<?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-243690396886633747</id><updated>2011-12-05T16:05:44.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Life Hopes</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Mid Life hopes. Let the Journey Begin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-1819129751792821958</id><published>2010-05-13T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:39:23.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>It has truly been an unusual Spring, one day like winter, the next summer, then&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful days that make you forget the other two.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so brilliantly green. My snap beans, and tomato's are doing quite lovely, all nestled in their little boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Today is much like a rain forest would be I think, the humidity quiet high, and&lt;br /&gt;cloudy. Everything so lush and beautiful. We are also having lovely soft trade wind breezes.&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Also the first full day I have been at home the whole day in 3 weeks. I have been helping &lt;br /&gt;some folks out, and doing some cleaning and such.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my next post will be a bit more interesting, and catch some of your attention.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I am off to enjoy fresh brewed coffee, and the lovely breeze.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-1819129751792821958?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1819129751792821958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=1819129751792821958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1819129751792821958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1819129751792821958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-2002905337823427359</id><published>2010-05-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:05:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Winter and Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we woke to extremely cold weather! Everything so lush with green and beautiful, but so cold. I told hubby we were having a Green Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday still cool, but lovely sunshine,everything so green, lovely day, and lovely children fixing for their mom a beautiful dinner.&lt;br /&gt;My favorites, chicken livers wrapped in bacon, asparagus, mashed potato's with gravy.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely barbecued chicken, green beans with new potato's all cooked and prepared by&lt;br /&gt;the children, fulfilling a lovely dream of how when they are grown, how you want them to be.&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/243690396886633747-2002905337823427359?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2002905337823427359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=2002905337823427359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2002905337823427359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2002905337823427359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/05/green-winter-and-sweet-dreams.html' title='Green Winter and Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-1542725807487073308</id><published>2010-05-07T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:13:10.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blur of April</title><content type='html'>April is a blue to me now, so many things happened, but now the quiet has returned.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate all the emails from all who read my blog, and thank you for always being patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of learning how to "Train My Brian". &lt;br /&gt;Pretty much like "How to Train your Dragon". If you have not seen this movie, I can tell you its delightful.&lt;br /&gt;Save all that train the Brain for another time.&lt;br /&gt;A note: 2 weeks of sinus infection&lt;br /&gt;One smashed toe from hubby.&lt;br /&gt;One wedding daughter Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;One old fence removal.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese family needed my help everyday, instead of just Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said on April.&lt;br /&gt;Now the Merry Month of May.&lt;br /&gt;We are having beautiful weather, and I have snap beans(white half runners) coming up in the box, I am so delighted.&lt;br /&gt;Tomato's are doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;This week-end is more box building for me and himself.&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors are returning from Florida.&lt;br /&gt;They will hopefully be surprised by the removal of the old fence.&lt;br /&gt;I really was not ready for May, but being that it is the 7th day, I suppose I best get going on the things to do this month. I am only 7 days behind.&lt;br /&gt;As always I am a mess.&lt;br /&gt;As always I love you all....&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-1542725807487073308?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1542725807487073308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=1542725807487073308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1542725807487073308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1542725807487073308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/05/blur-of-april.html' title='The Blur of April'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-6187779957252985535</id><published>2010-03-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:12:10.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Until May</title><content type='html'>To all those who read my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting until the first of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending much love, and best wishes to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLH : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-6187779957252985535?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6187779957252985535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=6187779957252985535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/6187779957252985535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/6187779957252985535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/03/closed-until-may.html' title='Closed Until May'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-3964143535544750664</id><published>2010-03-22T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:13:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Monday</title><content type='html'>Its one of those mornings, that just seems wonderfully snugly, smelling the hot fresh coffee brewing, and wrapped in a nice warm sweater.&lt;br /&gt;A misty, chilly rainy day. &lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do, but more inclined to lay around and wrap my special woolie around me, and settle into reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;My son Brian, has taken to having family gatherings on Sunday afternoon at his house.&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful to go over, and enjoy the food and fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed crusted salmon, chicken burgers, and salad. It was delicious, and cooked by the other son Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express how delightful these events have been.&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday is spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;Well, my wonderful hubby, has began the process of putting in a new fence.&lt;br /&gt;That is a long awaited improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart, he worked so hard on that, and it looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will be able to put my flower beds in, without the dogs digging them up.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good..&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-3964143535544750664?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3964143535544750664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=3964143535544750664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3964143535544750664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3964143535544750664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/03/misty-monday.html' title='Misty Monday'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-7130737960018667385</id><published>2010-03-10T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:10:16.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's visitor's</title><content type='html'>I woke early this morning to a worried mind and fretted spirit, the left overs of family and family matters.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot to do this day, lots of errands, and such. It was with full intention of fulfilling that obligation to the day. However, with overcast skies and an extremely quiet house, it was back to bed I went.&lt;br /&gt;I woke about two hours later, and the day had gone on without me, and delivered, beautiful skies and absolute wonderful balmy breezes.&lt;br /&gt;I made a fresh pot of dark roast coffee, and inhaled the lovely deep aroma, and the lovely fresh breeze flowing across the table.&lt;br /&gt;Outside Larry had placed our swing into its lovely little cage, and the breeze moved it back and forth as if someone was sitting in it, just moving it ever so slightly.&lt;br /&gt;I sipped my coffee and watched as this continued.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I  could see my mom and dad sitting there, just swinging, and how wonderful they looked to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear them talking, and laughing, and mom singing some silly song.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind it was lovely to see that.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure a projection from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my coffee, and waved good day to them, as I needed to move on to &lt;br /&gt;the things of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;They left me with a smile and a tear.&lt;br /&gt;I lifted the window over the sink, and filled the sink basin up with suds, and hot water, and gave the last night's dishes a good wash, and sang a silly song.&lt;br /&gt;I greeted the day with a smile, and ran off to do the errands.&lt;br /&gt;When himself came home we ate a good meal, of fried chicken, apples, and green beans, and corn bread, and made our way outside to sit in the swing, and sing.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-7130737960018667385?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7130737960018667385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-1258731161520583926</id><published>2010-03-03T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:45:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March-----ing Into Spring</title><content type='html'>I thought the title rather catchy, however, I must say a bit too over the edge for me.&lt;br /&gt;I think myself more into the slow pace section of this marching.&lt;br /&gt;I have talked a lot of the quiet that we have been experiencing for the last month.&lt;br /&gt;It hardly seems a month now, but it has been.&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up that way, where things were quiet, and now it has returned to keep me in the grandest of company.&lt;br /&gt;Himself is a lover of it also.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so stressful, and with 5 children between us, it is often a nerve racking process to sort them.&lt;br /&gt;So all of that being said, I am just whiling away the days, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I mean other than cleaning, and what is absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Today the sun shines brilliantly, and the traffic is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone decided to take their car out for a spin, and a wash.&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be a beautiful weather week-end, so we plan on taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;It is shed cleaning time, and picking up dead limbs, and debris from the yard.&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to see things green again.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-1258731161520583926?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1258731161520583926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=1258731161520583926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1258731161520583926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1258731161520583926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-ing-into-spring.html' title='March-----ing Into Spring'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-5354136179232541781</id><published>2010-02-23T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:23:51.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>Its been almost 3 weeks now, since we have been able to have our entire house back.&lt;br /&gt;I have written much about the quiet, and the harmony, and not wanting to disturb it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cleaning, and sorting, but doing it very quietly, as to not break the spell of the peacefulness.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, himself and I changed our routine, and when he arrived home after work, we ate, and drank our coffee, and took a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked so dingy, the sky, the black snow, the barren trees.&lt;br /&gt;We are forecasted to have more snow today, and icy mist.&lt;br /&gt;More snow for the next two days, and I have to admit that some light snow dusting's will refresh the dingy look of things.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a enormous consignment shop to look at some furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Though we found nothing to our liking, it was fun, and a change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;We did enjoy the outing.&lt;br /&gt;Today after I tidy the house, I am going to work on one of my projects.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to decide which one?&lt;br /&gt;I look out upon the beautiful new snow falling gently and covering the dingy.&lt;br /&gt;Its refreshing, as nature has such a way of re-decorating.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhh, be very very quiet...&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-5354136179232541781?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5354136179232541781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=5354136179232541781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5354136179232541781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5354136179232541781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/02/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-718191501737838284</id><published>2010-02-17T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:44:28.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought or Two</title><content type='html'>While pondering the things of the universe, I was interrupted, by the new personal ring tone on the new house phone, which by that it lets me know that a relative or friend is calling.&lt;br /&gt;Clever this phone is.&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks the house and me and himself have been allowing the quiet, to just flow through us.&lt;br /&gt;I walk through very quietly trying not to disturb, the peace.&lt;br /&gt;Our last house guest have now moved into their own nest, and finding twigs of their own, they are happy, and we are too.&lt;br /&gt;Time has seemed more valuable than ever, and I try to not waste a moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have been with a bit of a cold and scratchy throat for the last week, I am on the mend I think.&lt;br /&gt;Our evenings have been fixing a nice dinner, and afterwards having a cup of coffee, and watching a nightly episode of Monarch Of The Glen, such lovely friends to have for company in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Then we retire to our bedroom, and talk for awhile, and snuggle deep under the covers, as we turn the heat very low at night.&lt;br /&gt;We are still with an abundance of snow drifts, and icicles.&lt;br /&gt;During the day, I walk about with a heavy sweater and warm boots, and feel quiet comfy in the winter wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be impatient wanting winter to be gone, but now, I savor its beauty, and enjoy the beautiful white canvas, dotted here and there with evergreens.&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks I have also tackled things long overdue in cleaning, and sorting.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a project room.&lt;br /&gt;Its a lovely place, where old photo's and old letters and cards seem to come to life when viewed or read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where gift wrapping can be done with some room, and where sewing seems to be a pleasant change of place.&lt;br /&gt;Where, books can be laying about, and the large picture window to dream from.&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice room, and I am grateful to have it.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-718191501737838284?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/718191501737838284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=718191501737838284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/718191501737838284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/718191501737838284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-thought-or-two.html' title='Just A Thought or Two'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-1022775129712300808</id><published>2010-02-10T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:00:21.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3NWSs-AcqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/61JhosmKwYI/s1600-h/Caleb+Christmas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3NWSs-AcqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/61JhosmKwYI/s400/Caleb+Christmas+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436784054475190946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture here is of my son, named Caleb, after his Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;He distanced himself since this day of Christmas in which the photo was taken.&lt;br /&gt;Became withdrawn and reclusive.&lt;br /&gt;Today the prodigal son returned, and as per usual I fixed the egg sandwich that he and his grandpa loved.&lt;br /&gt;We sat and chatted and to my surprise, he had been on a mind quest to look at the world, and his education, and his job, and his life.&lt;br /&gt;He revealed that he was reading and concentrating on how to improve his current life style.&lt;br /&gt;He has been researching cultural situations.&lt;br /&gt;I remarked that he had certainly chosen a wide and deep river to swim across.&lt;br /&gt;He is a big Jamie Oliver fan, and wishes to have a Mohawk, and grow things organically.&lt;br /&gt;I just embraced his desires, and said nothing of how that would turn out.&lt;br /&gt;I do not claim to have any psychic abilities, some things in life do not require that&lt;br /&gt;particular gift.&lt;br /&gt;He is a wonderful mixed bag of tricks, and has a great mind, and a very soft heart.&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up this event, it was good to see him. I am always happy when he comes up for air.&lt;br /&gt;MLH.. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-1022775129712300808?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1022775129712300808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=1022775129712300808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1022775129712300808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1022775129712300808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2010/02/portrait.html' title='A Portrait'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3NWSs-AcqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/61JhosmKwYI/s72-c/Caleb+Christmas+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-9015328847559297241</id><published>2010-01-25T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:48:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday of It All</title><content type='html'>There are those moments when you really look at your age. &lt;br /&gt;A reflective moment when you ponder all that you have been, and what you are now.&lt;br /&gt;As himself says, its a sign post!&lt;br /&gt;Such as STOP, and proceed with CAUTION.&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day, we went treasure hunting at this old warehouse, filled with vintage things, and so much that it rather looks like a museum.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at some of the old things that we remembered from our child-hood, and things of our children's childhood that are considered collectibles.&lt;br /&gt;We did not purchase anything, but had a grand time looking about.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the children except one was gathered around a large table, filled with the smell of pit cooked barbecue, and menu's flying around, and the table filled with good eats, lots of jokes, and stories abounded.&lt;br /&gt;This was my gift from himself, that he bought all together for a wonderful meal, at a wonderful barbecue place, with background music of the old blues playing.&lt;br /&gt;It was a delightful time.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;This is my second day of being 57 years old, and now, I am wondering if I am still mid-life?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I have said it so many time before, I am such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;That still remains a fact of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am so fortunate to have such a wonderful blood family, a mom, and two sisters left.&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate to have all of my children about, and their mates.&lt;br /&gt;I am most fortunate to have such lovely friends, My PFG, and Calico Kate, my next door neighbor Susie, my life long friend Niki.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have so many in my life, and that love always wins the battles over crape.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have my Husband. He has been such a blessing to my life, and always promotes the good and right of things. &lt;br /&gt;Never focusing on what we cannot do, but what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;Never allowing the negativity of life and folks to become the dominate factor.&lt;br /&gt;I so adore him.&lt;br /&gt;So I am thinking that I am semi-over the hill now, instead of mid life?&lt;br /&gt;Which it should all be down hill now right?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;We shall see......&lt;br /&gt;On my second day, the hill is looking to be a rather steep decline.&lt;br /&gt;I am a mess..&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&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/243690396886633747-9015328847559297241?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/9015328847559297241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-4615717619549997411</id><published>2010-01-14T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:44:09.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 of The New Year</title><content type='html'>Well its Thursday day 14 of the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see yesterday was interesting, Larry and I went to an actual Dr.&lt;br /&gt;I amused the Dr, with my ability to play with words, redirect his objective, and turn it into mine.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was to get a lower insurance premium, and had to appear before a dr. like a judge with a violation.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear, the games the insurance company play!&lt;br /&gt;Not to linger there.&lt;br /&gt;It will turn into a rant and I will have to have get rant space on PFG's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am patiently waiting for this month to slide away uneventfully, and that with the hopes of starting some seeds in the second week of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is approaching, and I will be older again.&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily wiser, but older.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 months now of sharing a house with son, daughter-in-law and step granddaughter, we have learned a lot from this experience.&lt;br /&gt;It has shown us how to share more than we thought we have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Our home has always been a refuge for weary life travelers.&lt;br /&gt;If all goes according to plan, we will be alone in our house again.&lt;br /&gt;We talk of lofty plans of doing this and that, and what we have decided is.&lt;br /&gt;That we will just sit about, and wait as life reveals its mysteries to us.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all to have enough of what they need, some of what they want.&lt;br /&gt;As my wonderful himself always says, "Be kind and do no Harm".&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;MLH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-3840963359538005519</id><published>2010-01-07T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:05:19.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Snow of it All</title><content type='html'>Ok I admit, I am a back slider..&lt;br /&gt;Though I did make an effort to resist the temptation of pizza. I held the phone for about 5 minutes, then,&lt;br /&gt;I watched as my fingers dialed the local Pizza Hut, to order their large speciality&lt;br /&gt;pizza for 10 bucks. Its strange my fingers know the numbers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its only day 7, I justified.&lt;br /&gt;Its only 10 bucks, and a tip.&lt;br /&gt;The world could end in a few minutes..????&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I should not have ordered the chocolate dunking sticks, they are so evil.&lt;br /&gt;Its too late to to un order it now.&lt;br /&gt;We have been pretty hammered with snow, and more snow, and more to come.&lt;br /&gt;My sister who lives in the Sunny land of Florida, is alarmed that they may actually be getting snow their way. OMG, that is like Hell freezing over..&lt;br /&gt;Thus the need to console myself of all the times, I have said, "Ok when Hell freezes over I will". (In case you don't recognize this expression it is very Southern)&lt;br /&gt;At the moment we are having snow whirl winds, its so neat to watch from our very warm room.&lt;br /&gt;It is truly a winter wonder land out there.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, pizza on the way, hot coffee brewing, hubby on the way home, has all the makings of a good evening, just a good old movie now, and we are on the way to that.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-3840963359538005519?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3840963359538005519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=3840963359538005519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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falling softly, coffee hot and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Festivities, holiday foods, family, now settled in and down for a New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, and I am just now surfacing to greet the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed that 6 days have passed, and where have they gone?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I celebrated with a bottle of Asti, and some of the "Thin Man" movies&lt;br /&gt;We did not watch the ball drop this year.&lt;br /&gt;He was off for 10 days, and we just allowed the time to pass without taking any real note of it, just relaxing, and enjoying each others company.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of talking of our life's journey, and what lies ahead to be done.&lt;br /&gt;In between times, sorting out family matters.&lt;br /&gt;Looking over finances, and deciding how to manage our up and coming old age retirement.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed a plenty at that!&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is such good medicine!&lt;br /&gt;We shed a tear here and there for all those we love and hold so dear to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;No resolutions, just a strong effort to eat healthier, and hold to our core values, and take notes, and resolve what we can when we can.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that we hold so gently is the appreciation we have for all those who have worked so hard in their life!&lt;br /&gt;Those who have given so much, and taken so little.&lt;br /&gt;The cold winds may whisper across their graves this day, but they are remembered!!&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-154464733403898583?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/154464733403898583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=154464733403898583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the eyes of a child at Christmastime, you begin to see the magic all over again, the wonderment, the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;As an adult you have sorted the mystery of Santa, and reindeer, and such.&lt;br /&gt;A child is still sorting through all of that.&lt;br /&gt;So what meaning does it hold for us now?&lt;br /&gt;A winter holiday?&lt;br /&gt;A festive time of year?&lt;br /&gt;A decorating frenzy?&lt;br /&gt;For me it holds a time of remembering, a time of reflecting on Christmas's past.&lt;br /&gt;This year holds the memory.&lt;br /&gt;A Thumbelina Doll.&lt;br /&gt;My first motherhood experience.&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me, I was completely bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;I being such a young girl, being given such a floppy big baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;She came complete with her thumb in her mouth and a bottle that when you put it there, the magic fluid disappeared, then refilled itself as you held it upright.&lt;br /&gt;My mom explained that I was to play with this????&lt;br /&gt;I could not understand that.&lt;br /&gt;How did you play with that?&lt;br /&gt;What did you play?&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister got the same doll, different colored hair, she took to it like a duck to water.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to it, wrapping it in a blanket, singing to it.&lt;br /&gt;Feeding it the magic formula.&lt;br /&gt;Mine lay around and stared into space blankly.&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 years old, and baby sis was 4.&lt;br /&gt;I conveniently lost mind in the woods, and my baby sis, may still have hers tucked away in some storage container somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I confided in my dad, that it the doll scared me, and worried me that my sister thought it was going to come to life by that magic formular.&lt;br /&gt;My dad laughed for years over this.&lt;br /&gt;He said I told your mom to get you a pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-908524439434525680?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/908524439434525680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=908524439434525680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/908524439434525680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/908524439434525680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonder-of-it-all.html' title='The Wonder of It All'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-421598880794749713</id><published>2009-12-07T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:27:39.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Fallen Snow</title><content type='html'>Last night for the first time in quite a long time,I actually got a really good restful sleep. I felt so refreshed this morning, and to wake to steaming coffee made by my hubby, and an announcement that we had snow, it was a wonderful way to greet the day.&lt;br /&gt;Our last few week-ends have been given over to a mission run, and between times have been in trying to stabilize the things at home.&lt;br /&gt;It has been for the last couple of months an emotional roller coaster with things.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems to be settled down, and all is calm for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I so appreciate these calm times, a chance to rest, and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;I began writing about our family history at Roanoke Island, and of course the more I wrote, the more I investigated the history of the Island. Aside from the first English colony there, there is the history of the role the Island played in the civil War.&lt;br /&gt;Save all that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;That involves the story of things found in the attic there.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to record moments in time are often difficult as to mis-information, and I certainly had plenty of that.&lt;br /&gt;Due of course to my remembrances of names and places, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were incorrect. So I have had to go back and recapture this with the help of some wonderful folks still remaining there on the Island.&lt;br /&gt;I might add that two ladies of which I have correspondence with have been absolutely wonderful in helping me put the correct names together.&lt;br /&gt;I knew most of them by their nick-names, which I did have those right.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this writing project, looking back almost 50 years ago is to say the least very interesting, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to catch up some over due laundry, and enjoy more coffee, and snow.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-421598880794749713?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/421598880794749713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=421598880794749713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/421598880794749713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/421598880794749713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresh-fallen-snow.html' title='Fresh Fallen Snow'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-2314766371214468005</id><published>2009-11-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:43:46.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangs Her Head in Shame</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling to keep my head, and thoughts above water here of late.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to those I may have hurt or offended by leaving them with absence of notes, or of any replies, emails, or letters.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive this Mid Life Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am grateful that today finds me in a more peaceful state of things, and I have decided after such a long siege of events, its time to get back on the blog wagon, and emails, and correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;I personally apologize to my wonderful PFG.&lt;br /&gt;I am back to Mid Life Hope. : )&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hugs to All&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-2314766371214468005?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2314766371214468005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=2314766371214468005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2314766371214468005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2314766371214468005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/11/hangs-her-head-in-shame.html' title='Hangs Her Head in Shame'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-4370846268376455682</id><published>2009-11-16T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:48:06.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL on Crap Blog Detective</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to admit, that was interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Original to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Tagged and chewed by a crap blog detective.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is How did he know I was 90 years old? ahh, thus the detective part eh?&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;No one can keep a secret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh its no secret that I fell off the blog wagon.&lt;br /&gt;I have this need to write, but for the last couple of months, I have been so engrossed in a project that started with the Letter.&lt;br /&gt;Letters from the Attic.&lt;br /&gt;So when you are 90 you tend to look back at your youth with a different eye.&lt;br /&gt;You uncover things from your childhood that bring your senses back to life.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me writing of my childhood to a new world of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;To the place of my youth, and the magic it still holds for me.&lt;br /&gt;With all the necessary elements of a good mystery novel.&lt;br /&gt;First English colony, to pirates, to Indians.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing this little island did not have was cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for one that appeared in 1960, but that is all for another time.&lt;br /&gt;At the present time, I am reading up on history so to be as accurate as possible for adding and weaving my story.&lt;br /&gt;Which divides itself into two categories, my childhood, mixed with the historical facts of its time and place.&lt;br /&gt;The historical facts of the place and time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, lets see you figure that one out detective...&lt;br /&gt;Well to my wonderful and lovely readers, I will try to write something that really makes sense later.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-4370846268376455682?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4370846268376455682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=4370846268376455682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/4370846268376455682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/4370846268376455682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol-on-crap-blog-detective.html' title='LOL on Crap Blog Detective'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-636843244479630398</id><published>2009-09-01T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:30:23.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter's  From The Attic</title><content type='html'>Love Letter's, Letters of hard times, Letter's sharing joys of newborns, and events, Letter's of sorrow for the lost of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Hours spent reading the words left behind so long ago, by those long gone now.&lt;br /&gt;All carefully bundled in ribbon, preserved to retain the tears, the joy, the excitement, anticipation, personal bundle's of small history journals.&lt;br /&gt;Letters written with much thought, with much love, words carefully chosen, written out. Stamped, addressed, put in the post, retrieved, received, read, and valued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several hundred of these tucked away, and occasionally pull out to read, and for that moment I am teleported to that time, to that moment, the connection is clear, and the memory of that time is revived. Some of them still bring forth tears, or a laugh, or deep sighs.&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/243690396886633747-636843244479630398?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/636843244479630398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=636843244479630398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/636843244479630398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/636843244479630398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/09/letters-from-attic.html' title='Letter&apos;s  From The Attic'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-3484431303190092647</id><published>2009-08-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:26:53.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Rod</title><content type='html'>Having an absolute lovely ride out this early morning, the country ride was more than I could of hoped for, it was so fresh, and the dew quite heavy, with a bit of chill in the air, and to each side of the winding country roads the queen Anne's lace, and Golden Rod were quite dominate. I passed by the lama farm, and the many ponds along the road, all filled with Geese. It was yesterday's lovely ride that brought home the childhood memories stirred by the Golden Rod, as a child, we knew it was getting close to school time when it started to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to know that even though school was starting there was still time to play afterwards after chores. &lt;br /&gt;I grew up much different than anyone I have ever known. I suppose it was just that time in the world. Things were changing, and most folks I knew, did not want too, and never intended too.&lt;br /&gt;I was 7 years old when we moved to the Roanoke Island, The very small community was called Manteo, the adjoining community was called Wanchese, both were named after Indiana Chiefs.&lt;br /&gt;7 miles away, was the bridge across the Croatan Sound that took you to the Atlantic Ocean, and just over to the left as you were exiting the bridge, you could see the huge sand dunes, where Orvile and Wilbur made their flight. (Jockey Ridge)&lt;br /&gt;The huge old beach houses, it was not a very big place, not like now.&lt;br /&gt;I did not get to go over to the ocean much, my mom thought it was too big. : )&lt;br /&gt;I think she was afraid it would swallow me up.&lt;br /&gt;Mom used to work cleaning a motel over there, and heard all kinds of horror stories.&lt;br /&gt;So trips to the beach were very infrequent. I loved the ocean, and as a child, it was so strange how just a car ride away was such a different place completely.&lt;br /&gt;I went back there about 20 years ago, it was the first time I had been there since a young teen, I looked at what had been done I cried.&lt;br /&gt;The marshes had been filled with concrete, built high rises, built million dollar homes.&lt;br /&gt;For all the wealth to capture a view, but they would never have enough money to buy the memories I had of a time long gone, when poor people lived off of the land and what it could provide, rather than a mall with expensive swim ware.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the shame of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant here..&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-3484431303190092647?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3484431303190092647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=3484431303190092647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3484431303190092647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3484431303190092647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/08/golden-rod.html' title='Golden Rod'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-5089213283455894135</id><published>2009-08-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:13:23.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Exposure From a Northern View</title><content type='html'>I grew up on Roanoke Island, A small Island on the coast of North Carolina, just a small place, with larger than life people and history.&lt;br /&gt;However not knowing any of that at the time, my days as a child were filled with the magic of pirate ships, and digging for treasure. Long days of eating strawberries, and playing soft ball in a pasture, turning the road into a hop scotch pad.&lt;br /&gt;Spending hours collecting locust shells, and freaking my mom out with them.&lt;br /&gt;Playing in doodle bug holes, thus my nick name.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time in the Elizabethan Gardens, pretending to be a Queen, especially since my middle named was Elizabeth. &lt;br /&gt;Listening to the boat builders hammer and saw, and that wonderful smell of fresh cut lumber.&lt;br /&gt;Catching fish, and eating them soon there after, digging for clams, and picking up drift wood, shells, and digging for old bottles and such when the tide was out for treasures. Digging sassafras roots and chewing on them, waiting patiently for the scuppernong grapes to be ready and fighting the yellow jackets for their sweet sticky taste. I was just old enough to understand how to look out for rattlesnakes, and how to row a boat, and how to chop fire starter. I also learned not to never eat a persimmon before it was ripe. introduced to how to murder a chicken! The smell of placing said chicken with feathers still attached to it into a tub of boiling water, is still one that I have trouble forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;The long summers were a school of learning in itself. &lt;br /&gt;I learned some very painful lessons. Chiggers are irritating, blueberries are harvested by green snakes, and they will fight you for them.&lt;br /&gt;Jelly fish are mean, and suck your blood. mosquito's love small girls with shorts, horse flies love people more than horses, old abandoned houses are dangerous, and have lots of rotten floor boards. The sun will turn you red, and give you water blisters, sometimes rowing a boat too far out, can be a major problem.&lt;br /&gt;Using pine boughs to make a tent, is a good smell, but pulling ticks out is not a pleasant extraction.&lt;br /&gt;Bulls in pastures are not necessarily friendly at times, and do not care to be ridden.&lt;br /&gt;Horses will bite.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now, I am going to have to take a nap, I am exhausted from reliving moments of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-5089213283455894135?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5089213283455894135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=5089213283455894135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5089213283455894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5089213283455894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/08/southern-exposure-from-northern-view.html' title='Southern Exposure From a Northern View'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-8092655500088838175</id><published>2009-08-18T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:32:32.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pink Fairy and A Calico Kate</title><content type='html'>Through the trials and troubles of everyday life. There are those sweet angles that always brighten your day, these two women mentioned above are so very special to me, and always in my thoughts and prayers. Through the world of blogs, you meet and read so many interesting and wonderful things, the life and times of these two special ladies are so much inspiration, and just knowing they are out and about in the world makes it a brighter place for me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pink Fairy Gran, and Calico Kate for always being so wonderful and so far reaching with loving hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-8092655500088838175?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8092655500088838175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=8092655500088838175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8092655500088838175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8092655500088838175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-fairy-and-calico-kate.html' title='A Pink Fairy and A Calico Kate'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-7009993012844157425</id><published>2009-06-17T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:06:13.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace and Caleb  (Mom and Dad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTI5MDM1NDQwNiZwdD*xMjQ1MjkwNDUxNzM*JnA9ODU2NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWVhMjU3NmUyMThmNzQ1M2VhZTMzZTQ2ODIxYzI4NjBlJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net/photo/8a41f1e9c5097572/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dumpr.net/static/d8/8a41f1e9c5097572_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Museum"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net/museumr.php"&gt;Art Museum&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.dumpr.net"&gt;dumpr.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-7009993012844157425?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7009993012844157425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=7009993012844157425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7009993012844157425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7009993012844157425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dumprnet.html' title='Grace and Caleb  (Mom and Dad)'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-2490059746326856976</id><published>2009-05-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:51:33.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Finds, Good People, Good Things</title><content type='html'>Early morning found me heading out to the realm of the enchantment of yard sales. This being the week of the 800 miles, only today I only traveled maybe a block for my first outing.&lt;br /&gt;A woman who just maybe a block away in our neighborhood, of whom I had never met.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we not only met, but I helped her put her things out and about and guided her through the process of selling.&lt;br /&gt;She had another friend trying to help also. We even recruited my neighbor that I did know to help. We had a wonderful time of helping and making good neighbor relations a fun and wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;It was exhausting as she had so much stuff over 6 years worth that she had been packing away to have such an event one day.&lt;br /&gt;This lady, 5 year recovering stroke victim, with serious medical problems, still working her same job of 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;It was the very least that we could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;In the end of things we were all exhausted. Her final outcome was very good monetarily wise, but this lady was truly worn down, however she had a wonderful smile, and called me later to thank me and the other neighbor. : )&lt;br /&gt;I left after about 6 hours and went to another sell, I found a lovely bench, that converts into a picnic table, I will take a picture tomorrow of it.&lt;br /&gt;Some very lovely embroidered pillow cases, some lovely fenton glass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so many beautiful things being produced from garages, and sheds, and attics.&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last few days of exploring, as I have so many things and projects and such to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;In this years event however, I have met some wonderful people, with lots of stories.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired this evening, and sorry for not a very exciting blog, but none the less a morsal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-2490059746326856976?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2490059746326856976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=2490059746326856976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2490059746326856976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/2490059746326856976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-finds-good-people-good-things.html' title='Good Finds, Good People, Good Things'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-7582708474707838367</id><published>2009-05-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:40:28.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale Therapy</title><content type='html'>So today was the beginning of the 800 mile yard sale,It starts in Maryland Hwy US 40 The old National Hwy.&lt;br /&gt;I went about 10 miles found a beautiful oil painting for $4.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/Sh4G2AUkGqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mWMwwtMeZtk/s1600-h/yard+sale+001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/Sh4G2AUkGqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mWMwwtMeZtk/s400/yard+sale+001.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely bone china tea cup and saucer for $2.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/Sh4HfRJJGCI/AAAAAAAAATA/ljryzMu55jc/s1600-h/yard+sale+006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/Sh4HfRJJGCI/AAAAAAAAATA/ljryzMu55jc/s400/yard+sale+006.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very old book, and lots of 25 cent items. It was so good to be out among the cast offs and enjoy yard sell chatter with the sellers.&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow, I only have 790 more miles to go.??? Yeah Right..&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall be hard pressed to out do the bed purchase.&lt;br /&gt;I love our new bed, and I enjoy making it up now.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I have a lot of things laying in front of me to do, but for the life of me, I cannot decide which project should be first.&lt;br /&gt;We have a door to install on the converted garage, a need for a new bathroom sink, and a shed to make into a cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, such hard decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start all of them at once, and eventually finish one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to yard sales, its more of an interesting social outlet for me.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hearing the stories, and the town gossip at these events.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a story, that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Some are so sad, and some are too funny.&lt;br /&gt;None the less all are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Larry and I watched Mall cop tonight, it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, but wanted to leave a little something for the day.&lt;br /&gt;So to all my lovely friends, I leave you with a ta da...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off to find my nighty, and bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my next post will be more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I did buy a lottery ticket, and going to check that now.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-7582708474707838367?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7582708474707838367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=7582708474707838367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7582708474707838367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7582708474707838367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/yard-sale-therapy.html' title='Yard Sale Therapy'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/Sh4G2AUkGqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mWMwwtMeZtk/s72-c/yard+sale+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-5496435807639974498</id><published>2009-05-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:39:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Wear??</title><content type='html'>Since my last blog which was several months ago, I feel that I needed to come back to blogger wearing a lovely new dress.&lt;br /&gt;However, I am afraid that I am still just an old yard sale junkie, and still sporting my comfy casual style as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Over my absence of these last few months, I have had some time to think, refresh, renew, and come to terms with some matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;None of that is blog worthy as it would cause too much time and effort for documenting, and reading.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will start by just saying Hello to you all.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not been writing, I have been reading, and oh bless all of your hearts for the wonderful things that you share.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to begin with the story of my Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It started out as usual, got up late almost 10am, but remember before you accuse me of being a bed slut, that I went to bed at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;I made a pot of coffee, and starred out into the yard. Taking in the beauty of the green, the flowers the smell of newness, the lawn mowers going, and in the back of my mind, I knew there were a ton of yard sales going on.&lt;br /&gt;I had made a promise to myself that I would not go out, and about to them.&lt;br /&gt;So, taking a deep breath, I realized how foolish I had been in making that decision.&lt;br /&gt;I gathered my things, and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;I found a few sales, and bought a few things.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one sale in a neighborhood that only had a few things out, and normally I would just pass it by, but decided to stop and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;This lady had the most wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sign by her money box, that said, she had an Amish bed for sale, with mattress and box springs for $75.00.&lt;br /&gt;So I inquired of it.&lt;br /&gt;The lady took me inside of her home, and showed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little taken back, as it was a grand piece of Amish work.&lt;br /&gt;I asked why she was selling it, and she said that she was moving, and it was too heavy, and she did not want to be burdened with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I told her, I liked it, and she told me that I could have it all for $50.00.&lt;br /&gt;I told her, that I would be back for it in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind, that I have not had a bed frame for about 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;We have always had our bed on a metal support.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have looked at bed frames for a long time, but find most of them to be shabby, and ornamental, and cannot afford the really nice well made ones.&lt;br /&gt;So, breaking a promise to myself, I was so very fortunate to acquire a very nice solid oak handmade bed.~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/ShwmpYDLuhI/AAAAAAAAASw/ar0xDrgtfIw/s1600-h/Amish+bed+008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/ShwmpYDLuhI/AAAAAAAAASw/ar0xDrgtfIw/s400/Amish+bed+008.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/ShwmbG-InzI/AAAAAAAAASo/NuHVHXtwaE4/s1600-h/Amish+bed+010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/ShwmbG-InzI/AAAAAAAAASo/NuHVHXtwaE4/s400/Amish+bed+010.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, and it is such a wonderful piece to have.&lt;br /&gt;I now feel like a grown up. (Imagine thats all I needed to be a grown up... LOL )&lt;br /&gt;The heat was terrible on Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband and son-in-love, put the lovely bed together.&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned into a movie night.&lt;br /&gt;Complete with pizza and soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movies selected by my daughter, Wall-E and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E, was sweet and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Australia was at first confusing, and then an absolutely wonderful story.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I enjoyed both movies.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great 4 days, started a lot of projects, got a lot done, still more to finish but overall, it all has developed well.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's computer crashed, but it was time for a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Lots on my heart still, but making great strides to take each day as it comes and always try to do the best I can with what we have now, and continue to love and hold dear my family.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-5496435807639974498?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5496435807639974498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=5496435807639974498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5496435807639974498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5496435807639974498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-wear.html' title='What To Wear??'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/ShwmpYDLuhI/AAAAAAAAASw/ar0xDrgtfIw/s72-c/Amish+bed+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-1504011319026225042</id><published>2009-01-30T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:21:14.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries of The Revolving Door........</title><content type='html'>I think everyone loves a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, most would enjoy knowing about my life, as it is still a mystery to me!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a result of the book I am currently reading by Dave Barry "Big Trouble"&lt;br /&gt;This should be a movie..LOL&lt;br /&gt;It is so convoluted, same as our life seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to take a break from the blog life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think to post anything for the month of Feb. However I will continue to read every one's and still comment, and email.&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, I hope to be back in March.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-1504011319026225042?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1504011319026225042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=1504011319026225042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1504011319026225042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/1504011319026225042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/mysteries-of-revolving-door.html' title='Mysteries of The Revolving Door........'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-691814803052109124</id><published>2009-01-26T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:31:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Friday....</title><content type='html'>Though it is Monday, I need to go back to Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I had my day planned out, I would clean the house that I was scheduled to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Take a long hot bath on my return home. Put on some music, and tidy up and wait for my hubby to come in, and go out for fish and chips at the Claddaugh.(The Plan)..&lt;br /&gt;My daughter comes home in frantic mode, needing to take care of some business,she is exhausted, in need of sleep, she had gotten off of a 12 hours shift.&lt;br /&gt;So, she explains why I need to go with her to do this, it is evident that she needs me to keep her alert if she is going to be driving to downtown Indy.&lt;br /&gt;So, I call and reschedule the house cleaning for today..(YEAH).&lt;br /&gt;So off we go, she is in no shape for conversing, and I am only along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Driving downtown Indy is not as easy as one may think. It is down right scary.&lt;br /&gt;Her business is at the courthouse, and I stay in the car, and she has to walk a very good distance. I found a Nora Roberts book, so I was occupied, and I was pretty much half-way through the book when she returned, she had been very insulted by an office worker, of which she pointed out to him that he owned a red line swing stapler.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, she decided in her exhausted state that we needed to go and eat, and that she would be able to eat horse hair at that point. So next stop Cracker Barell. We both ordered Chicken and dumplings, she had about 3 spoonfuls and was full. I had just started eating good when she made the announcement about being full already. So, we got to go boxes, and then she decided we needed to get our eyebrows threaded. Now, I am still hungry, thinking about those lovely dumplings getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;While I am sitting in a chair with this lady and her dental floss pulling my eyebrows into shape. Finally, its 1pm, and I am going to be able to get home heat up the dumplings, and put some cooling gel on my aching arches. So, to my surprise the younger son, has moved home while I was away in Indy. He had unplugged my computer, put his in, and had a basket of dirty laundry waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;He was also hungry, so I offered him my earlier meal, and he thanked me, and said, oh by the way Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled...&lt;br /&gt;Yes you guessed it, now my organized everything room is now occupied by himself.&lt;br /&gt;So, he had a package that he opened, which from the outside looked like a doll box.&lt;br /&gt;I thought oh, he bought me a doll.  He said, yeah, I bought this off of eBay for $2.00, I said oh yeah, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;He was tearing away at the package, which indicated it was not a doll, and not a gift for me. He said its a crow bar.....&lt;br /&gt;Why I asked?&lt;br /&gt;Darn he said as he looked at the small tool, its too short.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I ask again Why?&lt;br /&gt;For Zombies, the only way you can really kill them is with a crowbar.......&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I said.&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom, got to go to work...&lt;br /&gt;I stand there, and think what in the world is going on with my grown children?&lt;br /&gt;Its too painful, and too funny to continue, but, here I am, with my last nerve gone, and a crowbar for I assume Pygmy zombies, and in case they attack, I am fully prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby comes home takes one look at his frazzled, puzzled wife, and with no music, he swoops me into his arms and takes me on a slow loving dance in the Once everything room.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. We ordered Pizza.....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-691814803052109124?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/691814803052109124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=691814803052109124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/691814803052109124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/691814803052109124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/mondays-friday.html' title='Monday&apos;s Friday....'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-5253419963143442</id><published>2009-01-19T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:28:40.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 of the New Year</title><content type='html'>Wow, how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a bit out of sorts for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have been out of sorts most of my life...&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I am always playing catch up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I get things where I think I want them, I change my mind, and either try another thing, or arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Mess!&lt;br /&gt;However, I am pleased to announce that I have managed to get some things accomplished with the one room that has been an everything room, to now a defined everything room.&lt;br /&gt;I will digress to speak of its history since our move in 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was the garage of this ranch house, and converted into a study, or bonus room before we moved here.&lt;br /&gt;Its really a neat place, but with the way it was remodeled it lacked a feeling of exactly what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Thus it became the everything room.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is home to my computer, a single bed for company, a lounging chair, craft supplies, mostly for scrap booking and other odd and ends, everything was just kind of jumbled, and over the week-end Hubby and I were able to give it some personality.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I will take a picture sometime today.&lt;br /&gt;It is now quite enjoyable to be in, and feels more like part of the house now.&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to Spring. I have so many plans for our flower box garden!&lt;br /&gt;I am the most excited of making our shed into a lovely cottage.&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of square foot gardening! This year more squash..&lt;br /&gt;I love yellow squash.&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go and get things going, or not????&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-5253419963143442?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5253419963143442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=5253419963143442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5253419963143442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/5253419963143442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-19-of-new-year.html' title='Day 19 of the New Year'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-8822771543564804276</id><published>2009-01-12T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:32:34.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monday of It All</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the dance thing is a bit much eh??&lt;br /&gt;LOL, What would kind of world would it be without My sense Of humor??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe better without my weird sense of it... :)&lt;br /&gt;I am frazzled today, so much to do, so little time to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;Its so cold, and damp, and dreary outside.&lt;br /&gt;But inside its delightful, and warm, and easy to just put off things, and lay upon the big soft sofa, eat bon bon's and read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;However sense my world depends on me to keep it stabilized, I must do some things to &lt;br /&gt;keep it running.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a vicious cycle it is..:)&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, I must, I must get a grip, and a starting point.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-8822771543564804276?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8822771543564804276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=8822771543564804276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8822771543564804276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8822771543564804276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-of-it-all.html' title='The Monday of It All'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-5790509965337601038</id><published>2009-01-08T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:28:26.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...... 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Its a New Year ..... OK... :)'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-3584281749691467108</id><published>2009-01-04T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:31:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Side Up!</title><content type='html'>So, its back to the normal.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is normal.&lt;br /&gt;Larry is feeling better,and sadly has to return to the demanding work world.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad for him to have to return.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a day of contemplation for me so far, as to things that need to be accomplished before spring. (A game plan).&lt;br /&gt;We have a fence that needs to be replaced, garden boxes to be built, We have plans for the shed cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is all of the other things that need attention before this can happen.&lt;br /&gt;The list... Oh the dreaded list of things that have to be done before we can start.&lt;br /&gt;Checking it to make sure we are on plan.&lt;br /&gt;Larry makes fun of my lists...They are all over the place like some kind of clue to some hidden treasure.&lt;br /&gt;I have these potato's that are very seeded. I asked him if he thought it was too early to plant them. He laughed, and said, yeah I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I think that with the way the weather has been that I will plant them with a cover.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I suppose that needs some explanation..&lt;br /&gt;A very long time ago, I planted potato's in old tires.&lt;br /&gt;Its a unique way of growing them, but works very well for small places where you cannot grow things conventionally. I have not done this since I have been in Indy.&lt;br /&gt;Its more of a Southern thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, being the delightfully optimist that I am...LOL&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do that this week.&lt;br /&gt;So, if it fails, I am sure I will have more seeded potato's before the natural planting time occurs.&lt;br /&gt;Taking square foot gardening to a whole new level... that would be me!!&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change.......I AM A MESS !!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-3584281749691467108?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/3584281749691467108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=3584281749691467108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3584281749691467108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/3584281749691467108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-side-up.html' title='Monday Side Up!'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-7782067871450511141</id><published>2009-01-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:02:10.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look of A New Year</title><content type='html'>So far things are shaping up for a good year.&lt;br /&gt;I truly plan to take each day at a time, and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Not looking so far ahead, or looking so far back.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to realize where I am at this time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hey can you tell my hair is finally trying to grow again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I just might be growing up some...&lt;br /&gt;Big girl pills and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a quiet day here at home. My husband is feeling very &lt;br /&gt;poorly, so he has taken to his chair with blanket and dog, and &lt;br /&gt;T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart, he has a bad cough, head ache, and general over&lt;br /&gt;all feels bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;If he is not better tomorrow I will take him to see a Dr.&lt;br /&gt;I made some of my 5 minute soup, which took me 1 hour to make.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, don't ask... :)&lt;br /&gt;Doing a mountain of laundry again, mostly bed linen's.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to making and drawing up the plans to make our shed into a cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to ordering bulbs, and plants for the spring.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, just enjoying the quiet of the house, and the quiet of my heart, and mind.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to feel peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/243690396886633747-7782067871450511141?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7782067871450511141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=7782067871450511141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7782067871450511141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/7782067871450511141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-of-new-year.html' title='The Look of A New Year'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243690396886633747.post-8260896554324210556</id><published>2009-01-01T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:22:20.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Cleaning Time</title><content type='html'>Ok, so everything is now printed, and filed away...&lt;br /&gt;Blog all cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to start again.... :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year To All...&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/243690396886633747-8260896554324210556?l=midlifehopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8260896554324210556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=243690396886633747&amp;postID=8260896554324210556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8260896554324210556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/243690396886633747/posts/default/8260896554324210556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifehopes.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-cleaning-time_01.html' title='Blog Cleaning Time'/><author><name>Mid Life Hopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953222288893086570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnV_sxpgwjo/S3wucOQBH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QPpThp8vkDk/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
