<?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-9137898</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now tell me again,what am I doing here?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-113264256722968498</id><published>2005-11-22T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:56:07.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffy noses and cold house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Can't sleep!  My nose is stuffy and it must be 55 degrees in the house cause I haven't turned on the heat yet.  Another winter commences in the deep south...I'm sitting in total darkness,fingers poised above the keys striking dully like so many crab pinchers fighting over tidbits of smelly old pieces of rotten bacon.  Well, took a trip down memory lane with that last phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;My Grandfather slipping the pieces of bacon on the hook just so,and me holding my breath with baited anticipation watching him jerk a big fat blue crab out of the St. John's river in Green Cove Springs Florida,down that special dock in my Grandmother's back yard.  It was a very long dock as docks go and it had cat-tails growing beside it.  And some sort of tree that the carpenter ants would harvest because I saw them carting them off one time in little half-moon divets just like I had seen on the National Geographic show on television.  It was warm and sunny and life was good when I was five.  No paragraphs/No apologies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-113264256722968498?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/113264256722968498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=113264256722968498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/113264256722968498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/113264256722968498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuffy-noses-and-cold-house.html' title='Stuffy noses and cold house...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-112701402645846269</id><published>2005-09-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:27:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a ? movie...</title><content type='html'>Well, I just posted a rather long blog by my puney standards of late and at the end it said "error" and it did not get published so.. here it is in a nut shell- I had a nice time with my Aunt today.  I went to her house with the fixins for chicken soup and made it while she talked to me in the kitchen and then we retired to the living room to watch a movie...but towards the end the DVD quit and we weren't able to watch the finale of Bourne Supremacy.  The enter key is not working on this blog so I can't make a new paragraph.  My Aunt and I are also going on a plane trip together to Washington to visit my brother,niece,and sister-in-law in May.  I talked her into going and it is going to be so much fun to have her along, I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-112701402645846269?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/112701402645846269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=112701402645846269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112701402645846269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112701402645846269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/09/dinner-and-movie_17.html' title='Dinner and a ? movie...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-112701339415732425</id><published>2005-09-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:16:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a Movie...</title><content type='html'>I had a dinner date with my Aunt Leah this evening.  I made chicken soup and we noshed(sp?) on sweet pea pods while I was cutting everything up in her tidy kitchen framed by three big windows so that we could see the squirrels scampering around on the pecan trees in the backyard.  Then we went out into the living room to watch Bourne Supremacy which I had rented for the occassion.  Unfortunately just before the finale of the movie the DVD stopped and we could not get it going again no matter what we did so we wound up not seeing the ending.  A good time was had by all though and I made enough soup for a small army and she made me take some of it home.  For some reason the enter button is not working on this posting and I can't make a new paragraph!  Oh, well!  I am going to Washington State to see my brother and sister -in-law again in May and my Aunt Leah is flying up too with me for a visit.  That is so neat!  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-112701339415732425?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/112701339415732425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=112701339415732425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112701339415732425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112701339415732425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/09/dinner-and-movie.html' title='Dinner and a Movie...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-112467885424259377</id><published>2005-08-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:47:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La...live for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was a good day today and I enjoyed my pets and James.  Jennifer stopped by before church to use my dryer because hers is on the fritz.  She is communicating again with me because she broke up with her boyfriend again.  Well whatever the reason it's nice to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My little bro called me today.  He and Michelle were shopping at Baby's Are Us because Sophia's car seat is too small now and she needs another.  She weighs 20lbs and is too long for the previous one.  She is a little over ten months old now.  She is SO LOUD over the phone.  She is ADORABLE too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-112467885424259377?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/112467885424259377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=112467885424259377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112467885424259377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112467885424259377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-la-lalive-for-today.html' title='La La La...live for today.'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-112416732837276260</id><published>2005-08-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:42:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty and gay...la,la,la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well now! My little brother's wife is back home after a month being away visiting her ailing father in Alaska and my brother is SO happy again and I am happy for him too! And he said that my niece recognized him when he came home from work and that she is such a little person now. Not only that but the whole family wants to go to Disney World and Bermuda and I am invited. Don't know if I will go 'cause I don't like Disney or theme parks in general but Bermuda would be nice. It does mean that I will miss the fourth of July in Seattle which I was so looking forward to. Oh, well being in Bermuda on the fourth sounds nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know, maybe I will stay in Jacksonville and go to Savannah with Eric and Michelle and Sophia if they stay after. I would like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note. I bought two pairs of running shoes, at the same time! Brooks, addiction 6 of course. That is my new favorite! Hurray  tenna shoes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-112416732837276260?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/112416732837276260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=112416732837276260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112416732837276260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112416732837276260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-pretty-and-gaylalala.html' title='I feel pretty and gay...la,la,la...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-112054195138658736</id><published>2005-07-05T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:39:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exercise program and new diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;well, I started a program on the 1st.  It is through e-diets.com.  It is amazing the tools they have to share for only $3.99 a week. They give you workable menues,.recipes,grocery lists and tailor it to what diet you want and what exercise program you want.  It is the Bob Green fellow that is Oprah Winfrey's personal trainer.  I am following the heart smart diet and the Bob Green total Body workout although I think I'll just change to his walking program and stretching untill I am limber enough for strengh training. So far I've lost three lbs.  It is raining in torrents here and we are experiencing flooding so I haven't gotten a refridgerator nor have I been able to walk a mile yet.  I am walking to James' as usual.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pf_flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-112054195138658736?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/112054195138658736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=112054195138658736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112054195138658736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/112054195138658736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/07/exercise-program-and-new-diet.html' title='exercise program and new diet'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-111196138924304201</id><published>2005-03-27T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:10:36.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenna shoes</title><content type='html'>When I was young I thought my Mother was saying "tenna shoes" rather than what she was really saying which was Tennis shoes. To this day I call all athletic shoes and especially sneakers "Tenna" shoes. I got a new pair the other day and boy do they feel great! They feel like walking on clouds! I washed them today because it has been raining lately and when I took out the liners and turned them underneath they said "clouds" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-111196138924304201?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/111196138924304201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=111196138924304201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111196138924304201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111196138924304201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/03/tenna-shoes.html' title='Tenna shoes'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-111090259404044161</id><published>2005-03-15T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:53:26.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion at the cemetary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday we had a family reunion at the Turknett cemetary. Fewer people showed up than I thought would be there and I thought there would be more children running around. There were about twenty six people there total. They brought enough food for a dozen more I'd say. There was three kinds of chicken. Two pasta salads. Two potato salads. Two kinds of dips,one mexican the other ranch with veggies. Lots of desserts. I had a small brownie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Great uncle Karl was there and uncle Dale who didn't know who I was untill my name was mentioned and then he gave me a hug. Cousin Ray didn't know who I was at all. I explained the lineage to him. I'm four years older than him and last saw him for my great grandmothers funeral in 1971.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the women my age and older had gained weight and had gotten short hair cuts! I did not feel like the odd man out at all this time. Has to do with the effexor 75mg I am taking as well. I did not rehash interactions like I used to do all my life. I had a genuinely good time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't think it was an appropriate time to mention the papers our lawyer drew up for my uncle Robert's Kids too sign about the title to the house. I'll talk to them about that some other time. Anyway...it was a perfect spring day! I joked that it was too bad we hadn't waited untill easter and then we could have hid eggs for the kids except there were only three there. Two three year old twins and one eleven year old all grandchildren of my mothers cousin Gail,my second cousin. The grandchildren are my fourth cousins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I go to Washington state on April 1st! Yipee! Am looking forward to seeing my niece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw a pretty little bird yesterday and today at the same curve in the road. It had chartreuse green head and shoulders and neck and grey and white feathers. It was very small and came quite close too me before flying to a pittosporom bush. This is the first time I've ever seen this bird. I think I'll go to Chamblain's Book Mine and see if they have any used books on florida birds with color plates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's it for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Correction:  the little bird has a yellow throat and breast and chartreuse colored head and back.  I was able to see it a little better on the next walk.  It is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-111090259404044161?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/111090259404044161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=111090259404044161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111090259404044161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111090259404044161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/03/family-reunion-at-cemetary.html' title='Family Reunion at the cemetary'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-111067611051653556</id><published>2005-03-12T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:08:30.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today I made a mararoni salad for a reunion we are going to have tomorrow at the family Turknett cemetary.  The kids are going to clean up around the gravesights and us older folks are going to sit and talk and reminisce about the old days.  I have two uncles alive one is my mothers uncle the youngest of his generation,he is 90.  The other is my mothers older brother who is now 79.  The rest of the family attending the get together are second,third,and fourth cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Macaroni salad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Two bunches scallions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;one small bunch celery heart sliced thinly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Half a bag radish sliced thinly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sliced black olive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;one box pkg baby frozen peas thawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Grape tomatoes halved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Dill relish to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Elbow macaroni or any suitable pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Cheddar cheese cubed in small squares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hellman's Mayo to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;KC Masterpiece BBQ seasoning(or their steak seasoning with garlic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;OH yeah,half a bunch of parsley minced too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-111067611051653556?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/111067611051653556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=111067611051653556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111067611051653556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111067611051653556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-i-made-mararoni-salad-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-111022640047375194</id><published>2005-03-07T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:15:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gail n Jim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gail and Jim came to visit me today. We had a good time. We drank Becks beer and Gail had a wine cooler and then we went to Mi Toro a mexican restaurant down the street that is excellent. They serve authentic mexican food and it is fresh. I had the steak &amp;amp; peppers with guacamole and sour cream and man was it good. We all drank iced tea. We were so busy eating the food we totally didn't touch the chips and salsa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before we went to eat we traipsed around my property. The back yard has many fallen trees from the hurricanes and I did not even know about it. They are tall skinny trees. Of course the big Oak,Magnolia,and pine in the immediate back I knew about. But this was my first time going back to the very back. It was quite a shock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gail and Jim are the best. They are so pleasant to be around and so upbeat and friendly. Gail gives the best full body meaty hugs you could ever wish for. And Jim even hugged me goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am getting a much needed rest from James today. He had a doctor's appt to go to so I only had to take his blood sugar twice and I did not cook lunch because he was going out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little brother wrote me and said he had a gig on Friday and drank too much and still feels icky and weak. I'm concerned. He drinks on a regular basis. So maybe it is his kidneys or liver acting up. Or I could be jumping to conclusions. He doesn't ordinarly feel bad. He could have gotten dehydrated and then caught something because his immune system was impaired. Anyway,i love him and worry about him. I had one beer with Gail and Jim and I am totally dehydrated now. It is because of the medicine I take also.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta go get some water!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-111022640047375194?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/111022640047375194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=111022640047375194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111022640047375194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/111022640047375194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/03/gail-n-jim.html' title='Gail n Jim'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110918486648275066</id><published>2005-02-23T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:08:58.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have been outside more than usual lately which is definitely a good thing. I have noticed a lot of birds in my yard and around the neighborhood. When it was 40 degrees out the robins started showing up one here two there,now they are out in full force. I remember with fondness the first time I ever saw a robin. I was around nine or ten and was chattering away to my great aunt Rena while we walked along the red clay road leading out of her summer place on the lake and she touched my arm and I looked up at her and she pointed and said "Robin". I followed her gaze and ther on the ground just under a canopy of branches was a big fat bird with a breast the color of red rust. The bird almost blended in with the color of the clay. It is a cherished moment. I felt special because I knew my Aunt had taken the time to teach me something about nature and in that moment I knew she cared about and respected me as an individual not just a child. Later,she would pass along the names of the different wild blueberries. I remember my great grandmother telling me the name of a blackeyed susan when I asked. I thought it was very special that all the women in my family knew the names of the wildflowers,that's why I took horticulture in college. I should have taken courses in park naturalist instead,that would have been more dear to my heart because I could have studied indigenous flora and fauna instead of cultivated plants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've noticed recently that I have been enjoying nature with a keener eye and a renewed appreciation,perhaps the effexor is working. I've already seen everyting so none of it is new but I like the way the live oak leaves look after they have fallen from the trees,they are kind of shiny and bright. I like the way the lob-lolly pines look at night,with the flood lights of the ballpark reflecting off of their leaves they look kind of furry and silvery-soft. My azaleas are begining to bloom and the Carolina yellow Jessamine on the front fence has flowers all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;On my mile walk I enjoy a Canadian red-tip tree in purple bloom,that's a sure sign that spring is on it's way. I also get to enjoy a yard full of rabbits and right next door to it some pure breed bloodhounds and in another yard a miniature doberman pincher. There is also an angora cat who loves to listen to me say how pretty it is. It rolls around on the side of the road while I praise it. I saw a dogwood tree with closed buds,too early for it to bloom but if the temperature stays like this-73 degrees it sure will soon enough. It is supposed to be in the 60's right now. It seems to get warmer and warmer sooner each year and without enough rainfall-global warming I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I still say the best beach in Florida is at Amelia island in park land called Little Talbot Island. It is the best un-spoiled natural shore line that you can find without condominiums or hotels. It has gorgeous white sand beaches and sand dunes with native vegetation and the occassional gopher turtle. It only costs three dollars per person and they have dressing houses and toilet facilities and places to barbeque,and showers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've been rambling on like some kind of tour guide,expounding on the best parts of Jacksonville.  I would miss it if I left to live in Washington state.  Not that Washington doesn't have it's finer points,particularly that one can live in a quite suburb,and not be too far from the city and the deep wilderness with it's lush green forests and mountains and valley's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110918486648275066?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110918486648275066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110918486648275066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110918486648275066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110918486648275066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunny-afternoon.html' title='Sunny Afternoon'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110580199620035193</id><published>2005-01-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:29:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats &amp; Fleas &amp; friends</title><content type='html'>My bangs are in my face and there are fleas all over the place! Buddy is jumping,jumping everywhere. I put buddy and whitewash out on the porch and they took one look at the wind whistleing through the trees and felt the cold fierce air and jumped back inside. It is cold in the house,must turn the heater up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitewash is looking through the window at the front yard and the wind whipping the ginger leaves around and around. He is watching the cars go by on the street in front and the baby squirrels playing by the water oak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my mushroom and egg omlette and my coffee for the morning and now it is time to shower and wash the morning dishes. Then I will vacuume the living room and the hallway and bedroom,make the bed and call James to tell him to pour the sauce on the buffalo wings. James is one of my other friends. He is the one I see everyday. I often share meals with him. Sometimes he gives me something to cook and sometimes I cook something of his. Today he is cooking the wings I gave him. He has never cooked wings before and is developmentally disabled and so can't read the package so I will call him in 50 minutes time to tell him to pour the wing sauce on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend is my childhood friend Gail. She lives a couple blocks from where we grew up in Titusville florida which is on the central east coast of Fl. near Cape Kennedy where the Space Center is. My father and Gail's father worked for a subsidiary of NASA whose name has escaped me at the moment(senior moment). Anyway...they both worked at the Cape where the rockets were shot off. Both were electronics technicians. It was during the cold war. They were spying on the Russians. My father worked there from 1958 when I was born until 1972.. His job was top secret and not even the public knew about many of the rockets that went up. My father would sometimes wake us up in the wee hours of the morning to go outside to our back yard to watch a launch. Anyway, I've known Gail ever since I could walk and she is a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110580199620035193?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110580199620035193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110580199620035193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110580199620035193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110580199620035193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/01/cats-fleas-friends.html' title='Cats &amp; Fleas &amp; friends'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110460725667697321</id><published>2005-01-01T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:26:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Stars</title><content type='html'>I had a dream. I was in it with my Mom and my Great Aunt Rena. My mom and Aunt were dressed alike in matching chino pants-olive green. Something I would wear. They had a body suit that was like the stretch stocking material under their clothes. It was an off white color and came down below their pants. They must have been wearing "peddle pushers" as my Mom used to call them. Or "toreador pants"she used to say. Anyway they were looking at Magazine covers of two magazines. One I didn't recognize,the other was Vanity Fair,amagazine I used to regularly subscribe to. They were pointing to a picture of Eve Arden-remember from Funny Face with Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire. They said she had just died. In fact all the movie stars they were pointing to they said had just died. (My Mom and Great Aunt are dead,they looked really good in the dream though). Before I went to bed I had a discussion with my Mother's half-sister. WE were talking about the prescription strength medication Alleve that I take for my leg pain. I've been taking it for years and now the FDA is saying it causes an increased risk of heart attacks and stroke. Guess that's the reason for the dream. Warning me in my own subtle way. I love movie stars. And I especially love Vanity Fair magazine. I still have the copy of Princess Diana on the cover and K.D. Lang and Cindy Crawford(gender-bending it on an old barber's chair) and Barbra Striesand of course,and President Clinton and Al Gore posing for their picture on the cover. I need to start walking! I also need to treat myself to another subscription to Vanity Fair! Oh, yeah and all those old mags have Isabella Rossellini in them for Lancome makeup. She's so gorgeous! I have a book of photos taken by Jane Bowen the famous photographer and she has a lot of movie stars in it including Isabella and also Kate Millet! Guess this dream was a wake -up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110460725667697321?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110460725667697321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110460725667697321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110460725667697321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110460725667697321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2005/01/movie-stars.html' title='Movie Stars'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110454280532321978</id><published>2004-12-31T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:34:37.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! Wee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I called my Aunt just now and instead of yelling out '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy New Year's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;' I yelled out '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;' Oh, I am so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I felt like such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nit wit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am always doing things like that now. I go off to get something and half-way there wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"what am I doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Thank whoever I finally stopped locking myself out of my house. I was tired of crawling through a window or paying a locksmith to get back in!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy New Year's!!  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm going to settle in with a glass of low carb milk and some low fat pecan sandies.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Oh and Jenny my best friend Jen says I'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;:(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, well,what does she know,she's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110454280532321978?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110454280532321978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110454280532321978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110454280532321978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110454280532321978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-wee.html' title='Happy Birthday! Wee!'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110358921950352022</id><published>2004-12-20T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T16:33:39.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football (the eliptical kind)</title><content type='html'>Boo! To Donavin Darius of the Jacksonville Jag's for his Clothsline maneuver in yesterday's game against the Wisconsin Green Bay Packers. He racked his arm accross the jugular of his apposing team mate and knocked his helmut off injuring him in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in other Jag related news...many of Jacksonvill's NAACP Leaders have threatened to boycott the superbowl in 7 weeks if serious attention is not given to the two recent suspicious deaths of detainees of the police dept. Who were African-American.  This is not the first time African-Americans in Jacksonville have been on the receiving end of duplicitious treatment by the police dept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110358921950352022?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110358921950352022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110358921950352022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110358921950352022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110358921950352022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/football-eliptical-kind.html' title='Football (the eliptical kind)'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110351031333575147</id><published>2004-12-19T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T18:55:48.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When eating becomes an activity...</title><content type='html'>"I've been in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; store a little too long...now I'm on my way out!"- Kirstie Alley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When I lose ten more pounds maybe I'll get my&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; off the couch and start &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Walking. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well nowww! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope I really &lt;strong&gt;meant &lt;/strong&gt;that!  Cause Kirstie made a comment about airplane seats &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not being able to fit into them comfortably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;which is what I've been saying all along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110351031333575147?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110351031333575147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110351031333575147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110351031333575147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110351031333575147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-eating-becomes-activity.html' title='When eating becomes an activity...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110348818793944501</id><published>2004-12-19T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:21:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining,it's snowing,the old man is boring me ...</title><content type='html'>Buddy did it again!! He stepped on my keyboard and made my font small. This time I knew what to do though. I went to view and then to text size and changed it. Hah!! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll what to write about? The weather? Why not? It got back up to the 60's in the day time but tonight it is expected to go back down into the 20's. James just asked me who I was writing to and I replied 'no one,just writing'. He just shook his head! I explained that it is like a diary. He understood that. Anyway back to the weather, guess I'll have to turn on my electric blanket. I offered James some chicken soup I made but he declined. I like to make warm things to eat when the weather gets cold. Also all it is chicken and vegetables so it is a good diet food. The end. This is so boring,even I'm boring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110348818793944501?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110348818793944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110348818793944501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110348818793944501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110348818793944501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-rainingits-snowingthe-old-man-is.html' title='It&apos;s raining,it&apos;s snowing,the old man is boring me ...'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110341706332428410</id><published>2004-12-18T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T06:21:10.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer?</title><content type='html'>It's begining to feel a lot like Christmas...can't get that vapid song out of my mind. To make matters worse everyone is out shopping or otherwise occupied and forgotten all about me,well sort of. There's always James. Jen did call me today...I dont't know why...she did not say anything except to be tangential which is her nature. SHE is of course very busy buying THINGS as usual,and rather manicly so. To me Christmas has come to mean one thing ,and one thing only. A time to send cards remembering relatives and friends far away and a good meal shared. I rarely buy into it's commercialism anymore. Or,anymore than I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric came back from 'frisco day before yesterday and said he would call this evening so I should probably stay off the computer for awhile. Actually I have been. Except to write in my calendar what I've been eating and if I've walked my mile that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how anyone finds my posts as I've got two blogs and they are not tied together at all. This one will be boring. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I get a bunch of cards by now too. Haven't this year. Just a paper from Uncle Jack saying what he has been up to all year. Ah,well. I'll be glad when it's all over. At least I still have James and my cats to occupy my time. And there's always internet Hearts, I could start playing that again. Which reminds me,I need to send a card to Gail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know what's eating Jen now. When I told her I had lost weight she said "You HAVE?" She is SO competitive. I certainly know better than to say how much. She weighs less than I anyway. It shouldn't matter. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110341706332428410?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110341706332428410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110341706332428410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110341706332428410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110341706332428410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer?'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110329474775609777</id><published>2004-12-17T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:45:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember Mom.</title><content type='html'>My first knowledge of plants was through my mother's love of nature. I remember the buttercups we fed the field mouse that our labrador retriever ran out of it's hole and played with until it was all sopping wet with spittle.  I  remember the transparant white indian pipes and the moss on the tree boughs. I remember the little yellow and purple tansies. I remember the cinquifoil and the sundews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December 17 1935 - February 1994.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110329474775609777?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110329474775609777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110329474775609777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110329474775609777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110329474775609777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-remember-mom.html' title='I remember Mom.'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110329279799138419</id><published>2004-12-17T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T06:25:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News of the weird</title><content type='html'>Harry Connick Jr. is a caracature of himself!/ News of the weird: In Ca. shopping carts abandoned by homeless people are being kept in refrigerated trucks untill the owners come back to claim them(which they never do). They are being refrigerated to deter vermin infestation. It's begining to look a lot like christmas...if you live in Fairbanks Alaska!! /Marlon Brando had a "thing" for Cloris Leachman but she wouldn't go out with him,she did not want to be" one of many". Remember Cloris she starred in YOUNG FRANKENSTIEN as FRAU BLEUCCHER (sp?). "Stay close to the candles the stair way can be trecherous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110329279799138419?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110329279799138419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110329279799138419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110329279799138419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110329279799138419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/news-of-weird.html' title='News of the weird'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110300037646934386</id><published>2004-12-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:47:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer to the rescue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Now tell me again,what am I doing here?&lt;/a&gt;Well,who came a rap-tap-tapping at my chamber door at a most dark and dreary hour but Jennifer! She said"It's the BOOGEY-MAN" But I heard her the second time and let her in. Anyway we had a nice visit. I fed her some of my cole slaw and gave her the quilt I found at a thrift store for christmas. And get this She FIXED MY FONT! Seems she took computer programming in school. Seems you go to view and then hit toolbar and then something I can't remember,anyway...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Buddy is sleeping peacefully on my monitor,I took the sticky tape off so he caould sleep up there again so he would stop stepping on my keyboard. Whitewash is on top of the living room t.v. and Willow is sleeping in the bathroom on the towel caddy. Diana's off to bed now... to dream happy dreams all cozy and warm in my flannel P.J's and my flannel sheets. The weather man said it would get down to 27 and28 respectively Tuesday and Wednesday nights...we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110300037646934386?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110300037646934386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110300037646934386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110300037646934386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110300037646934386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/jennifer-to-rescue.html' title='Jennifer to the rescue!!'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110297937805828178</id><published>2004-12-13T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:09:38.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now that's more like it! Trebuchet-Huge! But what about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the rest of my computer? The font is so tiny I can hardly read anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;  I suddenly didn't develope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Myopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; did I? My whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;frigging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; computer has tiny font. Did &lt;strong&gt;Buddy do it? Did Buddy step on the keys again and somehow reset my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? Oh well, gotta go make a phone call. &lt;/strong&gt;But wait I have an incoming e-mail. Who could that be now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110297937805828178?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110297937805828178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110297937805828178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110297937805828178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110297937805828178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-thats-more-like-it-trebuchet-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110172025512882585</id><published>2004-11-29T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T06:15:08.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronic Insomnia and other matters of interest only to myself</title><content type='html'>Do you ever hit the space bar one too many times,say at the end of a word just because you have gotten into a rhythm? Do you ever say drive down a street with many stop lights and are so tired that you get into an unconscious rhythm and before you know it you are stopping each time even though the light is green? Well, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats are finally asleep but I am still up. Just took my go to sleep medicine so I have an hour to kill. I am so new to computers...Wish I knew how to find a chat line. Then I could chat for a while and go to bed instead of reading Bloggs and news and other tidbits. If I don't take my pills then I never get sleepy and I am up half the night like right now. It isn't good for my legs to not have them up. They will be like base ball bats in the morning. Rigid and bloated. Yuck! Hard to do any walking when they get like that because of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY bathing suit is in the bureau drawer just waiting for me to put it in my gym bag and go to the Y and start swimming. Can't do that because I want to lose alitte bit of weight first. Just to psyche myself up. Can't do that because I can't walk because my legs and feet are filled with too much fluid,and it is too painful to walk any distance. Why oh why do I torture myself in this way. It just keeps me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; STUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And To make matters worse I am &lt;strong&gt;out of melatonin &lt;/strong&gt;and keep forgetting to get any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking about my brother Eric and Riley at the dog park. I was in bed extraordinarily early the other night and got an unjustified call from Eric since I call him all the time and had just done so at Thanksgiving. Anyway,he called me for no reason. He was alone and just decided to call. He has called me before from the dog park when Michelle his wife was with him. We talked some more about me moving out there and about how nice that would be. He seems a little down. Maybe because his new daughter Sophia has not let up with her &lt;strong&gt;incessant crying.&lt;/strong&gt; He said uncle Jack is visiting in a week. He is flying up from Kissimmee/St.cloud Florida so that will be quite a temperature change for him. Hope he can handle the crying as well. SOPHIE is like Eric was-very temperamental. He cried until he was three y/O. I on the other hand was the perfect baby. Mom said that I never cried,and was generally very content. I remember my Grandmother saying that she had to keep waking me up to feed me an ounce of milk and that it took two hours to get me to drink it all. Alan was a peaceful content baby. We had to wake him up to feed him. Heck one time he had turned blue because he was close to the airconditioner(we didn't always do the brightest thing) and he didn't wake up. I had to take him under the warm covers with me and lay him on my warm body ad he slowly got warm. He would sleep through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should call Gail Tomorrow. Talk at lenght about her neighbor. Offer my condolences again. I care about her and the death of someone you care about is shocking like jenny said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to sleep! Only have to wrestle for the sheets with one cat .Willow my Adult soon to be five year old female. Buddy is reposed over the monitor he looks so sweet with one white  paw outstretched and his milk mustache shining in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to go to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110172025512882585?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110172025512882585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110172025512882585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110172025512882585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110172025512882585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/chronic-insomnia-and-other-matters-of.html' title='Chronic Insomnia and other matters of interest only to myself'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110159258275915847</id><published>2004-11-27T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:16:20.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nowtellmeagainwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/"&gt;chilly morning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were having a lovely rain just now. This morning it was so chilly but this afrernoon it warmed back up and now it is raining hard and Julia Child is on the television and all is right with the world,(except when the cat jumps on the table and sits on your mouse and clicks it all almost away).&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I have always loved the rain... wonder how I'll like it in Seattle? Well, Bothell to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110159258275915847?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110159258275915847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110159258275915847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110159258275915847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110159258275915847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/chilly-morning_110159258275915847.html' title='chilly morning'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110082065745524320</id><published>2004-11-18T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:33:59.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buddy hasn't learned how to walk through the leaves with out making crunching noises...Whitewash is being especially needy for some reason this evening and Willow came in,ate,and escaped through the front door as usual. WW is playing with buddy who is making those little twirping/gurgeling noises he always makes when he is having fun. Buddy is the loudest purrer too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Buddy just turned my desk wastebin over...ah cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm feeling decidedly achy and not much in the mood to type. Guess I'll get myselg  over to the kitchen and make something decent for the evening meal. Asparagus and...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pf_flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110082065745524320?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110082065745524320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110082065745524320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110082065745524320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110082065745524320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110067314455045054</id><published>2004-11-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T18:48:13.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MOTHER</title><content type='html'>I remember when my mother was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;most beautiful woman on the face of the earth! She did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cartwheels on the left hand corner of the lawn.She was 30 and I was 7 and she was just magical!! I loved her so. And,yes, oh yes! She was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;soo pretty! She had natural blond curly hair and long long legs and she was soo athletic and young and vital. That was a good year I think. But even then I could tell she wistfully longed for happier times... the year before...in Kodiak.  That was my first inkling of sad times to come.&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110067314455045054?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110067314455045054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110067314455045054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110067314455045054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110067314455045054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-mother.html' title='MY MOTHER'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110067115912186157</id><published>2004-11-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:26:21.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM</title><content type='html'>Jen said the sweetest thing in her card to me today! My heart just melted! &lt;br /&gt;She said"Diana, I feel guilty that I don't have the same high standard of thoughtfulness that you have for others. You truly are the most sensitive,thoughtful,caring and positive friend that I have ever had...she went on and on embarrassing me all the while,But at the end her P.S. Just KILLED me!!!&lt;br /&gt;She Said"Your Mom must have been WONDERFUL in spite of her illness. You are special and loved." Love,Jen&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110067115912186157?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110067115912186157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110067115912186157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110067115912186157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110067115912186157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/mom.html' title='MOM'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110066900906533604</id><published>2004-11-16T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:35:39.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat,drink,woman-woman</title><content type='html'>Went out for my birthday celebration today with my best friend Jen. Moo goo gai pan and Broccoli beef. Came home to find a birthday message from my favorite brother on the telly. We talked about his in-laws moving down to Washington from Anchorage.  So...I thought that would be a good segway so I said "When can I move up there?" He replied as quick as can be "Soon as you want to Sis" Now you know why he is my favorite brother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about getting the property here in order,either renting or selling it,me moving out and living in Bothel :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still burping up chinese,yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the tea kept Jen up, I know I am and I keep forgeting to take my go to sleep pill.&lt;br /&gt;pf_flyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110066900906533604?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110066900906533604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110066900906533604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110066900906533604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110066900906533604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/eatdrinkwoman-woman.html' title='eat,drink,woman-woman'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110034296854559923</id><published>2004-11-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:24:04.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I came to this arena simply by happenstance,really I was looking for the blog of the lady who worked for an airline and got fired because she posted a photo of herself in official flight uniform. I wanted to find her blog because she was writing about coming to grips with the death of her mother. I can relate to that issue. It has been a long greiving process for me. My mother died in February of 1994. Ten long years ago and My eyes still get misty when I think of her. At first I mourned heavily for the first five years. Now I'm ok,finally. But one never truely gets over the death of their mother do they? Anyway to make a long story short I would love to find this blog  I mentioned...if it is still on the listings here. Her name was something Queen...if that helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;-pf_flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110034296854559923?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110034296854559923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110034296854559923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110034296854559923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110034296854559923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/saturday-already.html' title='Saturday already?'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137898.post-110034695352917932</id><published>2004-11-13T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:06:25.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now tell me again what am I doing here?</title><content type='html'>Not sure how this thing works...really need to buy that book Zen and the art of Blogging. I think I've got a little knowledge of Zen,but this blogging stuff has thrown me for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;-pf_flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137898-110034695352917932?l=wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/feeds/110034695352917932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137898&amp;postID=110034695352917932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110034695352917932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137898/posts/default/110034695352917932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwwhatamidoinghere.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-tell-me-again-what-am-i-doing-here.html' title='Now tell me again what am I doing here?'/><author><name>pf_flyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510207899441671526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
