; He had torn all the ligaments loose in his leg and some muscle had to be reattatched to the leg.&amp;nbsp; They patched him up and he is doing fine.&amp;nbsp; Now for the kicker, the Dr. that worked on him is a paralyzed from the neck down but he sees everything the doctor is doing that is actually another doctor but Heiser tells him exactly what to do.&amp;nbsp; Ron said it is amazing to watch him analyze and direct&amp;nbsp; people just like he is doing it himself.&amp;nbsp; He has a brother also in the group who is not paralyzed.&amp;nbsp; I got the papers ready to be filled out, but they want to know my life history.&amp;nbsp; I don’t mind but I am going to be guessing months and years.&amp;nbsp; Those things took place a long time ago.&amp;nbsp; A lot of guessing going on.&amp;nbsp; Ron said he might be put off by the A-fib plus going off the warfrin which is an absolute necessity once they are sure I won’t&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; go into a lot of bleeding, which will probably not happen, I will get through it. ok. but with A-fib even if it is controlled which it is right now but being off the blood thinner is a critical time cause if my heart goes out of rhythm because of A-fib I could have a stroke and it happens so fast many people do not get to the hospital in time.&amp;nbsp; Now I am not a doctor, but I have been told this from 2 doctors. family and cardiologist .&amp;nbsp; Joe goes tomorrow to the heart institute and has his yearly thorough check up.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope it&amp;nbsp; comes out ok.&amp;nbsp; It will be interesting to see what they have to say about both of us.Joe has always came out really good so hope he will tomorrow. It is supposed to warm up to maybe 40 but possible sleet turning of snow..&amp;nbsp; I am ready&amp;nbsp; for winter to leave. Way ready!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3315994882571179213?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3315994882571179213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3315994882571179213&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3315994882571179213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3315994882571179213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-have-to-much-to-say-today.html' title='Don’t have to much to say today'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3938466775061600939</id><published>2012-01-21T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:09:10.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cold and the furnace is doing double time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;I am convinced that some one in the insurance industry is trying to drive me crazy.&amp;nbsp; Joe went and got the mail yesterday and he said this is from your Blue Cross Blue PPO insurance company. I opened it and it was a bill for the premium on my insurance.&amp;nbsp; That money is deducted from my social security check and one payment has already been taken out.&amp;nbsp; I was quick to get on the phone.&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt; I explained to the lady that answered how it had been arranged with Soc. Sec.&lt;/font&gt; I also told her that my premium ate up the raise we got on Soc. Sec.&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She said they were going to research and see why this happened and I would get a call back by Monday. She said she was sorry it happened but they would get it straight. She told me to have a nice day, and I said I will if I don’t have a nervous breakdown,&amp;nbsp; and she said “don’t do that”&amp;nbsp; She also said she was sure it would be straightened. out..I swear I am jinxed when it comes to insurance.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that it came before I had surgery which would have been done by now if I had stayed with Reckmeyer. I wish I could have it over. I&amp;nbsp; did stay quiet, I did stay quiet Jack with the fellow I talked to setting up my appointment and I came home and thought really hard, and yes Jack, I can think&amp;nbsp; hard and about 30 years ago Dr. Heiser did my Rotator Cuff surgery.&amp;nbsp; Now that, was painful.&amp;nbsp; I am sure this is the son.&amp;nbsp; Jack, now you are not going to believe this but Joe was a great nurse.&amp;nbsp; He had to help me get dressed and undressed, and changed the bandage.&amp;nbsp; I suppose this little truthful story is going to be praised by Jack until God knows when.&amp;nbsp; I just hope we have a house left when Joe comes home after&amp;nbsp; being gone.&amp;nbsp; Spunky acts like I don’t exist&amp;nbsp; when Joe&amp;nbsp; is gone.&amp;nbsp; He lays right by the door leading out back where the car is.&amp;nbsp; Now if I ask him if he is hungry, I am his best friend.&amp;nbsp; I will see if Ron can let you all know how I am doing.&amp;nbsp; Joe thinks the computer will bite him. But I will be around until the 31st.&amp;nbsp; I do not know how to use a laptop and would&amp;nbsp; not buy one.&amp;nbsp; This is my last computer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3938466775061600939?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3938466775061600939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3938466775061600939&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3938466775061600939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3938466775061600939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-cold-and-furnace-is-doing-double.html' title='It is cold and the furnace is doing double time'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5171490025113595226</id><published>2012-01-20T06:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:37:52.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sort of set</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;Dr. Ripa’s helper called me yesterday afternoon and I have an appointment the Thirty first at nine AM.&amp;nbsp; My records should be traveling over there today. I said the the man that called me to schedule me that I had never met Ripa and he said , but you have met Heiser.&amp;nbsp; I just stayed quiet and asked no questions.&amp;nbsp; After thinking long and hard, I think Heiser is the one that did my rotator cuff. and I think he assists Ripa.&amp;nbsp; First he wanted me to be there at 8:00 AM then said well I do have another opening at 9 so I took that. I just want it done.&amp;nbsp; It has reached the point where I am awake 3 or 4 times a night because my hip and knee both hurt.&amp;nbsp; I just want to geterdone, as Larry the cable guy says..&amp;nbsp; Ripa’s office hours are all mornings.&amp;nbsp; All the girls at Dr. Reckmeyers office have been so nice about getting my records transferred and understand ‘s why.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;It is not so bitterly cold today.&amp;nbsp; Joe took Spunky once for a half hour&amp;nbsp; walk, the last 2 days.&amp;nbsp; He takes him so he won’t be so mad when Joe goes to the store or haircut and leaves him.&amp;nbsp; I may as well not be here.&amp;nbsp; He just ignores me until it is time to feed him. Then I am his best friend.&amp;nbsp; You all just do not know how much your support through all of this means. Thank you so much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5171490025113595226?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5171490025113595226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5171490025113595226&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5171490025113595226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5171490025113595226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sort-of-set.html' title='Sort of set'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6831883195732342781</id><published>2012-01-19T06:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:48:39.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, I finally learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Well I have a twist as to who will do my surgery. It will probably be next week with Dr. Ripa.&amp;nbsp; My doctor that was going to do it thought I had Medicare and a supplement.&amp;nbsp; I don’t. My blue cross BluePPO takes care of everything that I don’t have to pay. So 3 women in the front office said I could use my card but I would have to pay more because Reckmeyer&amp;nbsp; was not in the network.&amp;nbsp; Even after I told him that the girls said he was out of my network he said he thought he was still in network but his condition was that I have medicare and a supplement which I could not get because no one wanted me with A-Fib. My plan took me even though I had A-fib which has been controlled for a quite a while. I was going to go with it until I talked to the blue PPO insurance. They said to try a different orthopedic Dr. because&amp;nbsp; there are plenty that will take the card with&amp;nbsp; in the network.&amp;nbsp; So I called this office that has 13 orthopedist’s and they all will take my card and are in network.&amp;nbsp; It still won’t be cheap but at least I will get the full benefit from the card, so my records are being transferred out of Reckmyers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to this other Dr.&amp;nbsp; Just call this a second opinion.&amp;nbsp; As soon as they get my release of my records.&amp;nbsp; So as I stand now it is waiting,&amp;nbsp; but getting close.Enough about Dr’s.&amp;nbsp; It is cold and forecast snow but just&amp;nbsp; not much of it.&amp;nbsp; I hope they are right.&amp;nbsp; I have a niece that was raised in Ca. and married a guy that lives in Alaska.&amp;nbsp; They live in Juneau which was a quite a distance from that area that was buried in snow.&amp;nbsp; Cordova or something like that..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought Ne. was bad.&amp;nbsp; Hey, Sheila, go to Alaska!!! I just thought that would be a good place to go.&amp;nbsp; I want to thank everyone for your good wishes and I will carry them with me to my new Dr., in my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6831883195732342781?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6831883195732342781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6831883195732342781&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6831883195732342781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6831883195732342781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes-i-finally-learned.html' title='Changes, I finally learned'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-922331075072390722</id><published>2012-01-18T05:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:43:24.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cold and supposed to get m0re snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;I got up with the cold that Joe gave me.&amp;nbsp; I was on the mend&amp;nbsp; until Joe started sniffing and blowing. Now my throat is sore again.&amp;nbsp; We are going to have to leave Spunky again for a while tomorrow when&amp;nbsp; Joe and I go to have a nurse tell us what to expect when I go in for surgery&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He lays such a guilt trip on us.&amp;nbsp; His eyes are on both of us&amp;nbsp; while we are getting dressed.&amp;nbsp; I also am not looking forward to the snow that is supposed to&amp;nbsp; fall starting&amp;nbsp; tonight.&amp;nbsp; Hope it is just like the last one about 1 inch.&amp;nbsp; I keep wondering if we will get a big snow before spring gets here.&amp;nbsp; It will probably be in spring, and then we will get hit. I think most weirdo's&amp;nbsp; must live in Lincoln.&amp;nbsp; Before&amp;nbsp; Christmas we heard over the news that a fish store had been broken in to.&amp;nbsp; Several exotic fish and a aquarium were stolen.&amp;nbsp; the guy that stole them was caught on one security camera when he was trying to remove another camera.&amp;nbsp; Last night on the news they said they had him.&amp;nbsp; He had given the stolen very expensive fish and aquarium with all the pretty&amp;nbsp; gravel and decorations and given it to his girl friend for Christmas..&amp;nbsp; They found him on a tip from crime stoppers. I wonder if his girl friend turned him in.&amp;nbsp; Well, they aren’t all here after all.&amp;nbsp; The Governor did release 200 inmates, Some murderer’s in one of the Carolina’s. can’t remember if it was North or South.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-922331075072390722?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/922331075072390722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=922331075072390722&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/922331075072390722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/922331075072390722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-cold-and-supposed-to-get-m0re.html' title='It is cold and supposed to get m0re snow'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-357617526832423230</id><published>2012-01-17T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:00:15.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Joe took me out to the orthopedist yesterday and the appointment was right on time and I got out of there in fairly decent time.&amp;nbsp; I am so sore I can barely move.&amp;nbsp; They didn’t have to take more x-ray except for knee and hip on the right side.&amp;nbsp; The knee he wants&amp;nbsp; to treat with cortisone shots.&amp;nbsp; The hip on that side needs a hip replacement.&amp;nbsp; Even I can see the deterioration.&amp;nbsp; He asked me what I wanted to do and&amp;nbsp; then I told him it wakes me up at night.&amp;nbsp; He said you need to have a hip replacement done and not put it off.&amp;nbsp; I said won’t that be pretty costly and he said but you will have Medicare pay and then your Blue Cross ppo will take over.&amp;nbsp; I have to call my plan this morning and hope they pay more because after reading the&amp;nbsp; blue advantage plans it says I must not&amp;nbsp; use my Medicare card.&amp;nbsp; So it will be up to us as to picking up any costs that are not covered.&amp;nbsp; She also said I was out of network, but looking in the book they furnished me Dr. Reckmeyer name is in there.&amp;nbsp; But they gave me a book of providers names and at the bottom it says it is subject to change. So I suppose they changed.&amp;nbsp; I tried to find out on line but that did not give me the info I wanted so will call them. A teaching nurse will make an appointment&amp;nbsp; with both Joe and I and will take us through it step by step.&amp;nbsp; I was in to him in 2010 and he commented I held out quite a while.&amp;nbsp; I told him Dr. Gobbo and I had came p with some injections that worked the first time but not the second.&amp;nbsp; The therapy that they recommended the first time worked wonders and the second time it did nothing.&amp;nbsp; Spunky did really good alone, but we gave him a calminole before we left.&amp;nbsp; He still tried to get out the front door, he had our sand filled cat draft stopper pulled away from the door.&amp;nbsp; He just goes crazy when we come in .&amp;nbsp; He tries to keep it to just whines and his tail goes ninety mile an hour as he runs back and forth between&amp;nbsp; Joe and I but then he just has to howl.&amp;nbsp; We got snow and it is windy and cold.&amp;nbsp; Probably about 2 inches.&amp;nbsp; Just made it slicker than heck.&amp;nbsp; Glad I don’t have to go out in it today.&amp;nbsp; Spunky hid behind the bed when he saw both Joe and I getting&amp;nbsp; dressed cause he knew he would have to come out in the living room.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to stay in the bedroom so he could see when he left.&amp;nbsp; He is to good at&amp;nbsp; laying guilt trips on both of us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-357617526832423230?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/357617526832423230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=357617526832423230&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/357617526832423230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/357617526832423230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-made-it.html' title='I made it'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3523186574138420455</id><published>2012-01-16T05:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:29:06.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WILL BE  INTERESTING, TODAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I am not denying, I am very apprehensive about seeing the orthopedist. Any way it turns out, I can not live on pain pills the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; The last 2 days have been so painful but I blamed that on to having this cold or whatever, but it is moving out.&amp;nbsp; Have the drippy nose but at least I can breathe. Ron and Kathy stopped by and she had baked a cake for Joe and got him the cutest card.&amp;nbsp; It has&amp;nbsp; a picture of a basset hound and when you open it it’s tongue comes out and its ears flop up.&amp;nbsp; Spunky got him one of a beagle on the front , but I must say Kathy and Ron’s is the cutest.&amp;nbsp; He is 75 today.&amp;nbsp; First time I have not either baked or bought him a cake.&amp;nbsp; He wanted a carafe so bad, so I found a cup I thought was really pretty that I thought at least he would have something and I thought he would like his carafe.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts now are at 82 should I even think of spending the co-pays and so forth to have surgery on my body, at my age.&amp;nbsp; What if I would go through all that and&amp;nbsp; and die before I even learned how to get around..&amp;nbsp; As you can tell I am still in the stage of just wanting the pain to go away without doing anything.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for listening.&amp;nbsp; Now I will try to get out of the funk I am in since opening my eyes at 4:30. Jack, TARRYTARE says she can not comment o your blog. I am not for sure if she can even get it.&amp;nbsp; Will have to read her comment from yesterday, again.&amp;nbsp; It has got to have something to do with the comments-reply and the comment form being embedded.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I got un-imbedded and did away with the reply-delete&amp;nbsp; which goes&amp;nbsp; along with removing the comment form from imbedded.&amp;nbsp; It says what to do in blogger buzz on the dashboard&amp;nbsp; to cure the problem.&amp;nbsp; At least it did a few days ago. I am going to cut this short and try t o get an email out to a couple of people I owe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3523186574138420455?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3523186574138420455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3523186574138420455&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3523186574138420455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3523186574138420455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-will-be-interesting-today.html' title='IT WILL BE  INTERESTING, TODAY.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1006651357355139068</id><published>2012-01-15T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T07:26:28.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not sure if I should just sit here with my trusty box of  Kleenex or type</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I have been awake since before four AM.&amp;nbsp; Blowing my nose, coughing.&amp;nbsp; I think a cold is tops on my list of hate.&amp;nbsp; Especially when&amp;nbsp; I am going to the orthopedist tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it will stop running by then.&amp;nbsp; Haven’t taken anything for it cause I really don’t know what to take.&amp;nbsp; Joe got through his and the reason he did was because he was so generous.&amp;nbsp; He wants to share everything.&amp;nbsp; As far as I know&amp;nbsp; the orthopedist will give me options and I can decide.&amp;nbsp; My knee kicked up a lot yesterday, but this cold or flu made me ache all over yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It is still&amp;nbsp; really affecting my knee and hip..&amp;nbsp; Enough complaints.&amp;nbsp; I do not know how many read Roberts comment.&amp;nbsp; He can not read anyone's blog if&amp;nbsp; the comments are embedded.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went into settings and changed mine to pop up after fighting the reply-comment thing all day, after it first came out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is easier to just do away with them and change settings.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; know they are trying to help and make things better but it did not help as far as the reply-comments. Wonder&amp;nbsp; if they just do not know&amp;nbsp; that some of us are pretty set in our ways and change is not good. I guess the reason&amp;nbsp; I don’t like it is because for 2 days I had 2 comments.&amp;nbsp; I thought I made everyone angry.&amp;nbsp; Just ask Joe, he will say that I sure can. Joe is one person that can drink coffee as soon as it is done no mater how hot it is.&amp;nbsp; He wanted a carafe, so Connie got him one for his birthday and gave it to him.&amp;nbsp; Of course it doesn’t stay hot enough for him.&amp;nbsp; I figured that would happen.&amp;nbsp; I told him yesterday that&amp;nbsp; he is able to drink it exceptionally hot and that is why after it sits in the carafe for a couple of&amp;nbsp; hours it will cool off.&amp;nbsp; It is just about right for me.&amp;nbsp; He is not being encouraging at all if the orthopedist says I need surgery. He said what is you wind up in a wheel char, and never can get out of it.&amp;nbsp; I told him that could happen anyway, surgery or no surgery. If the knee continues to give out, I will land on my face one of these days.&amp;nbsp; We will see what happens.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1006651357355139068?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1006651357355139068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1006651357355139068&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1006651357355139068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1006651357355139068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-not-sure-if-i-should-just-sit-here.html' title='I am not sure if I should just sit here with my trusty box of  Kleenex or type'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4954606475253620283</id><published>2012-01-14T07:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:59:37.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning to all that could find my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I am, going to see if as many can find my blog as they did yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Thursday I thought everyone hated me. and decided I had the worst blog in history.&amp;nbsp; 2 comments.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday after I switched my blog from embedded on my blog and got rid of the reply-delete by doing that people found me again. Some of them anyway.&amp;nbsp; I know&amp;nbsp; the Buzz team are trying to be helpful but it screws my blog up every time, they do something, to improve&amp;nbsp; our blogging.&amp;nbsp; I can only speak for myself but I am to old to be changing.&amp;nbsp; I won’t let them stop me.&amp;nbsp; I will do like&amp;nbsp; I did yesterday and go back and read how to get rid of the reply-delete.&amp;nbsp; Then people&amp;nbsp; found me again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don’t really know why I can’t adapt to new things .&amp;nbsp; Could it be cause I am 82??&amp;nbsp; Maybe 82 will be the cut off age, for blogging.&amp;nbsp; No one will cut me off if I can figure out how to keep on.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wonder why I continue and then I figure out how much I would miss you all.&amp;nbsp; Live writer I behaving so much better the last few days.&amp;nbsp; Joe finally succeeded in giving me his cold.&amp;nbsp; I kept denying it when I had the sore throat, then could not breathe through my nose but today I can’t keep up with my nose.&amp;nbsp; Need to take a shower but think I will skip it and just wash up.&amp;nbsp; Don’t know why I say that because I know I will shower anyway. It is supposed to be warmer today but it sure don’t look warmer yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4954606475253620283?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4954606475253620283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4954606475253620283&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4954606475253620283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4954606475253620283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning-to-all-that-could-find-my.html' title='Good Morning to all that could find my blog'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6524114330091908911</id><published>2012-01-13T07:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:53:14.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, here I am , back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I went searching for&amp;nbsp; a new background.&amp;nbsp; Sorry about the snow flakes but they came with the&amp;nbsp; background.&amp;nbsp; It has been so darn cold and high winds Wed. and&amp;nbsp; it calmed down yesterday but it was cold.&amp;nbsp; This old house serves us well but when the wind blows hard and it is so cold the front of the house, here in the room I have my computer, and the area from about half way down the living room gets chilly because the pipe that carries the heat is the farthest from the furnace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Connie stopped by from a meeting and dropped off a carafe to try to keep Joes coffee warm..&amp;nbsp; She may be overweight and short but she looked really nice.&amp;nbsp; Had just came from a meeting.&amp;nbsp; I would love her regardless of weight as long as it does not cause health problems.&amp;nbsp; Their house is all electric and last summer&amp;nbsp; their air conditioner went out when it was 110.&amp;nbsp; They got that fixed and then night before last their furnace quit.&amp;nbsp; She was all wrapped up in a afghan on the couch where they have a gas fireplace so she was toasty warm.&amp;nbsp; She heard Mike say “our thermostat is not working”.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp; just black.&amp;nbsp; Mike discovered it when he went in his bathroom and used a cold commode.&amp;nbsp; That word sounds&amp;nbsp; old fashioned but when you think of the chamber pot, it is not so old fashioned.&amp;nbsp; I don’t mind saying if&amp;nbsp; it was freezing cold and you woke up during the night and your privy was outside, that chamber pot looked really good..&amp;nbsp; I bet a lot of people would not know what I was talking about.&amp;nbsp; Being 82&amp;nbsp; has its good points.&amp;nbsp; Back to the furnace problem, the repairman said it is probably going to start giving them trouble off and on and would&amp;nbsp; probably need replaced in about 5 years.&amp;nbsp; The lowest price they could start at is 6,000.00 dollars.&amp;nbsp; We had replaced ours a few years back and we have gas and it was about 450.00 and fortunately we were both still working.&amp;nbsp; Then the following summer we added air conditioning to it.&amp;nbsp; First time we ever had central air.&amp;nbsp; Joe really liked it until he had heart surgery, now he is cold&amp;nbsp; and it is ok in winter because he has a flannel shirt and a sweater while I the house.&amp;nbsp; But come summer, he thinks I don’t need to keep it so cool.&amp;nbsp; We keep it set on 70 or 72.&amp;nbsp; It is just comfortable for me and he freezes.&amp;nbsp; We do not use the recommended settings of 80.&amp;nbsp; May as well not have air.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6524114330091908911?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6524114330091908911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6524114330091908911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6524114330091908911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6524114330091908911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-here-i-am-back.html' title='Well, here I am , back'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5535413538799973985</id><published>2012-01-12T07:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:18:58.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cold and windy and  a little light snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I was typing along and had a comment about the new reply-delete area they have at the end of each comment I received&amp;nbsp; and wrote something like one word and had decided to&amp;nbsp; backspace and fix it.&amp;nbsp; Imagine my surprise when it backspaced my complete entry.&amp;nbsp; So I had to start over again.&amp;nbsp; So beware.&amp;nbsp; There are surprises in store&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with blog and live writer.&amp;nbsp; What else, I am not sure. It was a treat to have a new outfit , especially from my daughter.&amp;nbsp; Aside from new underwear when I need them, I am still wearing the same things I have for a long time.&amp;nbsp; My daughter in law, Kathy and my son has given me clothes.&amp;nbsp; In winter I wear sweat’s at home.&amp;nbsp; Jack, the 3 buttons I left unbuttoned were at the top where they were meant to be unbuttoned.&amp;nbsp; I bet you drive your poor wife crazy!!!&amp;nbsp; Arm Candy!!! We have known each other a long time through the blog and Journals.&amp;nbsp; You just get ornery and more mischievous&amp;nbsp; every day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Joe has to go in to Gobbo to get his pain pills refilled.&amp;nbsp; The heart institute does not write prescriptions for pain unless it is in hospital.&amp;nbsp; He injured his back while he was still working and they did what they could to make it better but now that&amp;nbsp; he is older it bothers him a lot and also I think he has some pain from the&amp;nbsp; drugs he is on for his heart.&amp;nbsp; I had to sign a paper that said I was aware narcotics could be taken so one would have an overdose.&amp;nbsp; Mine is Tramadol and he said&amp;nbsp; it is not as addictive but considered it could get you hooked on them.&amp;nbsp; Joe takes the same.&amp;nbsp; I wish he had a hobby and then that could get him out of my hair&amp;nbsp; once in a while. He said there have been a lot of overdoses from teens getting into mom and dads supply.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5535413538799973985?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5535413538799973985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5535413538799973985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5535413538799973985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5535413538799973985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-cold-and-windy-and-little-light.html' title='It is cold and windy and  a little light snow.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3451460943560766414</id><published>2012-01-11T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:50:18.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I went in to see Dr. Gobbo and today I have a sore throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I have an appointment with the orthopedist Mon. the 16 on Joes Birthday.&amp;nbsp; He will take me because my appointment is 3:30 and if he does not see me till 4 or 5 it will be getting dark and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; since cataract surgery I not drive when the lights have to be on. I had to sign that I knew my pain pill was a narcotic and that I would use it sparingly.&amp;nbsp; He said the FDA is cracking down on narcotics because a lot of people&amp;nbsp; over dose and die.&amp;nbsp; I went to the pharmacy to leave 2 of the prescriptions he wrote out for me.&amp;nbsp; There were 4 people ahead of me. I said to Roxanne&amp;nbsp; that I would pick them up today and she said she would just have their delivery man drop them off.&amp;nbsp; I saw such a tall man in a little red car.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh.&amp;nbsp; He said he had the flu several times delivering to sick people all the time.&amp;nbsp; He said “if I get the flu one more time I am going to ask for workmen’s Comp”.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh.&amp;nbsp; Didn’t know I was coming down with&amp;nbsp; a cold at the time. I do know that when Gobbo took my leg with the knee and had me bend my knee and took my leg and folded it&amp;nbsp; over the other leg and I nearly came off the table, bur the weird part of it was it only hurt my hip and the knee just&amp;nbsp; hurt a little.&amp;nbsp; Oh well I will probably find out something Monday.&amp;nbsp; I will stay on my feet until I drop. Well as the weatherman said the winds are coming up, and the cold weather is even going to get colder.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will be glad to see Spring get here.&amp;nbsp; But this weather is so screwed up, it will probably snow.&amp;nbsp; I wore my new outfit Connie got me for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It is rally pretty.&amp;nbsp; She took the tall&amp;nbsp; pants back and got me average and they are still plenty long. One&amp;nbsp; problem the top&amp;nbsp; has little tiny buttons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My fingers have arthritis to.&amp;nbsp; I got all but 3 and left them unbuttoned.&amp;nbsp; Worked out good. I forgot to tell you DD and Paula, I decided until this stuff with my knee is decided I closed down my other blog.&amp;nbsp; May go&amp;nbsp; back one day, but not now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3451460943560766414?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3451460943560766414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3451460943560766414&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3451460943560766414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3451460943560766414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-went-in-to-see-dr-gobbo-and-today-i.html' title='I went in to see Dr. Gobbo and today I have a sore throat'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4621995824360100389</id><published>2012-01-10T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:33:23.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is supposed to be nice today and then turn winter again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;Today is the day, I may get referred to the orthopedic today and I am ready.&amp;nbsp; If he just didn’t make you wait so long to get in.&amp;nbsp; Maybe today there will be an opening where I will get right in.&amp;nbsp; I vacuumed yesterday and I am paying for it today.&amp;nbsp; I barely could get out of bed. and&amp;nbsp; that hurt more than I would like.&amp;nbsp; It will cost me 25.00 to see my doctor and have him set an appointment&amp;nbsp; to see Reckeway.&amp;nbsp; I also am going to try to&amp;nbsp; find out why my Pharmacy can never get a straight answer or a call back on a prescription.&amp;nbsp; It is just nonsense that she calls and calls and never gets an answer. I wind up calling them and telling them what I need.&amp;nbsp; It is not the pharmacy’s fault.&amp;nbsp; That happened at Shopko several years ago.&amp;nbsp; That pharmacist&amp;nbsp; was nuts though.&amp;nbsp; I got him fired and a call back from the head of the Shopko store apologizing to me and telling me he did not want to lose my business.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;I can not find my battery charger for my camera batteries.&amp;nbsp; My son Ron, got it for me for Mothers day many years ago, but it works good. Jack you tell Sherry Spunky is&amp;nbsp; our furry kid, so he thinks.&amp;nbsp; Thank her for the compliment&amp;nbsp; and you to.&amp;nbsp; They cost a lot of money any more to keep their shots up to date.&amp;nbsp; And of course he has lumps.&amp;nbsp; He has one big one where it is between his front leg and body and it just keeps&amp;nbsp; getting bigger.&amp;nbsp; When we can scrape the money together we will&amp;nbsp; have&amp;nbsp; them tested.&amp;nbsp; There has only been one that proved cancerous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our vet is really good about letting us pay&amp;nbsp; part of the bill and then catch up later.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting in my big blue chair and had my hand hanging over the side and I felt some fur o my hand and he had walked right up to my hand so his head came under it.&amp;nbsp; He needed a ear scratch and a little loving.&amp;nbsp; Now if that would have been Joe, he would have received the same treatment. Well you all, want to visit blogs and since time is limited today better get with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4621995824360100389?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4621995824360100389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4621995824360100389&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4621995824360100389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4621995824360100389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-supposed-to-be-nice-today-and.html' title='It is supposed to be nice today and then turn winter again.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6210560968277122057</id><published>2012-01-09T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:03:36.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So lets try it the old fashioned way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything looks a littler better. &amp;nbsp;I wish I didn't get so adventuresome. &amp;nbsp;I screw up every time!!!! &amp;nbsp;I have to get this said before I get done and post. &amp;nbsp;Yes Jack, you have a memory like an elephant, &amp;nbsp;It is true that Joe bought some link &amp;nbsp;sausage and was so happy about the bargain prices. &amp;nbsp;If I remember right I first was going to fix some for breakfast and it was hot sausage but neither of us notices. &amp;nbsp;So I put my trusty pan on the stove and started it cooking and I was trying to figure out why I kept coughing. &amp;nbsp;Joe was coughing to and he said look at the lite smoke in the room, and I said &amp;nbsp;between coughs that the grease was not to hot. &amp;nbsp;Then I realized when I took the first bite it was HOT AND SPICY. &amp;nbsp;Joe does not drink much water but he took one bite and reached for his water. &amp;nbsp;We ate it and went through the coffee pretty fast. He said throw the rest of that away. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;thought there must be something I could do with it so I mixed it up in meat loaf. &amp;nbsp;Joe was saying it was food and then he spit a pierce out in his napkin and said there was something wrong with it. and I said I had sprinkled a little chili powder in it and he must have got a taste of that. &amp;nbsp;He ate the meat loaf but if any of you could have seen both of us when I was frying that hot sausage, it would have made your day. &amp;nbsp;The cloud of smoke?? and both of us coughing and then I got the giggles when I said It says on the package it is hot. &amp;nbsp;He said throw &amp;nbsp;that s--t away. &amp;nbsp;I will never buy that again. &amp;nbsp;Between laughing AND coughing &amp;nbsp;at the same time I really lost it when he came in from the bedroom. &amp;nbsp;He was dead serious when he said, "that stuff will kill you". &amp;nbsp;Family &amp;nbsp;is up &amp;nbsp;must go &amp;nbsp;have cereal, not hot sausage.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6210560968277122057?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210560968277122057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6210560968277122057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6210560968277122057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6210560968277122057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-lets-try-it-old-fashioned-way.html' title='So lets try it the old fashioned way'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7586366297482410008</id><published>2012-01-09T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:28:21.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate any thing new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here &amp;nbsp;goes nothing. &amp;nbsp;I am going to see how this posts. &amp;nbsp;If it does ok I will go to live writer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7586366297482410008?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7586366297482410008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7586366297482410008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7586366297482410008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7586366297482410008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hate-any-thing-new.html' title='I hate any thing new.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8803115072514627758</id><published>2012-01-08T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:20:39.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think things look alright today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Went&lt;font color="#ff80c0"&gt;&amp;nbsp; in to see if my color insisted on being purple.&amp;nbsp; Live writer seems to have a mind of its own.&amp;nbsp; I set it the way I want it and the next thing you know it is back to the settings that were there already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80c0" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Shoot fire if it was not back to purple.&amp;nbsp; That DD, and I am just surmising things, is from a very genteel family, well raised.&amp;nbsp; I was well raised to but it didn’t last long when I got married the first time, ending the first time I was married. By&amp;nbsp; then&amp;nbsp; I had 4 kids and a husband that&amp;nbsp; was just&amp;nbsp; not the man&amp;nbsp; I married, so I thought.&amp;nbsp; Unless it&amp;nbsp; was never made clear what I expected.&amp;nbsp; I had never heard of DD’s words when she was exasperated, and that was “shoot fire”.&amp;nbsp; I knew some words to express my opinion and they were not really very nice so I tried using them not so much, Darn just didn’t cut it.&amp;nbsp; Sugar didn’t either.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff80c0" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I made a pretty good meal last night.&amp;nbsp; I used to make it a lot when the kids were little.&amp;nbsp; I had picked up some green peppers and was thinking of&amp;nbsp; of making stuffed peppers.&amp;nbsp; Instead I decided to just make a meat loaf dinner., and put green peppers in it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lot of green pepper.&amp;nbsp; I then added lots of ketchup&amp;nbsp; and peeled some potatoes and cut in 4ths&amp;nbsp; and stuck them down&amp;nbsp; around the green pepper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Used lots of spices in meat loaf except salt., drizzled a little water over the potatoes so they would not get dry.&amp;nbsp; Even Joe ate extra potatoes and meatloaf .&amp;nbsp; When he does that I feel like my meal was a hit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spunky got a tint bite of meat loaf from me and Joe was a little more generous.&amp;nbsp; We are really trying hard to get his weight down..&amp;nbsp; It is like me trying to lose weight, almost a loosing battle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8803115072514627758?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8803115072514627758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8803115072514627758&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8803115072514627758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8803115072514627758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/think-things-look-alright-today.html' title='Think things look alright today.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7904734415692069888</id><published>2012-01-07T06:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:19:22.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPUTERS ARE EVIL'/><title type='text'>What a wild day yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4"&gt;What happened yesterday was one of those times when you are totally unprepared for anything going wrong.&amp;nbsp; When I shut down the night before I had left comments on blogs and they went out ok.&amp;nbsp; All I did was shut down the computer.&amp;nbsp; I wrote my entry and all went well….I thought.&amp;nbsp; I was going to zip through the entry and then post comments.&amp;nbsp; Surprise, surprise!!!!&amp;nbsp; I could not post comments.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I worked all day on that blasted thing.&amp;nbsp; Poor DD was my experimental&amp;nbsp; comment leaver.&amp;nbsp; That was because she was the closest to the top of the blogs I read.&amp;nbsp; Plus she is nice, so I figured&amp;nbsp; she would not yell at me if I screwed up.&amp;nbsp; She did say all my entries , you know the little short comments, I hope not my complete entry before I knew any&amp;nbsp; thing was wrong ended up on her blog.&amp;nbsp; I have a new favorite saying when I may want to say something strongly.&amp;nbsp; “Shoot fire!!”&amp;nbsp; She saved my sanity hen I read that.&amp;nbsp; I just sat and laughed so 2 words saved me going over the edge.&amp;nbsp; Joe kept saying, “stay in there as long as you like, it relaxes you.&amp;nbsp; How he thought I was relaxed when angry comments kept coming from this room.&amp;nbsp; We wound up having grilled cheese sandwiches for supper, that is the farm phrase,&amp;nbsp; supper, not dinner.&amp;nbsp; Our ay to call someone to eat on the farm, was breakfast is ready, noon dinner is ready, and at night, Supper is ready.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7904734415692069888?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7904734415692069888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7904734415692069888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7904734415692069888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7904734415692069888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-wild-day-yesterday.html' title='What a wild day yesterday'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2357171050452439254</id><published>2012-01-06T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:22:46.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have a giant sized headache so will be back tomorrow unless i kill this computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2357171050452439254?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2357171050452439254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2357171050452439254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2357171050452439254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2357171050452439254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/yikes.html' title='YIKES'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-715681426649396944</id><published>2012-01-06T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:06:02.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to see if I can get this to my blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just a try of many.&amp;nbsp; Will see what happens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-715681426649396944?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/715681426649396944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=715681426649396944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/715681426649396944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/715681426649396944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-going-to-see-if-i-can-get-this-to.html' title='I am going to see if I can get this to my blog.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4855323878328929794</id><published>2012-01-06T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:40:24.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Life is About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Between the feud between , I think office staff &amp;nbsp;of my primary care &amp;nbsp;Dr.and pharmacy and now not being able to comment on blogs I am ready to give up on blogging and the doctor;s office. &amp;nbsp;Of course you all that know me , I will fight this to the end. &amp;nbsp;Now I am going to POST????? this and see what happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a style="font-size:13px" href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk"&gt;'via Blog this'&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to tell you that I have tried to post  on DD,s blog and 40 lb. sack. and it won't go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2301555240475355114?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2301555240475355114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2301555240475355114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2301555240475355114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2301555240475355114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-life-is-about.html' title='What life is about'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6931087225827852392</id><published>2012-01-06T06:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:14:31.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, so you in Florida and anywhere in the south It was cooler than what you liked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;In Nebraska we broke records all over the place,&amp;nbsp; It got to 71 yesterday, here, which is nearly unheard of.&amp;nbsp; The last time we got close to it was 1930, if I remember what the weather man said last night.&amp;nbsp; Ours won’t&amp;nbsp; hang around to long.&amp;nbsp; In fact they said it would be a BIG change next&amp;nbsp; week but just a few of those nice days like yesterday and lower, but still nice, will&amp;nbsp; help a lot, but can you imagine the shock it will be to our system when it gets back down to “be thankful for above zero weather.”&amp;nbsp; Nah, you softies from the South has no idea how Ne. weather changes, all seasons.&amp;nbsp; I must not mind it because&amp;nbsp; I am still here.&amp;nbsp; Joe picked up my prescriptions and when he picks the one up today they had not got an ok on it yesterday, I will have 70.00 of my 155.00 prescription deductions met.&amp;nbsp; Now if I just don’t get any flack from them on getting my knee fixed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I should not, with what I have to pay. No matter&amp;nbsp; who I could have gone to, I am sure joint replacement which I was told long before I signed up for this insurance, I would still have plenty to pay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I still just use a&amp;nbsp; push cart when I walk in stores.&amp;nbsp; It gives me something to lean on.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know if I could use one of those carts that is battery driven.&amp;nbsp; I would probably wreck the entire store plus run into someone.&amp;nbsp; I have this idea in the back of my mind, If I ever get in a cart&amp;nbsp; and drive it, I will become dependent on it and , well I may have a valid drivers license for a car but not for a scooter and I would probably have so many law suits from running into people and breakage in a store, I better just hobble around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6931087225827852392?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6931087225827852392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6931087225827852392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6931087225827852392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6931087225827852392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-so-you-in-florida-and-anywhere-in.html' title='Well, so you in Florida and anywhere in the south It was cooler than what you liked.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5073451214064257883</id><published>2012-01-05T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:30:11.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got out for a while!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#c0504d" size="4"&gt;Paying for it today but I got my haircut first, Then Shopko and got Joe a BD card from Spunky, and of course one from me.&amp;nbsp; All I got him was a coffee cup, and that stands&amp;nbsp; to reason, he will be getting a carafe from my daughter to keep the coffee hot. If I can find&amp;nbsp; something else I will get it.&amp;nbsp; Now for anyone in the southern states&amp;nbsp; we are definitely going to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; get up to 55 and he is saying it could be close to 60.&amp;nbsp; Jack, are you&amp;nbsp; jealous yet???. We will pay dearly before this winter is done with us.&amp;nbsp; 4 more days till my doctor, not Jacks dentist, will be getting&amp;nbsp; me an appointment with the radiologist.&amp;nbsp; Jack&amp;nbsp; have you dug that money out of moth balls and had the crown on the tooth?&amp;nbsp; I know you don’t want&amp;nbsp; do it but everything that has been done so far will be screwed&amp;nbsp; up.&amp;nbsp; You know that is what happens when You are old. Spunky is doing better again.&amp;nbsp; It is jut up and down with him, just about like his master&amp;nbsp; Joe goes in the 23 for a thorough check up with his cardiologist. They do that every 6 months.&amp;nbsp; Ever since he has had that choking spell, I keep hoping&amp;nbsp; the wires are still in his heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5073451214064257883?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5073451214064257883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5073451214064257883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5073451214064257883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5073451214064257883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-out-for-while.html' title='I got out for a while!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8077778204522677659</id><published>2012-01-04T06:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:18:08.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is with this southern cold snap?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Our weather man said that we were 1 degree warmer than Orlando, Fla. That was&amp;nbsp; around 4 in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Our temps have been quite warm.&amp;nbsp; We have been just under 50 for several days.&amp;nbsp; It was cold over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; This weather is something else.&amp;nbsp; It is so different than what we are used to at this time of the year.&amp;nbsp; It has been windy and that keeps the temperature from feeling as warm as it is.&amp;nbsp; I am going to get my hair trimmed&amp;nbsp; today, Knee or no knee.&amp;nbsp; I see Dr. Gobbo next Tues. and then they will make an appointment with the orthopedist.&amp;nbsp; He will take x-rays and&amp;nbsp; from there I hope a date to get the knee fixed.&amp;nbsp; He has got the best X-ray tech but it will hurt to get in all the positions she put me in the last time..&amp;nbsp; It hurt then and will hurt more this time.&amp;nbsp; To get it fixed will be worth it.&amp;nbsp; I have to take 4 refills down to the Pharmacy along with my new card.&amp;nbsp; That will&amp;nbsp; be cash until I hit 155.00.&amp;nbsp; Then they will take over and I will&amp;nbsp; have to pay&amp;nbsp; part of it, I think most of my drugs will be 11.00 copay once that kicks in.&amp;nbsp; It says in the book that some may be covered by part B or Part D which is Medicare . I bet I won’t have many of those.&amp;nbsp; Poor Spunky was like me, He was walking real stiff and limping.&amp;nbsp; Guess we are both getting old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; am going to have to go to find out who was picked in the Iowa caucus last&amp;nbsp; night.&amp;nbsp; Not that it matters to me.&amp;nbsp; Anymore I am never happy to hear some the the stuff that comes out of either party.&amp;nbsp; Now I need to have someone that has more experience or knowledge of this digital world. I called and asked my daughter&amp;nbsp; if she had some pictures from Christmas since I didn’t get many.&amp;nbsp; She said her husband had&amp;nbsp; transferred all of her pictures to her digital album and she thought he might have deleted them.&amp;nbsp; She would ask him.&amp;nbsp; If I have an album that I may want to look at it sure is not going to be digital.&amp;nbsp; I have albums on Picasa but I don’t think they are like that. To me an album is supposed to be a empty book that&amp;nbsp; I put a real picture into.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8077778204522677659?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8077778204522677659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8077778204522677659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8077778204522677659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8077778204522677659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-with-this-southern-cold-snap.html' title='What is with this southern cold snap?????'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-683099999798556325</id><published>2012-01-03T06:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:27:18.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY TO GET THROUGH, ONE DAY CLOSER TO SEEING THE DOCTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;I have never been so eager to see a doctor In my life.&amp;nbsp; At the moment all I care about is someone doing something for my knee.&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; If something isn’t done soon I will just darn near be totally house bound and chair bound.&amp;nbsp; I have 4 refills on my prescriptions to call in and I will have to pay full price till 155.00 is met.&amp;nbsp; That is my deductible.&amp;nbsp; Joe nearly has a fit over how much more I was spending on Blue PP0,&amp;nbsp; Of course&amp;nbsp; on Coventry I didn’t&amp;nbsp; get much out of them because they would not pay much or at all because my Doctor’s were all with the Bryan Hospital&amp;nbsp; compound and Coventry just would not pay or very little if they did. I still don’t know the rationale of an Insurance co. that would take on a person with, Heart surgery, a pacemaker with a battery that they have to put in new about every 5 to 7 years which requires hospitalization when it is done.&amp;nbsp; Even on a outpatient basis it is a big bill.&amp;nbsp; His meds are all for his heart, but cheaper than mine.&amp;nbsp; The Insurance lady says it is because his is stabilized so they take him with no problem.&amp;nbsp; All I had was A-fib that was a heart problem and this year very few&amp;nbsp; wanted me, In fact Medicare and Blue PP0.&amp;nbsp; Joe would not encourage me to change to his Doctors which would have been the smart&amp;nbsp; way to go but it is way out on Hiway 2.&amp;nbsp; I could have stayed on Coventry and be covered because I&amp;nbsp; was diagnosed while with them.&amp;nbsp; I would have to have left&amp;nbsp; my family doctor that I have had for years .&amp;nbsp; Now that I took out the more expensive insurance in order to get all done, he says, Why didn’t you stay with Coventry.&amp;nbsp; MEN!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Guess I will just ignore him, but he can be hard to ignore!&amp;nbsp; At any rate this knee is not going to hold out much longer. The heck with the hips till they give me more trouble. It was cold yesterday morning. 16 above zero.&amp;nbsp; I was cold all day.&amp;nbsp; We try to keep our thermostat 0n 68 at night and 70 during the day.&amp;nbsp; I had it in 72 most of the day. Once the wind went down I was able to turn it down to 70.&amp;nbsp; Supposed to cool down a little over the weekend. My hair is beyond control.&amp;nbsp; Have to try to get in earlier, which should not be a problem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-683099999798556325?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/683099999798556325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=683099999798556325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/683099999798556325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/683099999798556325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-day-to-get-through-one-day.html' title='ANOTHER DAY TO GET THROUGH, ONE DAY CLOSER TO SEEING THE DOCTOR'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5140979440313111807</id><published>2012-01-02T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:49:22.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The second day of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Batang"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="4" face="Batang"&gt;The excitement is done as far as Christmas and New Years. and Joes birthday is next. There is nothing he really needs. I was successful with the slippers and sox but have no idea what to get him for his birthday. I guess a card and slip a little money in there and surprise him by saying it is so he can buy those awful but cheap cigars. I won’t buy them for him because I would feel I helped shorten his life. They are the same size as a cigarette and the tobacco is real dark brown. and they stink. His coat her wears to walk Spunky smells just like his cigarettes. He is not supposed to smoke in the car at my request, but he does. I can smell it. He also never lets me see him smoke, that was at my request.. I guarantee he will keep to that promise. Kind of strange, I used to work in a bar for a friend and when I went home I had to wash my hair and my clothes because they smelled of smoke. It was a job and I could be home with my kids. during the day. If I had it to do over again I am not sure I would ever have remarried. It was hard on the kids to adjust to both a stepmom and their dads house and a stepdad on my side. In fact two step parents on my side also. When I married Joe, Alan was about to graduate from High school and went into the Navy right off. Marty was still young enough it didn’t matter to him much. As long as his brothers and sister were around he was content. He was lost when they went to their dads on weekends. I guess my thoughts now are it is hard to blend a family. Joe didn’t say much to them as far as being critical, they were smaller when I was married to Lee and when I was not around, I had assigned each of the kids their duties when they got home from school.&amp;nbsp; He only worked 4 blocks from the house, and he popped in unexpectedly.&amp;nbsp; The kids hated that because they were never doing their jobs.&amp;nbsp; My kids idea of doing their chores was to wait until about 10 min and be sitting nicely, watching TV until minutes before I got home before I got home, then fly.&amp;nbsp; By the time I walked in they were sitting watching TV like little angels. I was on to them but what could I say if it looked cleaner than when I left for work. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5140979440313111807?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5140979440313111807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5140979440313111807&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5140979440313111807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5140979440313111807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-day-of-january.html' title='The second day of January'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2078063284416064709</id><published>2012-01-01T06:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:25:51.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what, 1929 to 2012, is a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;Happy New Year every body.&amp;nbsp; Hope most are not hung over.&amp;nbsp; We have given that type of celebrating&amp;nbsp; long ago.&amp;nbsp; I guess you can say we just figured out one day that it was stupid to spend all that money&amp;nbsp; on that.&amp;nbsp; Sure would like to have all that money back.&amp;nbsp; We were working and thought we had the world by the tail.&amp;nbsp; You find out just how little you know when You are young and think you have every thing figured out. Then You get old and you realize if you had been a little more frugal we could be rich like Jack.&amp;nbsp; Now Jack just think of those black eyed peas you ate or going to eat.&amp;nbsp; Those black spots on those black eyed peas look like they are watching&amp;nbsp; everything going in my mouth.&amp;nbsp; I worked in a small grocery before I retired and we did not stock like a large store.&amp;nbsp; We had Mostly colored, or black, whichever they want to be called that went in for them Big time.&amp;nbsp; If we ran out we heard&amp;nbsp; about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I liked that little store but did not make much money cause they shortened my hours, to where they didn’t have to pay me minimum wage.&amp;nbsp; They were easy to work for.&amp;nbsp; One day I worked for 2 other girls besides my own shift, and I was there from 7:00 Am till 10:00 PM..&amp;nbsp; It was family owned and a lot of drama in that family. I have to get 4 prescriptions to get refilled and&amp;nbsp; it will go&amp;nbsp; toward my 155.00 deductible.&amp;nbsp; My drug plan is through Medicare and that is why I have to&amp;nbsp; pay a deductible.&amp;nbsp; Joe still&amp;nbsp; thinks it is crazy that I have to pay so much on and for my Ins.&amp;nbsp; He just don’t realize that I could not qualify for&amp;nbsp; all the free premium plans because of the A-fib.&amp;nbsp; He asked me if I had to have my knee fixed, how long would I be in Hospital and I said maybe 4 days if all went well but I would have to have rehab, more than likely and I would try to get it on a outpatient basis if Dr. allowed.&amp;nbsp; He makes me feel guilty for&amp;nbsp; wanting to be free of pain.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I will live with it jut as I do all his stubborn Bohemian ways.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2078063284416064709?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2078063284416064709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2078063284416064709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2078063284416064709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2078063284416064709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2012/01/guess-what-1929-to-2012-is-long-time.html' title='Guess what, 1929 to 2012, is a long time'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7191622006028746302</id><published>2011-12-31T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:32:24.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year is almost gone.  Who would have believed I would be here another year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="4" face="Batang"&gt;Well here we are almost 2012.&amp;nbsp; I am happy to be alive and fairly healthy even if the insurance companies do not think so according to my rates.&amp;nbsp; I can eat and no problem.&amp;nbsp; Spicy, mild, just plain food. So many older people just can not do so.&amp;nbsp; Since I love to eat, that is one blessing.&amp;nbsp; Another is I have food to eat.&amp;nbsp; Many people don’t.&amp;nbsp; Now I am going to complain, last night I turned over in my sleep and Joe was turned toward me and he has bony, skinny knees.&amp;nbsp; I hit his knee with my bad one and the knee is so sore I can hardly bend it. and I was planning on trying to go to Shopko.&amp;nbsp; Not now.&amp;nbsp; It may loosen up.&amp;nbsp; It better loosen up cause I have things to do.&amp;nbsp; He feels bad that it happened but it was not either of our fault. We were innocently sleeping.I just wish it were only my knees that were bad, but my hips have been letting me know they need help.&amp;nbsp; The knee pain is radiating up to my hip.&amp;nbsp; One joint does not need to communicate with the other in that respect, as far as I am concerned.&amp;nbsp; The wind blew so hard yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It made it seem about 10 degrees colder. Joe is so cold blooded since surgery for heart. Yesterday he had on his heavy coat with a hood, long johns, but his pants are thin so I can see why his legs get cold.&amp;nbsp; Hood up and took Spunky for a walk.&amp;nbsp; DD I hope you enjoy your company and I know you will. Jack, I can’t believe Shirl had 2 flops with her cake she bakes for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I think of her special cake she talks about, every year since we started blogging.&amp;nbsp; She said they were a flop.&amp;nbsp; I think I would have just cut them the size of brownies and eaten them. My daughter exchanged my slacks she bought me.&amp;nbsp; She seemed down in the dumps.&amp;nbsp; She and her husband just took the week between New Years and Christmas off.&amp;nbsp; They went to Omaha for Christmas dinner and they had it In the commons room of the assisted living home where her mother in law lives.&amp;nbsp; She said it was so crowded they could hardly move.&amp;nbsp; She thinks her mother-in-law is doing pretty good since Mikes dad passed away.&amp;nbsp; He died, I believe, in late Oct. or early Nov. He was on hospice.&amp;nbsp; He had liver cancer. He sure went quick. Better close this book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7191622006028746302?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7191622006028746302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7191622006028746302&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7191622006028746302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7191622006028746302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-is-almost-gone-who-would.html' title='Another year is almost gone.  Who would have believed I would be here another year.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1646957833672968758</id><published>2011-12-30T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:39:00.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day and I hope it will be a good one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;Will see what today brings&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to be a little cooler today.&amp;nbsp; These temperatures&amp;nbsp; are unreal for this time of year but I like them.&amp;nbsp; Only thing is when it does turn COLD we will have to get acclimated to it again.&amp;nbsp; You just watch, when I start having&amp;nbsp; appointments to go to it will get nasty.&amp;nbsp; I have an appointment with family doctor the 10th and probably be set up with another appointment with orthopedist.&amp;nbsp; He will say, why haven’t you been back sooner and I will say cause my insurance was Coventry and&amp;nbsp; no one wanted&amp;nbsp; to see me if I had that insurance.&amp;nbsp; Thinking I am made of money he more than likely will say, you should have came back sooner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am dreading&amp;nbsp; going in.&amp;nbsp; You sit forever before they call you.&amp;nbsp; I have been in just one time and my appointment was at one and I finally was called for x-rays at 4:30. What really torques my gizzard is that Coventry has done very well by Joe.&amp;nbsp; He is staying with them.&amp;nbsp; Now my plan is 155.00 deductible for prescriptions which won’t take long to add up.&amp;nbsp; Plus the insurance is so costly, and Joe pays nothing. The atrial-Fib started the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; No one wanted me.&amp;nbsp; I could have stayed&amp;nbsp; with Coventry, but every doctor I had would take it but Bryan Hospital would not.&amp;nbsp; Even an EKG is made to be a hospital charge.&amp;nbsp; So some Dr’s&amp;nbsp; just said no to the people that have it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like me!!!.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like I am just going to bitch so I better close.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1646957833672968758?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1646957833672968758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1646957833672968758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1646957833672968758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1646957833672968758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-day-and-i-hope-it-will-be-good.html' title='Another day and I hope it will be a good one'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6475161375836524543</id><published>2011-12-29T06:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:21:53.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My decorations are down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;It just about&amp;nbsp; did me in.&amp;nbsp; Joe was a huge help.&amp;nbsp; I simply wanted to just roll up in a ball and just let hurt take over.&amp;nbsp; Joe would not&amp;nbsp; let me even get up to answer the phone because I would have to grab hold of something and put my weight on the right foot to see if the knee was going to give out.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say Joe brought the phone to me.&amp;nbsp; Guess what, wrong number!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So guess what I am going to do today??&amp;nbsp; Read blogs and sit in my chair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jan 16 Joe will be 75.&amp;nbsp; You see I robbed&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; cradle.&amp;nbsp; I am 82.&amp;nbsp; He needed&amp;nbsp; someone older.&amp;nbsp; After his son was killed he started drinking, heavy.&amp;nbsp; I did not know him at that time.&amp;nbsp; But it was a tough time .&amp;nbsp; He was stationed&amp;nbsp; in Germany and on a Sunday morning they broke the news his 5 year old son&amp;nbsp; was killed.&amp;nbsp; He came home and&amp;nbsp; found his wife pregnant by another man. They buried their son and she said she wanted to get back together.&amp;nbsp; That did not sound like&amp;nbsp; a good idea.&amp;nbsp; He got the other 2 boys into the same home that 4 of his siblings were put when&amp;nbsp; their mom was in a&amp;nbsp; car accident.&amp;nbsp; She was&amp;nbsp; with out oxygen long enough that&amp;nbsp; She had no memory of the past.&amp;nbsp; She did not know her kids nor much of anything else. She was in a nursing home for years. To make a long story short, Joe turned to alcohol.&amp;nbsp; Then one Sunday morning he walked out of our bedroom and said he would never take another drop of alcohol, and he has not.&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp; he figured out that if it kept on he would be out of here.&amp;nbsp; Just in case&amp;nbsp; anyone is thinking why should he be the one to leave.&amp;nbsp; Because I put the last 500.00 I had left of the money I had received when my second husband died at 37,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; down on a land contract with the&amp;nbsp; owner&amp;nbsp; to buy it.&amp;nbsp; We started out paying 90.00 a month.&amp;nbsp; This old house has served us well, and I do mean well. It has slate siding.&amp;nbsp; It is little.&amp;nbsp; 2 bedrooms upstairs and the basement was finished for renting and my 4 boys had their beds in the&amp;nbsp; basement.&amp;nbsp; Now some people will think I have gone to far in telling this story, But I am proud of my Husband, AND WANT TO LET&amp;nbsp; ANYONE KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM.&amp;nbsp; He licked a huge problem and I am proud of my guy. The one thing he can not give up is his cigarettes and he limits those to , he says 2 a day, but&amp;nbsp; I would say more like 4 a day.&amp;nbsp; I would not care if it were not bad for his heart. I would&amp;nbsp; also say, I am quite often critical of my husband but I&amp;nbsp; don’t know what I would do without him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6475161375836524543?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6475161375836524543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6475161375836524543&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6475161375836524543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6475161375836524543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-decorations-are-down.html' title='My decorations are down'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3935014432596303299</id><published>2011-12-28T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:30:44.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Courier New"&gt;We have our work cut out for us if Joe will cooperate.&amp;nbsp; I took the garland down off the entertainment such as it is and I want the rest of it down today.&amp;nbsp; Our house is so small there is just not room.&amp;nbsp; Just taking the garland down made it feel like we are making progress.&amp;nbsp; I knew if I started it Joe would help take it down. It was to late yesterday by the time he got back from the store.&amp;nbsp; It has been exceptionally warm here for last week and this week is supposed to be in the 50’s range.&amp;nbsp; That is so unusual for Ne. I guess&amp;nbsp; a lot of states are having very different weather. we&amp;nbsp; will take all of the nice weather we can get cause we still have Jan, Febr., March which can be cold and snowy.&amp;nbsp; I was just thinking about my visit to the Doctor coming up and I know he will send me to an orthopedist.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I will have some co-pays if the orthopedist does any type of joint replacement, so I better hang on to the gift money the kids gave me.&amp;nbsp; Wonder if they will take a gift card from Shopko?&amp;nbsp; I just hope they won’t call it a pre-existing condition., the insurance co,&amp;nbsp; I am going to read my policy over again.&amp;nbsp; They know I have arthritis and afib but as far as I can see right now they should not turn me down because everyone knows arthritis usually gets worse.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping it would not get that much worse but it did.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3935014432596303299?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3935014432596303299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3935014432596303299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3935014432596303299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3935014432596303299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-morning-everyone_28.html' title='Good Morning everyone'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3594032664468774808</id><published>2011-12-27T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:46:36.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is late for me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I have already put a pot of Bean soup with guess what??&amp;nbsp; A big ham bone!!!!&amp;nbsp; I forgot to soak them last night so I put them in the crockpot, as soon as I washed up.&amp;nbsp; I was tired last night and fixed left over’s.&amp;nbsp; No one objected and Spunky just snugged himself right up to the table so he wouldn’t miss a thing.&amp;nbsp; I got lazy when I made Christmas dinner and used, for the first time, “Simply Potatoes”.&amp;nbsp; They are just kept in the refrigerator, not the freezer, and Joe picked up 2 containers&amp;nbsp; They were already mashed and seasoned.&amp;nbsp; No way could&amp;nbsp; anyone tell the difference if I peeled potatoes and cooked them and mashed them.&amp;nbsp; Then I put them in an oven proof dish since I had the temp. set at 350 and put them in for about 20 minutes. I don’t think anyone could tell they were already made except for the stirring.&amp;nbsp; I did add a little margarine and a dab of milk.&amp;nbsp; I thought they would have that “instant” taste to it.&amp;nbsp; They don’t.&amp;nbsp; I also would not use them all the time, but as bad as our potatoes are&amp;nbsp; that we get from the store this is actually&amp;nbsp; cheaper.&amp;nbsp; I don’t think anyone would know the difference.&amp;nbsp; I want to take the decorations down already, but have not done so.&amp;nbsp; We are so crowded for space.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of the stuff we took down&amp;nbsp; in my little computer room.&amp;nbsp; Joe scared the life out of me last night.&amp;nbsp; He likes to suck on tootsie rolls and has never had a problem.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; piece of one slid down his throat and lodged there.&amp;nbsp; He was choking.&amp;nbsp; I must admit I don’t know how the Heimlich maneuver, but he was choking.&amp;nbsp; Could not get a breath between.&amp;nbsp; I thought of all the hardware in his chest and&amp;nbsp; I just kept willing him to cough it up or cough it down.&amp;nbsp; I would never&amp;nbsp; have let it continue much longer if he had not been able to catch a part of his breath.&amp;nbsp; That broke the cycle of coughing just enough so&amp;nbsp; he could take a breath.&amp;nbsp; Even Spunky woke up and looked at him. 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I can not talk Joe into a HD TV.&amp;nbsp; It would take every bit of my Birthday money and my Christmas gift card and the 50.00 I have been carrying around.&amp;nbsp; to me.&amp;nbsp; I have been carrying it around with me, tucked into a spot where I just don’t see it so I don’t spend it. Ron called last night to wish us a Merry Christmas before Christmas skated out at midnight.&amp;nbsp; They are going to come home today.&amp;nbsp; Good buys on the TV’s.&amp;nbsp; You see what is in my mind. Our old one is a Sony and it has to be 15 years or more that we got it.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lJ9M86Xup7U/TviAy94FyQI/AAAAAAAAPAM/idA-8UuHbxM/s1600-h/100_0010%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100_0010" border="0" alt="100_0010" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dEhbOrUj6j4/TviAzUTgQPI/AAAAAAAAPAU/_CbQfCUXAH0/100_0010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FPJIiDjAbGg/TviA0kWxQEI/AAAAAAAAPAc/_wu5SN92LMk/s1600-h/100_0011%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100_0011" border="0" alt="100_0011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ivuAikQVk0E/TviA1Dr1FKI/AAAAAAAAPAk/MnD4Oohcbdo/100_0011_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go from bottom up.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fOjP-9YZ8gg/TviA2LWZeRI/AAAAAAAAPAs/pkhjdu5R0BE/s1600-h/100_0009%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100_0009" border="0" alt="100_0009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2u0t9w-z90E/TviA2oEgk5I/AAAAAAAAPA0/KuIwoNxQN9Y/100_0009_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Spunky&amp;nbsp; sacked out on the couch, next&amp;nbsp; he saw our Spunky Jr had a package. He went and got it and he would tare that paper off bit by bit and then he would throw it.&amp;nbsp; He had a ball. My camera does not work right so I am depending on all the flashes the kids were doing to be so&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can copy.&amp;nbsp; That was like constant for a while.&amp;nbsp; Chris just&amp;nbsp; was so much fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7796425018279742507?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7796425018279742507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7796425018279742507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7796425018279742507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7796425018279742507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-can-not-believe-how-warm-it-is.html' title='I can not believe how warm it is staying  Mid to upper40’s all this week'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dEhbOrUj6j4/TviAzUTgQPI/AAAAAAAAPAU/_CbQfCUXAH0/s72-c/100_0010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-316570047506255540</id><published>2011-12-25T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:37:44.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day is here and I am going to fix a ham.  That was a given, that we always has a  special  Meal at Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am going to fix a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dinner like I did at Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Only Ham.&amp;nbsp; A CURE&amp;nbsp; 81 ham IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST.&amp;nbsp; a LITTLE MORE EXPENSIVE BUT THE TASTE, and less fat.&amp;nbsp; Joe said why go to all that trouble just for him and me and Spunky.&amp;nbsp; Spunky behaved much better, HOWEVER,&amp;nbsp; our cat filled with sand&amp;nbsp; that we keep up against our front door was pulled out like he was trying to find a way out.&amp;nbsp; Joes squirrels and his paw print small plaque&amp;nbsp; was upside down.&amp;nbsp; There will be no honey goop on this ham.&amp;nbsp; I want my ham to taste like ham and I can’t stand honey.&amp;nbsp; We had a good time at Connie’s and good food.&amp;nbsp; How many of the ladies or men, for that&amp;nbsp; matter have heard of white Chili&amp;nbsp; Neil's girlfriend made it and it is made of Chicken and white beans and lots of spices.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty apprehensive but I tried it.&amp;nbsp; The first bite I reached&amp;nbsp; for the water.&amp;nbsp; After that It went down really good. Joe said he was going to stick to the old fashioned kind. He is not to adventuresome.&amp;nbsp; Larry and&amp;nbsp; his daughter, not the uppity one but the one that knows she is not the favorite child.&amp;nbsp; Her husband and their 2 kids were there.&amp;nbsp; Now of course Christopher was the hit. I only got to hold him once but he kept an eye on me and he would just smile.&amp;nbsp; He sat by me in his little high chair and his uncle was feeding him.&amp;nbsp; He offered Neil a soggy&amp;nbsp; cracker and Neil actually took a nibble on the very end. Not me or Carole, Neil’s girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; He crawls everywhere and&amp;nbsp; he got a big present last night from Grandma and Grampa&amp;nbsp; Meier. It was&amp;nbsp; a round thing that Chris could stand up to.&amp;nbsp; You can not touch anything without it playing a tune or saying hello and so forth. He has not learned to walk and that worries his mom and daddy. He just turned 1 and I told them not to rush him.&amp;nbsp; He sees a urologist the first week of Jan.&amp;nbsp; He will probably have to have surgery.&amp;nbsp; The urethra&amp;nbsp; is like 2 of them.&amp;nbsp; There is only supposed to be one.&amp;nbsp; They did not finish the circumcision because&amp;nbsp; they knew something was not right.&amp;nbsp; I am sure he will be ok.&amp;nbsp; Just glad they caught it while he is so small.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a queen.&amp;nbsp; My knee&amp;nbsp; was really bothering me.&amp;nbsp; It is a narrow stairway but it has a railing.&amp;nbsp; Joe was right behind me and at the top, Neil was waiting to help me after I ran out of railing.&amp;nbsp; When we left Neil and Joe and my oldest son were all helping me to the car. I was not insulted, I was just grateful they are willing.&amp;nbsp; Feels better today but after I am on it for a while it will let me know it is there.&amp;nbsp; Cameras were going off all over the area Chris was in.&amp;nbsp; It was a good night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-316570047506255540?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/316570047506255540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=316570047506255540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/316570047506255540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/316570047506255540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day-is-here-and-i-am-going-to.html' title='Christmas day is here and I am going to fix a ham.  That was a given, that we always has a  special  Meal at Christmas'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-420811141391282969</id><published>2011-12-25T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T07:24:05.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="7" face="Cambria"&gt;MERRY Christmas AND a HAPPY&amp;nbsp; NEW YEAR TO ALL OF MY BLOGGING FRIENDS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-420811141391282969?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/420811141391282969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=420811141391282969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/420811141391282969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/420811141391282969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1391205822476735101</id><published>2011-12-24T05:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:27:18.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting close enough I can say to each of you, Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;We will.&amp;nbsp; I did not carry&amp;nbsp; that grudge all day over the granddaughter.&amp;nbsp; She has dome similar things over the years. and I have kept my mouth shut.&amp;nbsp; I am doing it for one thing and that&amp;nbsp; is I don’t want to create a rift between her dad and I. I am just glad they live in Mo.&amp;nbsp; Done with that.!!!&amp;nbsp; DD I can not believe you actually tackled another coconut.&amp;nbsp; Glad you had him figured out before you tackled it.&amp;nbsp; What does a Japanese cake consist of??&amp;nbsp; It sounds interesting.&amp;nbsp; I want to thank you for&amp;nbsp; your lovely and comforting comment on ,my “Day to Day Life” blog.&amp;nbsp; It seemed&amp;nbsp; the proper thing to do was to write it all down., get it out of my system and I did and you and Paula was good listeners .&amp;nbsp; Thank you to both of you.&amp;nbsp; Don’t know if I will write anything there today.&amp;nbsp; Probably not.&amp;nbsp; Now I will be ok until next Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It was such a happy time at one time.&amp;nbsp; It is still , with my kids and grand kids and great grandkids.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I am thinking of a Japanese cake as having fish and rice.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope I am wrong.&amp;nbsp; Joe got a beware of dog sign that was flexible and molded around the molding where Spunky chewed.&amp;nbsp; I just hope he behaves tonight.&amp;nbsp; We won’t be gone as long and Joe will take him for a long walk before we leave.&amp;nbsp; I guess Ron and Kathy made it to Arkansas ok.&amp;nbsp; I just hope his dad and his wife are doing well enough to enjoy their visit.&amp;nbsp; I will get to see Christopher tonight.&amp;nbsp; He is the newest&amp;nbsp; of the Gr- Grandkids, as far as I am concerned and he is just fun being around. One miracle is that at 82 and coming from a family that died pretty young I guess, I will be like my dad and hang around a while.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1391205822476735101?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1391205822476735101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1391205822476735101&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1391205822476735101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1391205822476735101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-close-enough-i-can-say-to-each.html' title='Getting close enough I can say to each of you, Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5655202995160277801</id><published>2011-12-23T06:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:49:29.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand kids'/><title type='text'>Almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Well, well, Now the nasty side of me is going to come out. I got an announcement of my&amp;nbsp; granddaughter’ s 4th child.&amp;nbsp; She was born Aug. 7th.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else got their announcement a few days after that child was born.&amp;nbsp; I got one 2 days ago.&amp;nbsp; Then yesterday I got a Christmas card with a picture on the front of each child.&amp;nbsp; I have never been able to get close to this girl.&amp;nbsp; Even as a child, Jenny was not&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; very friendly with me.Her sister stopped by with her little girl and she has always taken 2nd place to Jenny.&amp;nbsp; Her dad shows his favoritism much more than his wife.&amp;nbsp; At any rate Amy was talking about being second best in her parents eyes.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling Amy told Jenny that I was not going to have anything more to do with Jenny, because I was tired of her rudeness.I just told Amy I was done.&amp;nbsp; Knowing Amy she must have said something to Jenny about&amp;nbsp; my attitude.&amp;nbsp; For me to be bombarded with attention, since they live in Mo. it has been easy to avoid her.&amp;nbsp; If they come back on Christmas, I just don’t want&amp;nbsp; to see her.&amp;nbsp; OK my son has a link to my Journal.&amp;nbsp; He kept it after I excluded&amp;nbsp; all of my kids from reading my blog, after they criticized&amp;nbsp; me having one.&amp;nbsp; So the one kid that still has a link to see my blog is Jenny and Amy’s dad.&amp;nbsp; I don’t think he reads it much any more.&amp;nbsp; I have been fairly quiet about Jenny but&amp;nbsp; I wrote a nasty letter to Jen last week then deleted it.&amp;nbsp; Ok enough of that.&amp;nbsp; I got a letter from Social Security that they would deduct my insurance Jan. 1st for my insurance and then I would be getting my check on the 3rd. Wed of the month..&amp;nbsp; I have been getting it on the 3rd of every month for years.&amp;nbsp; Joe gets his the 3rd wed. of every month so they must have decided to&amp;nbsp; get us on the same date.&amp;nbsp; Even with my raise for the cost of living, I will be making less after ins. deduction, after all.&amp;nbsp; Joe went to the store yesterday and he saw a price hike on everything that we normally get.&amp;nbsp; The largest, about 5o cents.&amp;nbsp; Oh by the way I will never try to bake a coconut cake from a whole coconut. Not after DD’s experience.&amp;nbsp; I laughed so hard when I read her accounting of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; all that went on&amp;nbsp; with her fresh coconut.&amp;nbsp; Better close this book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5655202995160277801?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5655202995160277801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5655202995160277801&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5655202995160277801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5655202995160277801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-christmas.html' title='Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2352819857920604523</id><published>2011-12-22T06:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:42:40.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having trouble with live writer depending on the font I use</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt; It&lt;font size="4"&gt; always changes on me like it just did.&amp;nbsp; As long as I get my blog written and posted I figure that is one time I won on as long as&amp;nbsp; it will just do a decent job of letting me write at a decent size&amp;nbsp; that people like me that is nearly blind as a bat ( are bats blind??) I have always just used that expression but never seen a bat up close and do not want to. We took a wreath out to Alan’s grave yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It looked nice and I didn’t have my camera.&amp;nbsp; The wind wasn’t to cold and&amp;nbsp; in the spring I don’t mind going out with Joe.&amp;nbsp; But yesterday&amp;nbsp; was a day I did not want to ride any farther than I have to.&amp;nbsp; Wyuka is the oldest cemetery in Lincoln.He likes to walk or drive around and look at the old grave’s.&amp;nbsp; He works so hard to make Alan’s grave look just right. We use clothes hangers to anchor what ever we put out there down.&amp;nbsp; We took Spunky.&amp;nbsp; As soon as he saw me on the other side of the car door he jumped right up in the car.&amp;nbsp; He has&amp;nbsp; a bit of a drag on his rear cause he is so heavy&amp;nbsp; He enjoyed walking around out there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did not walk but I was standing.&amp;nbsp; I had a heck of a time getting out of the car.&amp;nbsp; I did not realize how much getting&amp;nbsp; out of a car could be so stressful, both mentally and physically I am ok when I am driving because I can step down on level ground.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is, I hope it can be fixed, the knee or hip that is causing so much pain.&amp;nbsp; Joe does not understand&amp;nbsp; that when I say I want to go straight home, it is because&amp;nbsp; I am hurting so bad that I need to get out of the car, in the house and level floor.&amp;nbsp; Then he reminds me that there are a lot more people worse off than I am, as though I didn’t know that.&amp;nbsp; I took care of my son when he was in the worst stage of MS. The only thing he said was he was glad the pain was not equal to the severity of all the uncontrollable movements of his body.&amp;nbsp; I told him to take me home and he ignored my request and drove on those rough cobblestone roads all over the cemetery.&amp;nbsp; I felt every bump.&amp;nbsp; He is thoughtful in some ways but he doesn’t understand&amp;nbsp; why I just can’t keep quiet about my pain, when It gets as bad as it was yesterday. I see Dr. Gobbo the 16th and he will immediately get an appointment as soon as possible for the orthopedist.&amp;nbsp; The Heart team called yesterday and said they will be bringing me in the month of Jan. or Febr. Joe went to the mailbox to get our mail and their was a kind of bulky envelope that had the Schwann ‘s&amp;nbsp; return address on it.&amp;nbsp; That is the truck that delivers yummy food to your door.&amp;nbsp; He comes once a month has really good food and deserts and ice cream.&amp;nbsp; They have bulk quantities in some things. I told Joe , oh they are probably sending out some special advertising.&amp;nbsp; I opened the envelope and Ron and Kathy Had 5 envelopes in there at 10.00 apiece, after all that they had already given us, I thought it was a pretty nice gift.&amp;nbsp; Shirl and Sheila,&amp;nbsp; we do have a dusting of snow but the weather&amp;nbsp; man said there were 2 ladies in North Carolina that were dancing for snow so they would try to get us more by tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I told him to forget what those 2 ladies wanted, they want it in North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; I told him that one of them even taught me the steps to the dance as if I would try to get&amp;nbsp; it to snow in North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; I better close for now.&amp;nbsp; This is a book. Robert if we get snow of any quantity I will try to get some to Greece.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2352819857920604523?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2352819857920604523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2352819857920604523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2352819857920604523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2352819857920604523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-having-trouble-with-live-writer.html' title='I am having trouble with live writer depending on the font I use'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6836572263927795188</id><published>2011-12-21T06:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:08:23.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been commenting and forgot all about writing my bog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#663399" size="4" face="AR DELANEY"&gt;Once in a while I do that.&amp;nbsp; That is different.&amp;nbsp; Like to try new things, sometimes.&amp;nbsp; DD I had to put my Day to Day blog&amp;nbsp; to be screened before publishing,.&amp;nbsp; I have always had creeps that write unnecessary stuff in there&amp;nbsp; I had hoped that&amp;nbsp; it would stop when I brought my blog back to life.&amp;nbsp; One problem on the new interface I don’t see a true dashboard and I have to scrap to get on the dashboard in my other&amp;nbsp; blog.&amp;nbsp; Mark my words they are going to make that permanent, the new one and I don’t like it much.&amp;nbsp; They have a place for comments about their new interface.&amp;nbsp; I would tell them the truth.&amp;nbsp; I hate it. Yesterday I could not find the button that says go back if you don’t like what you are seeing.&amp;nbsp; It never did work. Well you lazy bones, I better get this posted before everyone comes to visit.&amp;nbsp; That sounds like I have a flock of geese or chickens.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6836572263927795188?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6836572263927795188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6836572263927795188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6836572263927795188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6836572263927795188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-been-commenting-and-forgot-all.html' title='I have been commenting and forgot all about writing my bog.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8301681679863147761</id><published>2011-12-20T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:23:16.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is the 20th already</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;I am just not having a very good sleeping pattern.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don’t know what the problem is.&amp;nbsp; Never was&amp;nbsp; the best but not this early. I managed to stay in bed till a little before five but was awake from 1:30 on. Makes for a long day.&amp;nbsp; No snow yet and would just as soon have none, they were talking blizzard on part of Kansas and over laps in to Ne.&amp;nbsp; Supposed to creep over in to Nebr. But the weather man says if we get any it will be a dusting.&amp;nbsp; The last time he said dusting we got 4 inches which is not bad, but ice under it.&amp;nbsp; They are also saying tomorrow or Thurs.&amp;nbsp; We will get more.&amp;nbsp; I would not mind an inch or 2 but if it rains first which has been the pattern and it will be icy. Can’t control the weather.&amp;nbsp; DD are you ok?&amp;nbsp; Just that one little comment Sunday or Sat.&amp;nbsp; Just hope you are ok.&amp;nbsp; Can’t get sick at this time of year.&amp;nbsp; Miss your orneriness.&amp;nbsp; Went in Facebook yesterday and It just does not draw my interest at all any more,&amp;nbsp; Never did but I went in.&amp;nbsp; I ordered two fleece outfits that were on sale in a catalog.&amp;nbsp; I had ordered from them before when I was working. I ordered them 2 sizes bigger because I know they shrink from that place.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough the 2 that were on sale shrank.&amp;nbsp; I ordered the same thing in a not sale item and much more well made..&amp;nbsp; I think they shrank but I think I am going to&amp;nbsp; have to run them through a cold water rinse and put them back in the dryer with the heat in low and see if it will shrink anymore..&amp;nbsp; I get very&amp;nbsp; uptight when I am dealing with more expensive items.&amp;nbsp; I have not bought anything for myself for so long, in clothes I really was not sure of the size&amp;nbsp; these seem to be working pretty well.&amp;nbsp; It will be 20 years tomorrow since&amp;nbsp; my son Alan, died.&amp;nbsp; Still seems like yesterday but I am dealing with it better.&amp;nbsp; I want to get a live wreath ad take out to him.&amp;nbsp; Maybe today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#663399" size="4" face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8301681679863147761?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8301681679863147761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8301681679863147761&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8301681679863147761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8301681679863147761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-it-is-20th-already.html' title='Here it is the 20th already'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6790334136459245324</id><published>2011-12-19T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:41:07.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day and so far no snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Woke at 4:00 AM and could not get back to sleep so I got up.&amp;nbsp; First I will explain the picture as best I can.&amp;nbsp; On the snow bank, I was first, then my sister Nell, Mabel, and Grace.&amp;nbsp; Graces either husband or boyfriend on the running board of the car.&amp;nbsp; That was the road we walked on to school.&amp;nbsp; Usually when their was a large amount of snow it would take the grader and men with shovels to open the road.&amp;nbsp; As you can see the road is starting to melt and it turned into pure mud when the frost went out of it.&amp;nbsp; You can see the tracks in the road.&amp;nbsp; You always stayed in that track. If not you were stuck.&amp;nbsp; Luckily there was not much traffic.&amp;nbsp; That was not an exceptional amount of snow,&amp;nbsp; It was about that much when we got our first&amp;nbsp; good sized snow.&amp;nbsp; Sorry Jack, Joe and Ron both could not figure out what kind of a car it was.&amp;nbsp; That picture is old.&amp;nbsp; From my size on there I would say I was about 10 or 12. I would say it was taken in about 1939.&amp;nbsp; The car would not have been a new one.&amp;nbsp; How my sister&amp;nbsp; Grace. ever got up there is beyond me.&amp;nbsp; She is the sister who had polio and was left with one leg crippled.&amp;nbsp; After many surgeries they managed to stretch it, wear special built up shoes and a brace.&amp;nbsp; She never let her being crippled stop her so I am sure she made it up there on her own.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to figure out who took the pictures. In winter that is about all I remember is lots of snow. We never had a snow day like they do now if there is a big snow.&amp;nbsp; The teacher just roomed right across the road from the school, so she was always there.&amp;nbsp; I used to take my lunch in a clean syrup can until someone finally got me a lunch box.&amp;nbsp; Mom would make me wear those awful, but warm long tan socks to school to help keep me warm. I was not the only one to wear them.&amp;nbsp; When WE girls decided it was warm enough we would get out of sight from mom and roll them down, thinking they looked better.&amp;nbsp; We tried to make them look like anklets. That did not work to well.&amp;nbsp; Ron and Kathy are going to Arkansas and see the kids dad and his wife.&amp;nbsp; They stopped in with a big box of 4 different cheese, 4 small rolls of sausage with a cutting board and a special knife, a poinsettia, home made Banana bread and a package of Miller &amp;amp; Paine cinnamon rolls, the melt in your mouth kind.&amp;nbsp; Miller and Paine sold out years ago but some place here bought the recipe for the rolls and their macaroni and cheese.&amp;nbsp; Anyone that worked downtown went to their basement for lunch or upstairs on 2nd floor to their tea room. His dads readings on his defribulator, pacemaker are running about like Joe’s did when the wire came loose in his&amp;nbsp; heart. They are waiting to see if the recent change of med’s may have caused it.&amp;nbsp; I just hope the weather stays good for their trip down and back.&amp;nbsp; They are forecasting snow but maybe not to much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6790334136459245324?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6790334136459245324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6790334136459245324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6790334136459245324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6790334136459245324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-day-and-so-far-no-snow.html' title='One more day and so far no snow'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3609370937012833683</id><published>2011-12-18T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:37:56.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What life is about: What life is about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-life-is-about_18.html"&gt;What life is about: What life is about&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:13px" href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk"&gt;'via Blog this'&lt;/a&gt; Notice Picture to your left.
Not for sissies.

Full Page mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3609370937012833683?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3609370937012833683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3609370937012833683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3609370937012833683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3609370937012833683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-life-is-about-what-life-is-about_18.html' title='What life is about: What life is about'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-361258220320854953</id><published>2011-12-18T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:55:45.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arthritis is a bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers are the best.'/><title type='text'>I hope this gets to the right blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Now it is nearly oversize print and I didn’t set it that way.&amp;nbsp; I added my other blog.&amp;nbsp; Something fixed it.&amp;nbsp; Better take what I can get.&amp;nbsp; I went to Shopko and spent every penny of the 100.00 gift card.&amp;nbsp; Very little on me but I got my shopping done.&amp;nbsp; Always do . I picked something out for Joe&amp;nbsp; that was really frivolous.&amp;nbsp; It is a small water fall.&amp;nbsp; If he don’t like it, I will, so you know&amp;nbsp; I didn’t waste to much time getting it, of coarse&amp;nbsp; I got him some socks.&amp;nbsp; Since one leg is always swollen I have to be careful what type I get. I got him a pretty card and treated us both to a new pillow.&amp;nbsp; Pillow’s can get quite expensive but I got&amp;nbsp; these that were 25.99&amp;nbsp; a piece on sale for 19.99.&amp;nbsp; Spunky has a brand new dog bed I got when he was so stiff.&amp;nbsp; He went in there and I saw him coming back to where we were&amp;nbsp; he had a corner of the dog bed in his mouth and he drug it over to his toy box and actually tried to poke it in with his nose. He apparently had never used a dog bed before.&amp;nbsp; Still has not. Joe&amp;nbsp; has tacked a piece of pliable&amp;nbsp; tin to keep him from chewing up any more molding next to the door.&amp;nbsp; We will be at Connie’s Christmas Eve if&amp;nbsp; it doesn’t snow us out.&amp;nbsp; We will not be gone as long as when Ron and Kathy had their dinner.&amp;nbsp; Of course I got him some treats that I&amp;nbsp; can take out and just wrap one or 2 for Christmas. and dole the rest out a little at a time.&amp;nbsp; I was barely able to get to the car, but I did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was doing some serious hurting for a while.&amp;nbsp; Since I blew my gift card, I won’t be getting anew hi def&amp;nbsp; tv but they had a 32 inch one on sale for 249.00, so I am thinking if the kids give me gift cards for Christmas all to the same store&amp;nbsp; Maybe then.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-361258220320854953?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/361258220320854953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=361258220320854953&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/361258220320854953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/361258220320854953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hope-this-gets-to-right-blog.html' title='I hope this gets to the right blog'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3144268066395582288</id><published>2011-12-17T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:43:54.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is supposed to be a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Possibly&amp;nbsp; 45 or 50.&amp;nbsp; That would be a real heat wave but guess what it is supposed to do starting Mon.&amp;nbsp; You got it!!&amp;nbsp; More snow!!&amp;nbsp; I guess Sheila and Shirl&amp;nbsp; must have started their Snow Dance again,&amp;nbsp; Ok girls , just keep it down!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Robert is not getting snow either and said it was highly unlikely.&amp;nbsp; If we get some I hope it will be just enough&amp;nbsp; to cover the ground lightly so we have a white Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I must remember to pick a Birthday card for Christopher’s daddy.&amp;nbsp; His birthday is Christmas Eve day .&amp;nbsp; I am going shopping today to finish up.&amp;nbsp; Have to go to&amp;nbsp; Shopko.&amp;nbsp; That is&amp;nbsp; where Larry bought my gift card.&amp;nbsp; I would really like to buy a High Def TV but our Sony we have had for years, is still going on. very well.&amp;nbsp; They are having&amp;nbsp; so many sales and I would not be able to even think of a new one if I had not had such generous kids for my birthday.&amp;nbsp; I think of&amp;nbsp; spending it, for anything other than&amp;nbsp; very useful , needed items for Joe or me or Spunky.&amp;nbsp; Spunky is acting a lot better now that it is dry and warm enough to go for longer walks with Joe.&amp;nbsp; We will still take him in after the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Hope for the best.&amp;nbsp; I can only walk so far and Their scooters would be hard to get through people if it was crowded.&amp;nbsp; I probably would be running over everyone.&amp;nbsp; I am going to say this and it is for the ladies.&amp;nbsp; While I was&amp;nbsp; looking for that blasted charger, I was going through all of my drawers.&amp;nbsp; I found this box that said Grandkid Jewelry. They were necklaces&amp;nbsp; the grandkids had bought for me all tangled up.&amp;nbsp; I noticed they needed cleaned up after I&amp;nbsp; patiently, yeagh, right, after I got them untangled and I could only think of baking soda to clean them.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered I had a Polident tablet to clean dentures.&amp;nbsp; I put them in the polident&amp;nbsp; tablet dissolved with water, and they are very bright and clean.&amp;nbsp; I did it one at a time. I have one that goes over my head but the others have clasps.&amp;nbsp; My fingers are not that good at small things any more.&amp;nbsp; Jack I did separate that word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3144268066395582288?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3144268066395582288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3144268066395582288&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3144268066395582288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3144268066395582288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-is-supposed-to-be-beautiful-day.html' title='Today is supposed to be a beautiful day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8833956140683505246</id><published>2011-12-16T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:21:30.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, and I am still  here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;J&lt;font color="#c0504d"&gt;ust starting&amp;nbsp; to come back to life and wake up.&amp;nbsp; I did sleep later than usual.&amp;nbsp; Nearly 6:30.&amp;nbsp; That is so rare but nice for a change.&amp;nbsp; Only problem with that is I wake up with a faint headache when I am&amp;nbsp; in bed&amp;nbsp; longer than usual.&amp;nbsp; I let my other headaches stay in bed. That is Joe and Spunky.&amp;nbsp; Actually they have both been pretty good.&amp;nbsp; Probably know it is getting close to Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We are supposed to have 2 nice days.&amp;nbsp; Near 40 today and around 45 tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Then I think bad weather may be in the forecast.&amp;nbsp; Now on to the tale of cellphones. Cheap phones, not like all my kids have and their kids that are old enough to have a phone.&amp;nbsp; I do not like any cell phone.!&amp;nbsp; Joe bought us each one a few years back. Joe takes his with him everywhere when he leaves the house.&amp;nbsp; I encourage that because of his heart condition.&amp;nbsp; However I activated mine and used up one card mostly laying on the table.&amp;nbsp; To make a long story short every time I leave the house Joe wants me to take his cell phone and I tell him if he is going to be walking Spunky he needs it.&amp;nbsp; Now he bought 2 cell phones, remember. so their should not be a problem.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't waste that 19.50 or whatever it costs when I never used mine so I&amp;nbsp; put it on&amp;nbsp; the table and I just never paid any attention until yesterday, I thought I should&amp;nbsp; reactivate that phone and try to remember to at least act like I am using it. I looked all over the place in every nook and cranny for it.&amp;nbsp; I was in places I haven’t been for quite a while and (I need to clean house), but I couldn’t find it.&amp;nbsp; So Joe came back from walking Spunky and I asked him if he had seen it.&amp;nbsp; He found it after looking all over, in one of his small baskets he keeps his medicine in. His charger fit mine since they were the same.&amp;nbsp; We plugged it in and it charged for hours and I kept checking it and finally said battery fully charged.&amp;nbsp; It still won’t work and I am thinking maybe it just wont hold a charge.&amp;nbsp; So I said I have the Samsung somewhere.&amp;nbsp; Finally found it, but guess what??&amp;nbsp; We can’t find the charger for it and it is different than&amp;nbsp; the 2 phones Joe bought.&amp;nbsp; Now all in all I decided to use the phone because we argue every time I leave the house with out a cell phone.&amp;nbsp; So the search will begin today again when everyone is up and fed.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention I HATE CELL PHONES. If we find it I will use it because&amp;nbsp; it is 20.00 dollars for the card, and maybe I can leave home without a hassle from Joe. Robert look at that little boy of yours and just will&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; to out some Christmas cheer in your life.&amp;nbsp; Decorate your lemon tree.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8833956140683505246?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8833956140683505246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8833956140683505246&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8833956140683505246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8833956140683505246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-day-and-i-am-still-here.html' title='Another day, and I am still  here'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6627172809173733489</id><published>2011-12-15T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:46:05.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to my advice, never ever try to figure your checkbook first thing in the AM!!  Have a headache!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Why do I destroy a whole day by figuring my checkbook.&amp;nbsp; What a bummer. Oh well live and learn.&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to be sunny and colder today.&amp;nbsp; That is fine with me. It has been dreary and raining Mon, Tue, Wed. We have not had any snow for a while.&amp;nbsp; I think Sheila and Shirl are tired out from dancing. Now that is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Shirl says she has been to busy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Ron and Kathy are thinking about going to his dad’s for Christmas, in Arkansas.&amp;nbsp; I don’t make any suggestions but if the weather is bad, I hope they don’t go.&amp;nbsp; I always worry about them till they get back, but Kathy’s mom really goes off&amp;nbsp; if they are not back just exactly when they say they will be.&amp;nbsp; I guess when Larry was down there Duane said so more intubation, and no more getting patched up to let them live for a while.&amp;nbsp; His wife who had complications from a surgery, said no more liver biopsies.&amp;nbsp; Sounds to me like the way I feel at times. Life isn’t so bad for me.&amp;nbsp; My left hip is starting to not want to hold me up off and on.&amp;nbsp; Every time I get in the shower my Knee hurts, that is every other day. Also every time I sit down and stand up.&amp;nbsp; It gave on me a little bit night before last.&amp;nbsp; However there are a lot of people worse off than me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;I am waiting to see DD’s dress or whatever she comes up with out of that fabric.. She says she is not a good cook, but that pie was yummy delicious even if it looked like a patched hole.&amp;nbsp; It looks exactly like mine would.&amp;nbsp; I did not make this more narrow. I really don’t like it when the computer does its own thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6627172809173733489?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6627172809173733489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6627172809173733489&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6627172809173733489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6627172809173733489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/listen-to-my-advice-never-ever-try-to.html' title='Listen to my advice, never ever try to figure your checkbook first thing in the AM!!  Have a headache!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4573194156238296578</id><published>2011-12-14T05:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:12:54.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has rained all night most of the DAY FROM NOON ON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Gabriola"&gt;It has been raining&lt;font size="5"&gt; since about noon yesterday.&amp;nbsp; At first Spunky would not go out but eventually he knew he needed to go out and do his thing. He wasted no time out there.&amp;nbsp; Well, Jack, I guess I will keep Joe here.&amp;nbsp; He has a granddaddy of a cold but he would not tell me he didn’t feel well&amp;nbsp; I figured it out last night.&amp;nbsp; He was able to sleep most of the night but I stayed awake, not intentionally but I was worried about him, so I lay there and maybe grabbed a few winks, but very few.&amp;nbsp; He was breathing so quiet I was not sure he was still breathing.&amp;nbsp; So I laid awake most of the night.&amp;nbsp; Now guess who feels like death warmed over.&amp;nbsp; Yep drippy nose and after my trip to the doctor and back my legs and knee and hips are screaming this morning. Tried&amp;nbsp; sleeping in the recliner this morning but&amp;nbsp; I need the TV on and it is to early to put it on.&amp;nbsp; Shirl said if I send Joe to you, Jack, she wanted to have Spunky.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She said she has not snow danced for a week because&amp;nbsp; she is to busy.&amp;nbsp; That would be about right for no snow.&amp;nbsp; Her story stands up to the weather here.&amp;nbsp; I bet Sheila brought us the rain. Hopefully he, Joe will act more normal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course&amp;nbsp; I should know After over 40 tears of marriage I should know when he is just not up to par. I got up and turned this on and it said I had 12 updates from windows.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that was the problem, yesterday but DD had trouble to, with her blog not doing the right thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4573194156238296578?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4573194156238296578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4573194156238296578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4573194156238296578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4573194156238296578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-rained-all-night-most-of-day.html' title='It has rained all night most of the DAY FROM NOON ON.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6103474078428596043</id><published>2011-12-13T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:47:23.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;I am going&amp;nbsp; to run in and get my shower over and get dressed and go get my blood checked.&amp;nbsp; Better get it done cause it looks like mist anything&amp;nbsp; could happen, like snow, sleet. rain.&amp;nbsp; Nast looking day so far. Later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;I am back and detours all over the place.&amp;nbsp; Blood came out good enough.&amp;nbsp; Jack, how about if I send Joe down for a few months.&amp;nbsp; I need a LONG BREAK..&amp;nbsp; Everything goes ok until I leave by myself. Let me correct myself. fairly OK.&amp;nbsp; He is a real pain in the neck at times.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that is because he worries, but if he knew how much him worrying about me, mostly when I am in&amp;nbsp; the car, ALONE, enjoying the peace and quiet, bugs me , he would ease off.&amp;nbsp; DD I think blogger is screwed up.&amp;nbsp; I left my monitor on and came home and it was off.&amp;nbsp; When I turned it on it said “windows did not shut down properly”&amp;nbsp; Someone else said they were having trouble with it.&amp;nbsp; My internet is just crazy.&amp;nbsp; 2 times now in the last week or so it has acted up.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy that warm air Jack.&amp;nbsp; When it is warm here at this time of year we know a big snow is not far behind. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6103474078428596043?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6103474078428596043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6103474078428596043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6103474078428596043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6103474078428596043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-quick-line.html' title='Just a quick line'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2116058250715836441</id><published>2011-12-12T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:45:13.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must get this if I can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lyWsm9S_OoM/TuZZrWzkw_I/AAAAAAAAO-I/DQX4OHVlIZ0/s1600-h/DSCN0434%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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I have one gift&amp;nbsp; ordered which should be coming any time.&amp;nbsp; We do not buy for all the grandkids and great Grand kids. We just don’t have the money now that we are on Social Security.&amp;nbsp; I don’t buy for one if I can’t buy for all I don’t buy for one, even little Christopher.&amp;nbsp; If Joe needs something practical I try to get that for him.&amp;nbsp; He does not read my blog, barely comes close to it, so I can safely say the gift I have ordered is house slippers.&amp;nbsp; He is so hard on shoes and slippers, I ordered these from llBean and paid a little more than the cheap ones I usually buy. Hope they are a little more durable.&amp;nbsp; I think he wears them out looking at the thermometer that we have in the house that tells both indoor and outdoor temperatures then he call the weather number. By the time&amp;nbsp; it is time to take Spunky he goes through that routine again.&amp;nbsp; I told him if he wasn’t&amp;nbsp; careful he would wear the rug out in paths.&amp;nbsp; I think we are going to take Spunky down this week and see if she will test&amp;nbsp; the lumps under one leg and also the one near his voice box.&amp;nbsp; He sometimes&amp;nbsp; makes weird noises and seems to choke more easily.&amp;nbsp; We got him about this time and the owners said he was a year.&amp;nbsp; He must be about 10 now.&amp;nbsp; His joints hurt so we have him on Cosequine, 2 tablets a day, and that is so expensive.&amp;nbsp; Our dogs usually live a long time, like 14 to 15 years because they get better care than we do.&amp;nbsp; We may wait till after Christmas cause&amp;nbsp; if&amp;nbsp; the vet says he is in pain or those lumps are cancer&amp;nbsp; and he is in pain, he will not be made to suffer, just because we want to keep him.&amp;nbsp; It is so hard to make that choice and Joe will never say, it is for the best.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to take that chance. We had to have my little schnauzer put to sleep while he was in the hospital with heart surgery. She would have heart attack after heart attack,where she would just go unconscious and after a while get up and you would never know she had anything wrong.&amp;nbsp; But it got to where she would have 8 or 10 a day, she could not hear very well nor see.&amp;nbsp; I managed to keep his German shepherd alive until he had been home for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Mitzi was 12 and Max was 11.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2415538293689473488?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2415538293689473488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2415538293689473488&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2415538293689473488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2415538293689473488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-morning-everyone.html' title='Good morning everyone'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7865627439908989603</id><published>2011-12-11T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T07:52:52.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have revived my old blog????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;It is tricky for me but not for a Computer savvy person. I made the mistake of trying to start a new blog from the new interface because my other would not pull up by the title I wanted.&amp;nbsp; Hope I have patched it up so I don’t have to do&amp;nbsp; anything else.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell.&amp;nbsp; That new interface is for the smart?? people.&amp;nbsp; I am to old to be smart about anything except just keep putting one foot ahead of the other, then I know I am alive.&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to get up to 45 today., BUT, the weather forecast said starting tonight sleet, snow, rain combo is moving in for Mon, Tues, wed.,Thurs, and Fri.. I don’t think this is how it should be. Sheila and Shirl come on up and I bet you would not last a full 5 days.&amp;nbsp; Snow is pretty when it first falls and blankets the place, but when it melts it is nasty stuff .&amp;nbsp; We have gone to work and home many a time in that Nasty stuff. Now I just&amp;nbsp; stay in.&amp;nbsp; I still haven’t had my blood checked, but I am still alive. I think I better stop for now.&amp;nbsp; This does not look right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7865627439908989603?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7865627439908989603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7865627439908989603&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7865627439908989603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7865627439908989603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-may-have-revived-my-old-blog.html' title='I may have revived my old blog????'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1022832788049600458</id><published>2011-12-10T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:03:47.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Here goes nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;I am trying to revive my old blog.&amp;nbsp; I am going to try to revive it and see what happens. It is just sitting there doing nothing so will see if this does any good or not.&amp;nbsp; I had a different line of followers but don't mind if any one here wants to visit&amp;nbsp; and comment.&amp;nbsp; Guess what!!! There is no snow forecast for the weekend and it could get up to 45 tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I will believe that wen I see it.&amp;nbsp; Traffic is moving good on Highway 2 so I think it maybe didn't refreeze.&amp;nbsp; I have a gift ordered for Joe and hope it gets here soon.&amp;nbsp; We both have all we need and since he gets me chocolate’s, more than enough I am going to get him one.&amp;nbsp; I think last year I wound up with about 3 boxes between Joe and the kids who get them as a gift from work and I wind up with them.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, I was going to add that no forecast for snow today, BUT, snow 4 times next week. I am getting to where I don’t want to watch the weather., cause they have been right so many times. For a while they were missing it every day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1022832788049600458?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1022832788049600458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1022832788049600458&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1022832788049600458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1022832788049600458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1523317088382402518</id><published>2011-12-10T13:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:00:31.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What life is about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Can't revive my other blog.  It is so old it will come up but the title is grayed out.  May start another one of these days, but not now.
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Full Page mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2916524348554403052?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2916524348554403052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2916524348554403052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2916524348554403052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2916524348554403052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-life-is-about.html' title='What life is about'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3789001439324705795</id><published>2011-12-09T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:40:01.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if there is such, as a renewed life, like an insurance policy before it lapses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Like my life could be renewed if I chose to have a few more days on this earth.&amp;nbsp; I don’t think it will happen, even if possible.&amp;nbsp; I will be all worn out. and&amp;nbsp; if I had more life I would want a younger body to go with it.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that would be a bit much.&amp;nbsp; That picture was taken across the street at a bank.&amp;nbsp; I stood on my front porch and took it.&amp;nbsp; It was about 30 degrees when I took that.&amp;nbsp; I changed design.&amp;nbsp; I just think I need to get all the Christmas scenes I can before Christmas has come and gone. Not sure about this one.&amp;nbsp; It may not look to good, and if it don’t I will live with it.&amp;nbsp; Nathan, that has Christopher came over and scooped our walk.&amp;nbsp; I just appreciate it so much. Chris turned one on Dec. 6th.&amp;nbsp; His mom is really short and I think he is going to take after her on height.&amp;nbsp; He is just a little peanut.&amp;nbsp; But cute, His hair is light red, what he has of it, and he looks bald in the pictures cause the hair don’t&amp;nbsp; show up. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;As for the snow,&amp;nbsp; it is pretty, the first time I see it but now it has progressed to lots of accidents because of the ice underneath.&amp;nbsp; I think we will have a white Christmas which will be nice I guess, but if it is to much we won’t go&amp;nbsp; to Connie’s for Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; Actually I am sick of it right now and it sounds like we will get a lot more.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-We7bqasVcWs/TuIPna50u5I/AAAAAAAAO8c/u9BFLDaLATs/s1600-h/100_0111%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100_0111" border="0" alt="100_0111" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RlEM7RWEkKk/TuIPnzzUP8I/AAAAAAAAO8k/5cB22JlJtU0/100_0111_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="103" height="74"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wbUiNYfLjOM/TuIPo9PLddI/AAAAAAAAO8s/9O2Q-YJmENc/s1600-h/DSCN2489%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN2489" border="0" alt="DSCN2489" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-d14c0iGkKiA/TuIPpc-mwiI/AAAAAAAAO80/EEpbFB4GjI4/DSCN2489_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Sw6ekvnJPbc/TuIPqalxDZI/AAAAAAAAO88/Oe5AXmf6otM/s1600-h/DSCN2488%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN2488" border="0" alt="DSCN2488" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wwz0zm7_5Tc/TuIPqzSjxgI/AAAAAAAAO9E/IWs_q39OYuE/DSCN2488_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K9RdgTrjK0A/TuIPrq3LcFI/AAAAAAAAO9M/ui_0T3UqPpA/s1600-h/DSCN2486%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN2486" border="0" alt="DSCN2486" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ha1K1Ayv-6M/TuIPsEP_NaI/AAAAAAAAO9U/qXjSJNWuF2k/DSCN2486_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3789001439324705795?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3789001439324705795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3789001439324705795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3789001439324705795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3789001439324705795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wonder-if-there-is-such-as-renewed.html' title='I wonder if there is such, as a renewed life, like an insurance policy before it lapses'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RlEM7RWEkKk/TuIPnzzUP8I/AAAAAAAAO8k/5cB22JlJtU0/s72-c/100_0111_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3484990003511121544</id><published>2011-12-08T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:51:46.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow today, weatherman said DUSTING???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3484990003511121544?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3484990003511121544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3484990003511121544&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3484990003511121544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3484990003511121544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/snow-today-weatherman-said-dusting.html' title='Snow today, weatherman said DUSTING???'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bcCUVD3cBs/TuEU4XduX0I/AAAAAAAAO8U/Z9zvN3tzasQ/s72-c/100_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2349058579805512853</id><published>2011-12-08T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:41:44.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No snow yet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Courier New"&gt;It can stay that way.&amp;nbsp; Our weather man showed snow 4 days on the calendar in the next 7 days.&amp;nbsp; He said he thought what snow we got today would be light.&amp;nbsp; I should go get my blood checked.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for a nice day.&amp;nbsp; It is sure to be cold out there and it is still slick in spots.I got my packet from Blue Cross PPO.&amp;nbsp; I made a good choice I think. All of my doctors and hospitals are in there and the knee is definitely giving me warnings so I suppose in January sometime, I will go to the orthopedist.They deduct it out of my Social Security check. I know I made the best choice for me but I hate the amount I will be paying.I have my first cold of the year, and it is a doozy.&amp;nbsp; I sit here surrounded by snow and Robert has oranges and lemons nearly ripe enough to eat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2349058579805512853?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2349058579805512853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2349058579805512853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2349058579805512853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2349058579805512853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-snow-yet.html' title='No snow yet!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4894795655396898082</id><published>2011-12-07T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:45:41.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are having a heat wave, It was 16 a while ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Sure beats 3 above.&amp;nbsp; It stayed so cold all day yesterday.&amp;nbsp; They say it may get in the lower 30’s today.&amp;nbsp; Then they think snow will be coming in again Thursday.&amp;nbsp; We cooked all summer and looks like we will freeze all winter.&amp;nbsp; I posted my header picture so you all could see my&amp;nbsp; tree made of hangers.&amp;nbsp; Joe got it from a man he used to work with,&amp;nbsp; his wife has cancer and she made some of those.&amp;nbsp; That tree is about 7 years old.&amp;nbsp; Has held up really well considering&amp;nbsp; how much is filled with garland and lights.&amp;nbsp; We have another if I can get a picture of the top of the display.&amp;nbsp; I have one but I must say for some reason my pictures down loaded&amp;nbsp; in the wrong size.&amp;nbsp; I think we have to much on the&amp;nbsp; gaudy side.&amp;nbsp; But everything he brought up had to go on there, except the tattered wreath, Jack. Most of our things are pretty old, like me. Jean. I don’t think you are reading my blog much any more but when I said Sheila was a bad influence on Shirl on snow dancing.&amp;nbsp; It is just an on going&amp;nbsp; joke, all in good natured fun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4894795655396898082?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4894795655396898082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4894795655396898082&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4894795655396898082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4894795655396898082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-having-heat-wave-it-was-16-while.html' title='We are having a heat wave, It was 16 a while ago'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3910439427397641680</id><published>2011-12-06T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:07:15.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cold.   3 above zero!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack, you need to be here right now.&amp;nbsp; It is 3 above zero and I bet that would take some of the starch out of your britches.&amp;nbsp; We have lots of snow and you could hook a U-haul up and dump lots of snow on Sheila and Shirl’s house.&lt;font size="4"&gt; They are still wanting&amp;nbsp; Snow and dancing like crazy!!&amp;nbsp; I keep telling them to STOP DANCING and they don’t listen to me.&amp;nbsp; DD lives where it is warm and she does not want snow.&amp;nbsp; That is because my defender is a normal warm blooded person.&amp;nbsp; I thought most men didn’t know anything and&amp;nbsp; that includes my husband but I decided men know a lot.&amp;nbsp; Especially how to irritate their spouses&lt;/font&gt; .&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sheila has been a bad influence on Shirl as far as snow. lol&amp;nbsp; I bet their were lots of accidents last night.&amp;nbsp; My header is last year or maybe even a year before that, but we put our’ s up last night.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the last time except for one tree and Santa and my Angels. Joe brought up a wreath for the DOOR.&amp;nbsp; I had an old one on the same hanger.&amp;nbsp; Looks scraggly and had no intention of putting it anywhere..&amp;nbsp; He wanted to put on the wall&amp;nbsp; behind the door.&amp;nbsp; I said no, it was an old wreath that I would send to the salvation army, If he ever found some boxes that were not to heavy I could send a lot more.&amp;nbsp; Like about 100 vases and lots of clothes.&amp;nbsp; He kept putting that wreath on the wall, that stubborn Bohunk,&amp;nbsp; I finally said I will think, about it but it won’t be in the wall.&amp;nbsp; I have no intention of putting that wreath up anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I am out of room, but Jack , you and Sherry and bring Sheila and Shirl really&amp;nbsp; need to come to the great state of Ne. and help yourselves to any of the snow on the ground.&amp;nbsp; I am sure people won’t mind.&amp;nbsp; Of course if you take my alcoholic’s snow&amp;nbsp; you may all get drunk from the fumes that have been wafting over it from their breath.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3910439427397641680?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3910439427397641680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3910439427397641680&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3910439427397641680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3910439427397641680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-cold-3-above-zero.html' title='It is cold.   3 above zero!!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8977148209637105033</id><published>2011-12-05T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:25:52.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cold day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;At least there is no more snow.&amp;nbsp; Do not&amp;nbsp; get me wrong, there is still lots of&amp;nbsp; SNOW.&amp;nbsp; It has gone nowhere.&amp;nbsp; It melted on the sidewalks once we got them scooped, thanks to the grandson.&amp;nbsp; He insists he is 100% from his broken back but he was hurting after scooping that heavy wet snow.&amp;nbsp; Traffic is moving pretty good.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t hear how many accidents there were yesterday but they were warned not to go out on the streets unless it was your work or something that they had to do.&amp;nbsp; We had some black ice in places.&amp;nbsp; I think it is very cold.&amp;nbsp; I will have to check my temperature gauge on my blog&amp;nbsp; when this posts.&amp;nbsp; I am using Live Writer today.&amp;nbsp; I told my hair dresser when I was in Thurs. to not cut my hair as short.&amp;nbsp; Just trim where she could see it had outgrown from the last time.&amp;nbsp; She has been pretty good but she cut it really a bit to short.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy to deal with though I shouldn’t&amp;nbsp; complain.&amp;nbsp; I am just about turky’d out..&amp;nbsp; We have had turkey salad, turkey noodle soup, turkey sandwiches, Turkey casserole. and I have 2 packs of the white meat of the turkey frozen, plus the makings of something else.&amp;nbsp; I can’t look a gift horse in the mouth. It has been a lifesaver I must say.&amp;nbsp; I have sneaked in&amp;nbsp; other meals to keep from getting tired of the Turkey..&amp;nbsp; Jack I know you think my husband is a wonderful man&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; However that wonderful man drives&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; crazy.&amp;nbsp; He is also bossy or says”if I were you I would do&amp;nbsp; whatever I am doing, his way.”&amp;nbsp; When I say this throw rug needs washing I mean now and he says, I will do it. I say ok and he is still getting to it a week later.&amp;nbsp; He has a fit if I sneak down the steps.&amp;nbsp; One thing he doesn’t do is offer to cook and that is a good thing. Itwould be scrambled eggs and toast every day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8977148209637105033?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8977148209637105033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8977148209637105033&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8977148209637105033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8977148209637105033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-cold-day.html' title='Another cold day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1558291502663433066</id><published>2011-12-04T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:48:18.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to tell you the good news.&amp;nbsp; Joe went to the mailbox yesterday and came in with a package from&amp;nbsp; the Heart Institute and I got 3 more bottles from the manufacturer of the 300.00 a bottle I take for my a-fib.&amp;nbsp; That was a real gift for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1558291502663433066?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1558291502663433066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1558291502663433066&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1558291502663433066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1558291502663433066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2149892768201597628</id><published>2011-12-04T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:34:43.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandkids'/><title type='text'>Ice, snow, freezing rain, It is Ne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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I am using the new interface. &amp;nbsp;I filled &amp;nbsp;out a survey and they asked &amp;nbsp;what I &amp;nbsp;thought of it and I said dissatisfied &amp;nbsp;and all I said in all the boxes I just preferred my old dashboard and I could not get to it. &amp;nbsp;I said honestly, that it was something that with time, I would feel better about it. &amp;nbsp;They asked to follow me and I gave them permission, and I am not sorry. &amp;nbsp;My old dashboard appeared right after. &amp;nbsp;I do think in time this interface will be the only one.. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how many give consent for them to follow, me and I am not sorry. &amp;nbsp;At 82 it is not easy to get used to new fangled&amp;nbsp; things. &amp;nbsp;Neil and Carole , his girlfriend, &amp;nbsp;came over and both scooped. &amp;nbsp;The snow was so wet and heavy. &amp;nbsp;Neill's back was bothering him by the time he got through. &amp;nbsp;Carole was scooping also. &amp;nbsp;She has stood by him through the broken back and she is just great. &amp;nbsp;His rod will stay in his upper back &amp;nbsp;It is that really light stuff, I know I can't spell it right but it is chronium, a very light material. &amp;nbsp;The Doctor told Neil he could break every bone in his body, and his back will never break again. &amp;nbsp;They are going to take out the lower hardware any day and he will be able to bend easier. &amp;nbsp;He was in pain when he got done scooping. &amp;nbsp;They had the snow blower but the snow was so wet and heavy it just caked up in the blades.. My daughter raised her 2 boys right. &amp;nbsp;The neighbor that had to have his leg amputated just recently, has a grown son, and 11 grandkids, most of them are old enough to help a little but they will not come over and scoop. &amp;nbsp;If Joe were able, he would. &amp;nbsp;He is just that kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2149892768201597628?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2149892768201597628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2149892768201597628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2149892768201597628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2149892768201597628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ice-snow-freezing-rain-it-is-ne.html' title='Ice, snow, freezing rain, It is Ne.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-473462556638012505</id><published>2011-12-03T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:05:38.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have lost an old friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not find my old dashboard and I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I am writing this on live writer and will post and see if&amp;nbsp; when I get done I can find my old friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-473462556638012505?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/473462556638012505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=473462556638012505&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/473462556638012505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/473462556638012505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-i-have-lost-old-friend.html' title='I think I have lost an old friend'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5210695249219115301</id><published>2011-12-03T06:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T07:12:34.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierd behaviour.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet'/><title type='text'>We are in for several days of nasty weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I am using the new interface today. &amp;nbsp;I used that while I was trying to &amp;nbsp;get out of cyber hell. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure if posting pictures will be that good. &amp;nbsp;Now on to our wonderful weather. &amp;nbsp;It is actually warm right now at 35. &amp;nbsp;Streets are wet and there is a winter storm watch. Rain turning to snow. A very wet snow according to our weather man. &amp;nbsp;12 Sunday temps &amp;nbsp;are to be high of 30, low 12, Mon.23 high and 0 is to be the low.Tuesday high33 and low of 10, &amp;nbsp;We will be warming up Wed to a balmy 33 degree's, Wed. &amp;nbsp;And all you southerners are thinking their temps are cold. &amp;nbsp;Shirl and Sheila, LISTEN UP. Sheila those heaters you put out are not working. &amp;nbsp;Your dancing has become so strong it just zaps snow this way. &amp;nbsp;CUT THE DANCING OUT!!! You will be burying us. &amp;nbsp;I just bet that you are dancing your legs off . &amp;nbsp;They are warning people that this snow will be very heavy to scoop because it will be so wet. My grandson that broke his back and is back at work and has been for some time, said when we were all at Ron and Kathy for Thanksgiving, he said he would scoop for us. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure if I want him to. He still has screws and hardware in his lower back. &amp;nbsp;He said if he thought &amp;nbsp;he could not do it, he had 2 able bodied boys that can. II think they might have called last night . &amp;nbsp;I was slow getting out of my chair and Joe was in the basement so we didn't get to it. &amp;nbsp;The answering machine kicked in but my family never leaves a message. &amp;nbsp;Well DD, I am still on the right path. &amp;nbsp;I had comments this morning. including yours and Sheila and Shirl's &amp;nbsp;planning their snow dance!!! &amp;nbsp;That is a no, no. &amp;nbsp;Jack said 65 was a cold wave in Florida. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5210695249219115301?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5210695249219115301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5210695249219115301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5210695249219115301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5210695249219115301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-in-for-several-days-of-nasty.html' title='We are in for several days of nasty weather'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>1113-1199 W 11 Rd, Aurora, NE 68818, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.84706035607122 -98.0859375</georss:point><georss:box>28.441720856071218 -118.3007815 53.25239985607122 -77.8710935</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8517184897154334997</id><published>2011-12-02T07:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:27:36.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am writing this in live writer to see if it will find my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Thank you, all for coming to greet this old lady.&amp;nbsp; I was almost ready to delete it and DD came up with the fix!!!!&amp;nbsp; I wrote most of those blogs on that new interface thinking it would find the blog easier than live writer.&amp;nbsp; I had lots of thoughts, that didn’t pan out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;We are supposed to be under a winter storm watch.&amp;nbsp; They were spreading the streets with that liquid stuff to try to prevent icing up.&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to start this morning and go until tonight or possibly into tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Wish I lived in Florida.&amp;nbsp; I saw on CNN where there was a great white shark off the shores of North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; Sheila and Shirl if you started snow dancing already It just may work.&amp;nbsp; I just wish you would keep it in the Carolina’s. Jean said she could see my blog&amp;nbsp; but even so it may have been like DD.&amp;nbsp; If she had tried to comment I bet it would still be floating around out there. Jack, I was Chrome when I started using it several months ago and then I tried IE and that worked worse than any, so back to Chrome.&amp;nbsp; Google and circles&amp;nbsp; and syncing every thing is so different.&amp;nbsp; I am to old to be dragging people into circles.&amp;nbsp; I can even get Picasa on this same page .&amp;nbsp; I have used Picasa for years.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-8517184897154334997?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8517184897154334997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=8517184897154334997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8517184897154334997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/8517184897154334997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-writing-this-in-live-writer-to-see.html' title='I am writing this in live writer to see if it will find my blog'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-8745245045341598594</id><published>2011-12-01T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:06:06.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>This is new to me, but what isn't these last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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I was typing along and all of a sudden it disappeared. &amp;nbsp;I must have said something that I shouldn't &amp;nbsp;have. &amp;nbsp;I am getting to old for this hassle. &amp;nbsp;Blogging was fun but lately it has been a chore because something is just not right. &amp;nbsp;None of my regulars except for my faithful DD apparently can not see my blog or think I died. &amp;nbsp;After all, I was the oldest one of my little &amp;nbsp;list of bloggers. &amp;nbsp;I will be anxious to see if this does the trick. &amp;nbsp;I have been blogging ever since "journals" went out on AOL &amp;nbsp;Maybe this will be the blog that shows up.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am just going to write a quick line tonight.&amp;nbsp; It probably won't be seen by anyone anyway.&amp;nbsp; I am about ready to delete all and start all over. I just got a notice blogger was tracking my blog if I agreed, and I did.&amp;nbsp; I have been blogging for years and I do not know what has happened.&amp;nbsp; Will see what is going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7423110255755172342?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7423110255755172342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7423110255755172342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7423110255755172342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7423110255755172342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-going-to-try-to-see-if-this-helps.html' title='I am going to try to see if this helps.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7908505391973125190</id><published>2011-11-30T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:24:05.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPUTERS ARE EVIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Well at least my friend in India found me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Aharoni"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TaryTerry was here and she is having problems with comments.&lt;font size="5"&gt; Now I&amp;nbsp; feel better.&amp;nbsp; I thought no one would ever find me again.&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-redheart" alt="Red heart" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_NjeN0_9Dpw/TtYucygqgCI/AAAAAAAAO4M/l8Q2V0hlKvk/wlEmoticon-redheart%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;I finally figured out how to brighten my screen.&amp;nbsp; I was working on the dimmest screen and went to help and support, found all I needed.&amp;nbsp; I worked on this darn blog all day yesterday..&amp;nbsp; I finally realized they did not put “help and support” there for nothing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My header is not this years.&amp;nbsp; If I put out any decorations I will put my ceramic tree on TV.&amp;nbsp; This one may show my Mr. and Mrs. Clause and my Angels my&amp;nbsp; daughter in law made for me for my birthdays,25 years ago.&amp;nbsp; They were newly weds.&amp;nbsp; Now everyone in my family got&amp;nbsp; their kids raised and went out&amp;nbsp; to work so all of the home made things stopped.&amp;nbsp; Young families are so busy.&amp;nbsp; As most of you know my oldest son died Dec.21, 1992 at the age of 42 with complications of MS.&amp;nbsp; He loved Christmas.&amp;nbsp; So that time is a bit emotional.&amp;nbsp; I always remember him, miss him, and wish he was still here. I have to be careful not to hurt the families feeing and watch what I say on my blog.&amp;nbsp; In other words I am not the most stable through the month of December&amp;nbsp; but it is much better than a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; If we are not snowed in we will take something Christmassy to put on his grave.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7908505391973125190?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7908505391973125190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7908505391973125190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7908505391973125190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7908505391973125190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-at-least-my-friend-in-india-found.html' title='Well at least my friend in India found me'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_NjeN0_9Dpw/TtYucygqgCI/AAAAAAAAO4M/l8Q2V0hlKvk/s72-c/wlEmoticon-redheart%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1701217282681334108</id><published>2011-11-29T19:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:49:52.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I still alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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I am back in &amp;nbsp;my least favorite spot. Everyone has forgotten me, just because My network went haywire. &amp;nbsp;so now with broken heart I say good buy cruel world. &amp;nbsp;How is that for drama?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1701217282681334108?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1701217282681334108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1701217282681334108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1701217282681334108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1701217282681334108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/am-i-still-alone.html' title='Am I still alone.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4719219292271300780</id><published>2011-11-29T06:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:40:58.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am still alive, this computer is going to do me in, yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sitting here thinking nasty thoughts about this computer.&amp;nbsp; I would like to put it in the deepest hole I could find and cover it up, and forget where I put it.&amp;nbsp; strange part of it is I think it is the operator and I will be in that hole soon enough when it is time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I didn’t notice that this room needed dusting so bad till I spent most of the day in it, yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Then I knew..&amp;nbsp; I might just dust this today and then tell the computer to either do what I say or out the door.&amp;nbsp; Somehow it was Google that did me in.&amp;nbsp; And to think I used to really like Google.&amp;nbsp; I started out in their circles quite a while ago&amp;nbsp; and decided I didn’t want to&amp;nbsp; be there anymore so I just did not go there.&amp;nbsp; Guess where I accidently wound up.&amp;nbsp; Here is the real kicker.&amp;nbsp; I got into that awful area where you can write your blog at the new interface.&amp;nbsp; Now here is one that you all will find very interesting especially Robert.&amp;nbsp; I was not even going to write anything but I thought&amp;nbsp; ok I have done this before so I will see what happens.&amp;nbsp; Now, I know I know the English language is the only one I know, and I had clicked on Greek!&amp;nbsp; I didn’t know it was Greek.&amp;nbsp; I just knew it was foreign to me.&amp;nbsp; I did not figure out what it was until I got to where you would write your blog and saw this area where it said “do you want to translate” and it said&amp;nbsp; Greek.&amp;nbsp; Today I&amp;nbsp; sit here&amp;nbsp; totally wore out but I&amp;nbsp; am back.&amp;nbsp; Now Jack, you can quit laughing cause I am back to my usual dignified self!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4719219292271300780?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4719219292271300780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4719219292271300780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4719219292271300780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4719219292271300780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-am-still-alive-this-computer.html' title='I think I am still alive, this computer is going to do me in, yet'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2153547903932265518</id><published>2011-11-28T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:28:30.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I am going to see if this will show up and if I can get a comment in return. &amp;nbsp;I must get supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2153547903932265518?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2153547903932265518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2153547903932265518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2153547903932265518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2153547903932265518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-long-few-days.html' title='What a long few days'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5111302545498545293</id><published>2011-11-28T06:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:24:22.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will try this again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Will see where this lands.&amp;nbsp; Could be very interesting, or frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I have been all over from Internet Explorer to Google to Chrome. If this posts on any one of&amp;nbsp; the places my blog is, I will be surprised.&amp;nbsp; I just do not think that I should go to bed thinking everything will be the same tomorrow and it isn’t.&amp;nbsp; Downright disgusting. Especially when it is an old lady that just keeps trying to hold her, own with the computer.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1bensdZKAFM/TtOLg428grI/AAAAAAAAO28/6tAZcZGs310/s1600-h/100_0104%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="100_0104" border="0" alt="100_0104" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2EPN4m1mL3c/TtOLhZ-6TtI/AAAAAAAAO3E/nFFGCMUzx-M/100_0104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just wanted you all to see how big those roses opened up&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I thought when I first got them Joe got ripped off.&amp;nbsp; He never takes the price tag off of anything.&amp;nbsp; Lo and behold it, they just kept opening further.&amp;nbsp; Ron and Kathy got me the little basket of flowers.&amp;nbsp; They were so pretty.&amp;nbsp; Had to ditch them yesterday but they held their own from the 16 till today. I got my last Birthday cake out od the freezer.&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hope Joe feels like eating it.&amp;nbsp; He was not feeling very well all day yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Think it could have been a touch of the flu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5111302545498545293?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5111302545498545293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5111302545498545293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5111302545498545293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5111302545498545293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/will-try-this-again.html' title='Will try this again.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2EPN4m1mL3c/TtOLhZ-6TtI/AAAAAAAAO3E/nFFGCMUzx-M/s72-c/100_0104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-2293433832890083114</id><published>2011-11-27T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:17:37.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am more than a little disgusted with my internet provider</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I got ready to write my blog today&amp;nbsp; and every time I would try to bring my blog up it&amp;nbsp; would say I&amp;nbsp; had no internet connection.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; which I didn’t.&amp;nbsp; I finally went and reinstalled&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chrome but still had no internet connection. All of a sudden I was on this Wind stream page which said to type in my&amp;nbsp; name and&amp;nbsp; password and they downloaded a speedy internet connection.&amp;nbsp; That was the entire reason I could not get&amp;nbsp; a connection.&amp;nbsp; They more or less would not let me do anything on the computer but I don’t think they should be able to do that .&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have been held hostage just because I don’t go to Wind stream&amp;nbsp; very often.&amp;nbsp; They have one area where they have tons of recipe’s.&amp;nbsp; Some sound good but I am so used to not using a recipe.&amp;nbsp; Like the sweet potatoes I fixed for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I cooked them, peeled them and stood and looked at them for a while.&amp;nbsp; Got out the brown sugar, I had Joe get, because I thought, just in case I might need&amp;nbsp; some.&amp;nbsp; I dumped some brown sugar in a small pan added a little water ad put a glob of butter in the pan and boiled it for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; Cut up the sweet potato in a Pyrex dish , let me rectify a mistake, that was not butter that was margarine.&amp;nbsp; I sprinkled a little brown sugar&amp;nbsp; over the potatoes and dumped the hot brown sugar over it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was so much better than with marshmallow all over it.&amp;nbsp; Usually if we have yam or sweet potato I bake one and then split it and have&amp;nbsp; margarine on it.&amp;nbsp; For Thanksgiving it just baked right along side my Turkey in a bag. Spunky has not forgot I had turkey in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Last night I fixed hot dogs and he was right at my feet.&amp;nbsp; I get a little carried&amp;nbsp; away at times and throw something together but it always turns&amp;nbsp; out edible. I will get out some sandwich turkey to thaw. Going to post at 2:15.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to get an internet&amp;nbsp; connection at 6:30 this morning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-2293433832890083114?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2293433832890083114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=2293433832890083114&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2293433832890083114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/2293433832890083114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-more-than-little-disgusted-with-my.html' title='I am more than a little disgusted with my internet provider'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-709050596863211472</id><published>2011-11-27T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:58:44.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Impact"&gt;I will be posting later.&amp;nbsp; Computer problems.&amp;nbsp; May be fixed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-709050596863211472?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/709050596863211472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=709050596863211472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/709050596863211472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/709050596863211472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-quick-line.html' title='Just a quick line'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6617466158402598368</id><published>2011-11-26T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:06:06.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit of everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>May as well change themes, everything on TV has</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#c0504d" size="4" face="Constantia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to say this.&amp;nbsp; Christmas was true Christmas when I was little on our farm.&amp;nbsp; I would say that if my brothers were feeling like it they would try to find a tree in a ditch or something.&amp;nbsp; My sisters always complained.&amp;nbsp; They were scraggly.&amp;nbsp; So the next thing that was,in order was try to get them to buy a small tree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had no electricity so mom had bunch of shiny ornaments and tinsel and icicles.&amp;nbsp; We had a star for the top.&amp;nbsp; Various cards that we younger ones made and hung on the tree and then of course we strung popcorn. I had 3 of moms ornaments when I grew up and married, and one of my kids asked if they could have one.&amp;nbsp; I went to pick the three out and it was so old it just crumbled in my hand, as did the other 2.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes we had a garland rope.&amp;nbsp; We all thought it was so pretty when we were growing up.&amp;nbsp; By the way the star was a homemade star.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes a little lopsided.&amp;nbsp; At least now I have something I really treasure.&amp;nbsp; My daughter in law, the very first one, took ceramic classes and made me a very pretty ceramic tree. and gave it to me for my Birthday.&amp;nbsp; The next year it was a Santa Clause, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs.&amp;nbsp; The best was beautiful angels with gold tips on their wings. Now she is&amp;nbsp; nurse and works 5 nights, including weekends 12 hour shifts.&amp;nbsp; In fact the baby picture I put on my header was their&amp;nbsp; youngest daughter’s newest&amp;nbsp; baby.&amp;nbsp; That makes 4.&amp;nbsp; Grampa Larry had to go down and make 2 new rooms in the basement then informed them they better buy a bigger house or figure out, how those kids got here and stop.&amp;nbsp; My son is mush in those grandkids&amp;nbsp; hands.&amp;nbsp; He is 6ft 4 in. and way overweight.&amp;nbsp; Probably well over 200 lbs. I know I keep telling him to duck when he gets around the ceiling fan. I don’t see him much.&amp;nbsp; In his spare time he goes to Missouri to see those grandkids. They have one daughter in Lincoln and she is the mother of Austin and a older daughter, Erin Anne who is nearly 20.&amp;nbsp; I think I better stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-6617466158402598368?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6617466158402598368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=6617466158402598368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6617466158402598368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/6617466158402598368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-as-well-change-themes-everything-on.html' title='May as well change themes, everything on TV has'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3859772928972059709</id><published>2011-11-25T06:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:36:52.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit of everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Spunky'/><title type='text'>A GOOD DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have the honor today of cutting up the rest of the turkey&amp;nbsp; today .&amp;nbsp; It was a good day.&amp;nbsp; Just Spunky, Joe and I.&amp;nbsp; I have news for&amp;nbsp; any one who thinks making a&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving dinner for 2 or 3 counting Spunky is easier&amp;nbsp; than for several.&amp;nbsp; Forget that.&amp;nbsp; I truly spent most of 2 days&amp;nbsp; getting ready for ours.&amp;nbsp; Making things come together at the same time was the hardest for me.&amp;nbsp; Joe took the turkey out of the oven cause it was heavy, sat it down and said “don’t ask me to cut it cause I don’t know how.”&amp;nbsp; I thought, not a problem, I have done this before.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered once I started cutting it that usually that job would be handed&amp;nbsp; over to one of my sisters husbands and now Ron.&amp;nbsp; So I literally&amp;nbsp; butchered that poor turkey with Spunky like a sentinel, waiting for the whole thing to drop.&amp;nbsp; I managed to keep it in one place.&amp;nbsp; The breast was easy, but the leg did not look like a leg and the wing did not look like a wing but it will be cold and easier to handle today.&amp;nbsp; I must have spattered some on the floor cause&amp;nbsp; Spunky was licking like crazy.&amp;nbsp; He is a good cleaner upper.&amp;nbsp; Joe dried some of the dishes for me after my dish drainer&amp;nbsp; would not hold any more.&amp;nbsp; Now I am going to say it was nice being home just the 3 of us. 2 humans and one dog that thinks he is human.&amp;nbsp; Shirl&amp;nbsp; it sounded like you were headed out to a gathering and the food sounded good.&amp;nbsp; You or Sheila or Jean will have to tell me how you southerners fix sweet potato’s.&amp;nbsp; Jean I did cut the gizzard and heart up and put in the stuffing.&amp;nbsp; First I took some of the&amp;nbsp; water I cooked them in and cut up onions and celery and the giblets after I cut the giblets up and cooked them till celery and onions were done.&amp;nbsp; I used stove top stuffing and I put it in my crock pot and dumped the giblet mixture into that, stirred it and set it on low.&amp;nbsp; Then I watched Joe put the dressing on his plate and he did not even know the giblets were in there.&amp;nbsp; If he had I don’t think he would have eaten it. So how many of you have gone shopping at midnight on black Friday?.&amp;nbsp; I have never and never will. Well you all, we can look forward to Christmas.&amp;nbsp; For&amp;nbsp; one thing all that activity in the last few days has made my knee swell and ache when I sit down, it don’t go away.&amp;nbsp; Both hips are saying do not punish me like that any more.&amp;nbsp; DD I bet those pecan pies were really good.&amp;nbsp; I bet you are a good cook.&amp;nbsp; Glad everyone sounded like they were enjoying themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3859772928972059709?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3859772928972059709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3859772928972059709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3859772928972059709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3859772928972059709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-day.html' title='A GOOD DAY'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1954720445289250798</id><published>2011-11-24T05:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:42:38.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I woke up early and decided I could not stay in bed after laying there for about an hour.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have everything ready to go.&amp;nbsp; I will get my cooked Sweet potatoes and peel them in a while and get those in the oven before&amp;nbsp; it is time to put the turkey in.&amp;nbsp; I did as much as I could yesterday.&amp;nbsp; You would think I was having a bunch of people but I am not.&amp;nbsp; Just Thanksgiving for us.&amp;nbsp; Spunky kept sneaking in behind me yesterday to check to see of I had dropped something. I gave him a tiny piece of Liver&amp;nbsp; from the giblets I had cooked.&amp;nbsp; Then he decided he needed to camp out in the kitchen. My first memories of Thanksgiving was my&amp;nbsp; dad hooking the biggest goose he could find.&amp;nbsp; We grew geese and we did not have to spend anything to get a turkey.&amp;nbsp; We didn’t have the money.&amp;nbsp; Mom and dad would have the Oval large tub we used to heat wash water for laundry in.&amp;nbsp; we took all the stove lids off and dad stoked up the fire and that old range worked as good as gas or electric.&amp;nbsp; Then they would take it outside and miraculously the gooses head was gone.&amp;nbsp; They worked together to pluck that goose after dunking it over and over in the boiling water, then they plucked feathers as fast as they could because they knew one dunking wouldn’t do it before the water got cold.&amp;nbsp; They even LET me pull feathers.&amp;nbsp; Once it was free of feathers mom and dad would catch some newspapers on fire in the house over the range and burn the pin feathers off that were impossible to, pick off. Then mom would take all the insides out and there was not a bag with the giblets in it.&amp;nbsp; They were still attached. Mom knew better than to throw the liver away cause dad would have a fit.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed at how big their gizzard was,.&amp;nbsp; I suppose it was in the dressing that the gizzard and heart went.&amp;nbsp; Every time mom was taking the insides out I remember mom saying we must&amp;nbsp; not cut that little sack cause it was very bitter and would not wash off and could spoil anything it touched..I now wonder if the goose had a gall bladder???&amp;nbsp; She would open the gizzard and their was where the food was digested.&amp;nbsp; She always cleaned that exceptionally well.&amp;nbsp; Then a thorough rinsing of the inside and then stuffing.&amp;nbsp; The bird went in the oven early and mom and dad would keep that range fired up so it would keep the oven hot.&amp;nbsp; It was so good but best of all it was family working together. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1954720445289250798?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1954720445289250798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1954720445289250798&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1954720445289250798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1954720445289250798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1450919023462912215</id><published>2011-11-23T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:27:37.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Turkey looks bigger every time I look at it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I finally took it out&lt;font size="5"&gt; to thaw last night.&amp;nbsp; I think the giblets will be pretty frozen.&amp;nbsp; After&amp;nbsp; everyone gets up I will open the turkey up and fish for the giblets.&amp;nbsp; I used to for years cut the gizzard up small and put it in the stuffing but gave that up. will have to see&amp;nbsp; what use it may be for.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="5" face="Cambria"&gt;Sounds like Sheila is cooking for her family.&amp;nbsp; She made me hungry just telling what she is going to have.&amp;nbsp; For&amp;nbsp; just Joe and I , we will have stove top dressing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="5" face="Cambria"&gt;All this activity I have had just plays havoc with my hips and back and the knee is again shoot out little warnings again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="5" face="Cambria"&gt;The long “when you are&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; not used to it ride” really got&amp;nbsp; all the aches and pains, stirred up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="5" face="Cambria"&gt;I probably will be back in the morning but I just want to say HAPPY THANKSGIVING to my blogger friends, now just in case. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#9b00d3" size="5" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1450919023462912215?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1450919023462912215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1450919023462912215&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1450919023462912215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1450919023462912215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-turkey-looks-bigger-every-time-i.html' title='That Turkey looks bigger every time I look at it'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-5166389894488472394</id><published>2011-11-22T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:56:47.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Chris with his pickle and playing peek a boo with his grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This picture on top speaks a thousand words just by the various&amp;nbsp; times someone shot his picture.&amp;nbsp; He thought the pickle was sour but wanted to still try it.&amp;nbsp; When he finally dropped it on his tray he found out that it was squishy where the seeds were.&amp;nbsp; He just kept poking those seeds. He was a real show off, and he had plenty of audience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I was so tired yesterday I didn’t get back to visit blogs like I thought I would but I will make up for it today.&amp;nbsp; More than likely when I get done with the blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;Joe went to the store yesterday and came home with a 16 pound turkey. We got it free just like we got the Birthday Cake free. He has been going to the same store for years and we have a privilege + card and every time we get groceries they scan that card and we usually get a discount at the time.&amp;nbsp; Then at Thanksgiving we get a card about a month before The Holiday that we can get a free turkey.&amp;nbsp; The Birthday Cake was new to me this year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I usually give the turkey to whoever has Thanksgiving but this year she had already bought the turkey.&amp;nbsp; So guess who is going to cook that huge Turkey on Thanksgiving. We will have our dinner alone and then will freeze the rest in individual packages, like for turkey and noodles, sandwiches, another dinner.&amp;nbsp; I mark on there the one with the soup fixings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-5166389894488472394?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5166389894488472394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=5166389894488472394&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5166389894488472394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/5166389894488472394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-picture-on-top-speaks-thousand.html' title='Chris with his pickle and playing peek a boo with his grandma'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-7912301322236859975</id><published>2011-11-21T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:47:45.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will stay home and recuperate from eating to much good food</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;h3 align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;There was so much food to choose from so I chose a little of everything.&amp;nbsp; I can tell today, I did my share. There was so much food and it was so good.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t take my camera but Connie got some pictures, Gabby, Kathy.&amp;nbsp; That little Chris was the show of the day.&amp;nbsp; He is crawling and pulling himself up and when he laughs you can see the whole row of top teeth.&amp;nbsp; He has more hair and it is a light red.&amp;nbsp; I will e-mail Connie and see if she can download her pictures and get some off to me.&amp;nbsp; It was an enjoyable day but by the time we came home about 3 and it is about 20 miles.&amp;nbsp; My knee and both hips were giving me fits.&amp;nbsp; Now for SPUNKY!!!!! He was not a good dog.&amp;nbsp; He clawed and chewed the molding at the bottom next to the sliding door.,&amp;nbsp; I vacuumed&amp;nbsp; with my portable vacuum to get it up cause it was like saw dust.&amp;nbsp; We did not think about him being on steroids and drinking a lot of water.&amp;nbsp; He needed out and couldn’t get out so he left a big wet spot on the rug&amp;nbsp; right next to the door.&amp;nbsp; We are hoping that was the problem because he needed to go out.&amp;nbsp; I got my trusty Oxy clean out with some old towels we have saved for rags.&amp;nbsp; There was a lot of “P” there.&amp;nbsp; I soaked up as much as I could before using the oxy clean.&amp;nbsp; I must say, it looks clean this morning.&amp;nbsp; He has never wet or done potty on the carpet, before.&amp;nbsp; Joe is going to see if he has something flexible but strong to cover and go higher than the damage he inflicted trying to get out.&amp;nbsp; Of course it does not help that when Joe leaves he is with me so he has not been alone for a long time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then he had the nerve to howl at me when I had a piece of my Birthday cake.&amp;nbsp; Neil, the grand son that fell from the scaffolding and broke his back&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; walked me to the car so I would not fall.&amp;nbsp; He said well Grandma I will be over to scoop when it snows.&amp;nbsp; He has the hardware out of the top of his spine and he will have to go in the hospital&amp;nbsp; and have the lower part of it out.&amp;nbsp; He has been back at work for quite a while.&amp;nbsp; He has so many bills from that.&amp;nbsp; No insurance.&amp;nbsp; I said when he said he would be over to scoop, You can’t do that, can you and he said “if I can’t I have 2 strong kids that can”.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure this is going to post.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t look right and I think I am going to remove it and reinstall it before I use it next time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-7912301322236859975?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7912301322236859975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=7912301322236859975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7912301322236859975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/7912301322236859975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-was-so-much-food-to-choose-from.html' title='Will stay home and recuperate from eating to much good food'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-6019537894091204974</id><published>2011-11-20T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:28:09.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIYFlafoQfw/TskAaccC5KI/AAAAAAAAO0s/P9Fa4k5OYVE/s1600/100_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIYFlafoQfw/TskAaccC5KI/AAAAAAAAO0s/P9Fa4k5OYVE/s400/100_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-51j1LofPVTE/TsjsRX438mI/AAAAAAAAO0g/ypsAKkuqJO0/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cold day.&amp;nbsp; I would like to have&amp;nbsp; stayed in bed sleeping but wouldn’t you know this is one of those days I woke at 4:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in there for an hour hoping&amp;nbsp; Joe would go back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; We have a very active night.&amp;nbsp; Joe goes to the bathroom at least 3 times a night so I never know for sure if he is awake when I get up.&amp;nbsp; He doesn’t say much except come back to bed.&amp;nbsp; I tell him if I am sleepy I will sleep in my chair. The only time I fall asleep in my chair is if the TV is on.&amp;nbsp; The TV can not be on cause it would wake Joe and Spunky,&amp;nbsp; We will be leaving Spunky here alone for the first time probably in a year.&amp;nbsp; If he would just understand that we will be back but&amp;nbsp; I always lay out a rawhide and 2 milk bones.&amp;nbsp; He hides that rawhide every single time we have left him, like he will have food if we don’t come back. He is very good about waiting till we get home to go out and do his duty.&amp;nbsp; Joe was feeling better last night.&amp;nbsp; He finally listened to me and took some Maalox before he ate.&amp;nbsp; He acted better yesterday all day.&amp;nbsp; He even ate a little more than a tablespoon of food last night and then went for more, and one more time before&amp;nbsp; he quit.&amp;nbsp; That took a lot of worry off my mind.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t do much on line except for my blog and a couple of comments.&amp;nbsp; I get bombarded with solicitors on line to get this credit card or another.&amp;nbsp; I did get an advertisement that lifts my chair I am sitting in and me to a standing position.&amp;nbsp; Jack you take the scooter&amp;nbsp; and I will take the chair.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know how Sherry and Joe will get around. I probably will get some sort of an offer to become a nurse.&amp;nbsp; I can barely manage my own body let alone someone else's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4249693249052538150?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4249693249052538150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4249693249052538150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4249693249052538150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4249693249052538150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-day.html' title='Early Thanksgiving, COLD , 19 DEGREES AT 5:20'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-51j1LofPVTE/TsjsRX438mI/AAAAAAAAO0g/ypsAKkuqJO0/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1685082785615794684</id><published>2011-11-19T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T07:28:04.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has got to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout" alt="Smile with tongue out" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OZsexqHxf34/Tseu4x4jfmI/AAAAAAAAO0Y/VrISIB5ktZM/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout2.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt; I think I need to go back to bed and get up on a different side.&amp;nbsp; Not one single thing has not been going right and it is 0nly seven AM.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is what is wrong.&amp;nbsp; To early or to late.&amp;nbsp; Maybe to much birthday celebration. However I am not celebrating any more.&amp;nbsp; Didn’t celebrate all that much.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is the same on the computer.&amp;nbsp; I clicked on&amp;nbsp; my mail and got a screwed up version .&amp;nbsp; I always like to get the trash out of the mail and see if there is anything interesting besides a suggestion that I become a “criminologist”.&amp;nbsp; They have all kinds of ideas about me taking jobs.&amp;nbsp; Goes to show you that at least the computer doesn’t know how old I am.&amp;nbsp; If it did it&amp;nbsp; would not allow that kind of mail .&amp;nbsp; Now that reminds me, Why is their so much junk&amp;nbsp; on the computer.&amp;nbsp; Is everyone’s that way???&amp;nbsp; Well if our car makes it we will be going to Ron and Kathy’s for our Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Our poor old 92 Ford Taurus is not in the best of shape.&amp;nbsp; Joe will not even try to get into the car with a computer, as far as working.&amp;nbsp; He does the necessary stuff like change oil,&amp;nbsp; air filters and all the stuff he could do if the car did not have a computer.&amp;nbsp; He has not been feeling well, but he won’t admit it, but I have lived with him long enough to know by actions.&amp;nbsp; I think his ulcer has flared up and he swears the ulcer med is what did it.&amp;nbsp; I think it is&amp;nbsp; his little cigar he is not supposed to be smoking.&amp;nbsp; At least it is aggravating it.&amp;nbsp; I am just so full of good news, I better quit and figure out why&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp; having nothing go right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1685082785615794684?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1685082785615794684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1685082785615794684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1685082785615794684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1685082785615794684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-need-to-go-back-to-bed-and.html' title='It has got to be me'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OZsexqHxf34/Tseu4x4jfmI/AAAAAAAAO0Y/VrISIB5ktZM/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smilewithtongueout2.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-3997727697969125744</id><published>2011-11-18T05:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:24:10.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I think&amp;nbsp; at 82 that is old enough to be your last&amp;nbsp; party.&amp;nbsp; I was so tired all day yesterday… We will finish off&amp;nbsp; one cake today.&amp;nbsp; I froze the little one and took out some left over soup I had made from our across the top of fridge and we will have that tonight and froze the other small cake. and tomorrow we will start on my cake from Joe and Spunky.&amp;nbsp; That&amp;nbsp; was crazy.&amp;nbsp; And everyone of them were Marble, and TerryTare, ours is the only one with butter&amp;nbsp; cream&amp;nbsp; frosting and that was at my request.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for murdering your name.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can never remember how to spell it unless it is&amp;nbsp; in my face.&amp;nbsp; That poor little freezer is usually packed to the hilt. Chicken tonight?? No!! 3 nights in a row is enough but will be good&amp;nbsp; to get the last of it gone.&amp;nbsp; Paula, Spunky got a job for 10 minutes to pick up sticks in the yard, the squirrels chew off of our tree.&amp;nbsp; Joe was picking some up and Spunky helped for a while by trying to eat them.&amp;nbsp; So Joe paid him and sent him in the house. lol.&amp;nbsp; I got Connie`s card yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Very pretty one.&amp;nbsp; Better late than never.&amp;nbsp; I went in Facebook yesterday just for the heck of it and it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like I said was not littered with filth like it was.&amp;nbsp; They will probably make up for it today.&amp;nbsp; Like I said a few days ago on Facebook and Ora popped up and agreed, she was tired or bored w the computer.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I would say that.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think we older ladies should not ever have started in Facebook. 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Temps dropped like a rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Good morning everyone. Thank you all for your Birthday wishes.&amp;nbsp; I feel every bit of my 82 years but it was&amp;nbsp; great. I got a basket of flowers and&amp;nbsp; money and Lee’s chicken. (mmm, it is the best), onion rings and baked potato and Ron and Kathy each thought&amp;nbsp; they were to pick up the cake and they were in separate cars.&amp;nbsp; So I wound up with 3 cakes. One from Ron, one from Kathy and a beautiful one from Joe and Spunky .&amp;nbsp; I tried to get them to take one home but&amp;nbsp; no, they were my cakes.&amp;nbsp; Spunky gave me money, Joe gave me money, and a bouquet of roses and a large box of chocolates. I got an email from Connie that said I have had a card for you for 2 weeks and I forgot to mail it.&amp;nbsp; I told her she was getting to much like her mother. I am famous for that.&amp;nbsp; Larry brought my gift card Sunday and of course the other one in Tx. has crossed me off his list as even being alive.&amp;nbsp; It does not bother me any more.&amp;nbsp; I probably&amp;nbsp; got in trouble for speaking my mind in Facebook. Yesterday earlier I was in there and all I saw was stupid swearing and this one place they get material from somewhere called “funny shit” and some of that was just gross.&amp;nbsp; I thanked every one that wished me a Happy Birthday.&amp;nbsp; I then unloaded my feelings on Facebook, to Facebook and the people that&amp;nbsp; didn’t know how to speak or write unless it was filthy. At the end I wrote “Shame on you Facebook”.&amp;nbsp; I try to ignore it but it had to come out. I also said I was gong to keep my account open so I could&amp;nbsp; continue to see if anyone from Facebook did anything about it. Out of room.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again everyone for the Birthday wishes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-3789202849223163025?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3789202849223163025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=3789202849223163025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3789202849223163025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/3789202849223163025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-morning-everyone.html' title='It is only 18 degrees here.  Temps dropped like a rock.'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4377498735598688535</id><published>2011-11-16T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:43:54.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, surprise, I made it to another birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;I HOPE THIS COMES OUT ok.&lt;font size="5"&gt; just like it did before&amp;nbsp; when you all thought old age and senility had caught up with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I am trying to make it large enough so anyone can read it more easily.&amp;nbsp; Ron and Kathy invited us out to dinner for my Birthday, but I explained to her that sometimes , no matter how hard I try I am shaky enough it rolls off my fork and it is embarrassing. Plus my trick knee if it decides to go out I may wind up on my nose, and that would make me&amp;nbsp; feel like a fool.&amp;nbsp; So they are going to bring dinner in.&amp;nbsp; That suits me fine since my thermometer says 29 this morning.&amp;nbsp; Food can roll off my fork ad I can shake and I could even go on my nose if I am at one of their homes.&amp;nbsp; But please god, do not let that happen&amp;nbsp; in public. I guess it goes with the territory but I am not ready yet. Joe was not feeling well yesterday.&amp;nbsp; He won’t say he doesn’t feel good, but I can tell.&amp;nbsp; I think he has a wicked cold and as usual his ulcer flairs up.&amp;nbsp; He will be going to the store today and that will tell me&amp;nbsp; how he feels.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Mort and Joanna and Tracy for the Happy Birthday wished.&amp;nbsp; Kathy said that so far Connie and Mike and possibly some of her kids may be there.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t bother me at one of the kids house if I am messy.&amp;nbsp; It won’t be a big gathering.&amp;nbsp; I saw you and Sherry, Jack, walking on the beach in short sleeves yesterday in the pictures and I looked at our thermometer and the temps were dropping.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4377498735598688535?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4377498735598688535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4377498735598688535&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4377498735598688535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4377498735598688535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hope-this-comes-out-ok.html' title='Surprise, surprise, I made it to another birthday'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-4624993009632328750</id><published>2011-11-15T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:39:33.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is supposed to turn colder today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#663399" size="3" face="Cambria"&gt;I think it is good that I don’t know how to use face book very well.&amp;nbsp; You all would really have thought I was off my rocker if you had seen the way I got in touch with my Texas grandkids.&amp;nbsp; I have kind of not had much to do with them.&amp;nbsp; I do not like the language they use, especially the girl. Since she divorced her husband she uses language that might come from a sailor.&amp;nbsp; They were raised that way with their, dad my son living in the household, but they are old enough to clean their mouths up and grow up.&amp;nbsp; Michael, Marty’s middle child has the cleanest mouth of all.&amp;nbsp; However I have seen some pretty crude remarks out of some of the ladies on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, to each his own..&amp;nbsp; I backed up to let the Schwann man get by me and my legs were against the sofa and I felt a lot of discomfort on the leg and hip.&amp;nbsp; It was something I have done many times but I guess with the bad knee it&amp;nbsp; aggravated it.&amp;nbsp; It swelled&amp;nbsp; a lot, so I put ice on it and elevated it and it helped.&amp;nbsp; I made a crockpot of stew and got a little adventuresome.&amp;nbsp; I used tomato juice and Mrs. Gash, celery salt, very little, garlic, onion powder and then I out a small dash of Chili powder,.&amp;nbsp; Joe liked it.&amp;nbsp; He is a soup lover.&amp;nbsp; Me, not so much but that was good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-4624993009632328750?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4624993009632328750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=4624993009632328750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4624993009632328750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/4624993009632328750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-it-is-good-that-i-dont-know-how.html' title='It is supposed to turn colder today'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1596499026718527726</id><published>2011-11-14T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:52:43.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Writer just informed me  it did not perform right yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;When I went to my blog&amp;nbsp; today I noticed the first line did not&amp;nbsp; perform well.&amp;nbsp; I am still trying to figure out what the heck I was trying to say.&amp;nbsp; Nothing to exciting going on here today.&amp;nbsp; Of course it is only 7:15 AM so things will probably change.&amp;nbsp; My oldest son, that has the daughter with all the kids and a new baby called and wanted to know if I was going to be home.&amp;nbsp; He said he would bring my Birthday card over and gift certificate.&amp;nbsp; And I said I would be here and thanked him. “he said, don’t thank me yet, that gift certificate may only be for a penny.”&amp;nbsp; I said&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn’t care if I got anything except I was happy that I was going to see him.&amp;nbsp; He won’t be there the 20th at&amp;nbsp; Ron and Kathy’s.&amp;nbsp; He is finally going to Arkansas to see his dad and Wilma.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; suppose Ron, I hope so’s kids will be there with their girl friend and boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know if Connie will be there or not.&amp;nbsp; When I say that, I mean all of them. I hope so.&amp;nbsp; It is really the only time I get to see them all except for Ron and Kathy . The sad part of it is they all except Ron live right here in Lincoln.&amp;nbsp; Oh well I think that happens in many families.&amp;nbsp; Spunky, that crazy dog, had his raw hide and he walks around from room to room trying to figure out a place to bury it.&amp;nbsp; He came in here&amp;nbsp; which I call my computer room, and was in here for quite a while.&amp;nbsp; We have a love seat in here&amp;nbsp; that we would like to get rid of IF we could get it out of the door.&amp;nbsp; Old house narrow doors.&amp;nbsp; At any rate he came out without his raw hide.&amp;nbsp; He got a big drink of water&amp;nbsp; and then howled at me and backed up toward&amp;nbsp; the computer room.&amp;nbsp; After many ear shattering howls I figured out he wanted that raw hide and couldn’t get it. So good&amp;nbsp; pet owner that I am I came in here with him. and he took me right to the corner where their was mostly junk.&amp;nbsp; He tried to get under the loveseat with his nose.&amp;nbsp; And looked at me and howled,&amp;nbsp; He is very protective with his food but he wanted the raw hide so I&amp;nbsp; reached down to feel under the seat and he kind of barked and&amp;nbsp; just slid his teeth over my hand like he wanted to bite me.&amp;nbsp; So I got the long feather duster and&amp;nbsp; got it out and as I pulled the feather duster up he nipped at it.&amp;nbsp; He was a happy dog when he got his raw hide. I told him not to push it so far in after this.&amp;nbsp; Joe said he was thanking me for retrieving his treat but I think he actually wanted to make sure I knew He would&amp;nbsp; protect his food at all costs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1596499026718527726?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1596499026718527726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1596499026718527726&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1596499026718527726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1596499026718527726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-writer-just-informed-me-it-did-not.html' title='Live Writer just informed me  it did not perform right yesterday'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-1191477649792624049</id><published>2011-11-13T05:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:55:49.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, the13th of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#c0504d" size="4" face="Constantia"&gt; though, exceot he was perched onIn a way&lt;font face="Browallia New"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="AR BONNIE"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&amp;nbsp; would like to see&amp;nbsp; this month over quickly but that is wishing what life is left for me, gone.&amp;nbsp; If I were not human I would throw me away with all that is&amp;nbsp; going on in my life.&amp;nbsp; My knee went out on me again this morning about 1:30 when I got up to use the bathroom. I have a stretchy knee band but as the day goes on it just gets so tight I have to remove it. Think I will go to another drugstore and see if&amp;nbsp; I could get a size larger.&amp;nbsp; He suggested a hinged one that will encase it&amp;nbsp; the knee farther each day, then added check with your Insurance agency to see if they cover it because it is fairly&amp;nbsp; expensive. I will call first and do without if it is to expensive.&amp;nbsp; I will be going to the orthopedist shortly after the first f the year. If I can just hold out without falling.&amp;nbsp; The orthopedist he will send me to&amp;nbsp; was the last one I saw one time and I had an appointment for2:00 and I was there till 5:30.&amp;nbsp; I was just getting up to say cancel my appointment cause I can’t see to drive at night add i t was fitting into a tight spot.&amp;nbsp; I got the most&amp;nbsp; complete exra things&amp;nbsp; if ever. it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jack you should&amp;nbsp; get&amp;nbsp; that tooth. fixed sooner or later you will find it like crax really was wise ad the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#c0504d" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-1191477649792624049?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1191477649792624049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=1191477649792624049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1191477649792624049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/1191477649792624049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-the13th-of-november.html' title='Sunday, the13th of November'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401301851782803713.post-541630632971752351</id><published>2011-11-12T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:39:16.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#d16349" size="4" face="Cambria"&gt;I wish I knew why this is starting out indented.&amp;nbsp; I never really planned it that way but so be it. As long as I get my blog written. It is magic.&amp;nbsp; It just went back to normal.&amp;nbsp; I even figured out what I did wrong. Not often I can do that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am insured as of yesterday at 84.48 a month.&amp;nbsp; I guess Coventry is still negotiating with Bryan Hospital but I don’t think they will take them so I may as well just save for the premium each month.&amp;nbsp; My knee went out again when I got out of bed.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t know it but I always&amp;nbsp; test that leg before I try to get up and walk away from any support and it is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; It would not support me at all until I stood there hanging on to the desk and stepping on it until it sort of held me.&amp;nbsp; I still will have to pay the first 1100.00 when I do get my knee fixed.&amp;nbsp; It is a Medicare based policy so that means that it sort of goes by Medicare rules.&amp;nbsp; The rest of them do also except Joe can take out a supplement in March and it will kick in&amp;nbsp; right away.&amp;nbsp; I could get the same but I would have to wait 6 months because of preexisting conditions. Enough insurance talk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will be lucky to make it till my policy goes into effect&amp;nbsp; The first of January. Not much new here. Turned out to be a beautiful day yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Joe got all of the leaves mulched and very few left on the tree.&amp;nbsp; That makes Joe Happy and when Joe is happy, that is a good thing. That is a really good thing.&amp;nbsp; Spunky is walking better but&amp;nbsp; we tried weaning him off the steroids and he got so stiff he could barely walk.&amp;nbsp; We are fighting to get some weight off of him and I know that would help.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401301851782803713-541630632971752351?l=whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/541630632971752351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401301851782803713&amp;postID=541630632971752351&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/541630632971752351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401301851782803713/posts/default/541630632971752351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlifeisabout-lucy.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272388069537746789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIDgvONKzfc/TdEi_zTUTSI/AAAAAAAANXo/eB2ulP-cfyc/s220/000_0025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
