<?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-5682359697290534946</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:23:03.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Little Birdies Have Flown the Coop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-4217195154779458023</id><published>2010-07-02T14:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:59:08.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Modern Day Samaritan</title><content type='html'>As in the previous post I mentioned that Craig my super, tough, husband had been suffering mightily over the past six weeks! One time I actually took him to the Emergency Room! He had been to the clinic a couple of times with his aliments. They ran some blood work to see if they could pin point the Auto Immune disease that he had. When the test results came back they pointed strongly in the direction of Lupus. He has been so sick and every time he'd get a new boil on his chin he'd end up with a new, and bigger battle with Lupus. Every time you have an episode your internal organs are at risk. That is what Lupus does, it doesn't recognize that your organs are good, so they are under attack and can be destroyed. So YES I was panicked!!!!!!!! We talked to our Family Doctor, a man who goes to our church. He said that he'd call and try to get Craig into a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rheumatologist&lt;/span&gt;, by the name of Dr. Steven Call. Well, Craig was so sick, not sleeping, eating (he lost 12 pounds in 2 weeks!), suffering with swollen hands, and feet, along with extreme muscle and joint pain, along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRSA&lt;/span&gt;! He was so miserable that he ended up calling Dr. Calls office. They told him they'd move his file to the front, and try and get him in. When he came home early from work (yes he went to work!!!!) I called the office again, and talked with Bonnie. I said, "sorry but I'm going to cry", and through tears I told her what was going on with Craig. She told me that he had an appointment on the 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. I begged for something sooner. Bonnie told me that if I called my family doctor, who will remain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-named that they could possibly get him in sooner! I called and asked him to call me back. His nurse called Craig and asked if there was a problem. He explained to her what was going on. She said she'd talk to the doctor and get back with him. The very next day we got a call from Bonnie at Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Call's&lt;/span&gt; office, she said that Craig could come in at 4:00 that very day, we were elated! So thankful for a doctor who cared. The next day we got to Dr. Calls office, while there Craig got a call from the family doctors receptionist, and was told that the doctor had reviewed the appointment date, and had decided that the 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the soonest that Craig would be able to get in! I bet she was surprised to hear that Craig was already in Dr. Calls office! Dr. Call spent an hour with Craig they took more tests and he is to go back in on the 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to see if it is really Lupus, or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am so surprised at the complete apathy that was shown to Craig by our family doctor. I am so thankful for Bonnie and the care and concern she had for me, a complete stranger in need! I can never in a million years let her know how thankful I am for her, and others like her, who really are modern Good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Samaritans&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-4217195154779458023?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4217195154779458023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=4217195154779458023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4217195154779458023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4217195154779458023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2010/07/modern-day-samaritan.html' title='A Modern Day Samaritan'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-598185138690690397</id><published>2010-07-01T20:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:09:43.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Staff for a Staph Infection!</title><content type='html'>My sweet, kind, never complaining husband, has been suffering terribly for the past 6 weeks. About 13 years ago he was diagnosed with an auto immune disease, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sjordroms&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome, with the expectation of something bigger to come down the pike. He had a few minor flare ups over the years, fever, aches and pains, along with a dry mouth and eyes... In the past 6 weeks he has had three major, very scary episodes. He also has had a couple of bouts with Staph Infection both on his chin, something on its own to be concerned about! The second time around he ended up with a growth about the size of a baseball on his chin. I went to the doctors office with him. I asked if they could take a culture of it to see if it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRSA&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor laughed (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;) and said since he'd already been on antibiotics it probably wouldn't show up. He'd only been on them for one day! He was going to stick a needle into it to see if anything would come out. I asked if he could lance it, again a laugh with a roll of the eyes! Since I am of no use in a needles, and blood situation I left the room. In my absence they found out that a needle wouldn't do anything, and then decided to lance the boil. And needless to say they got a ton of infection out of it! So much that they had to pack the hole that they had cleaned it out of. They also decided to take a culture and send it to the lab. About five days later the test results came back and what was it? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRSA&lt;/span&gt; the worse type of Staph Infection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-598185138690690397?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/598185138690690397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=598185138690690397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/598185138690690397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/598185138690690397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2010/07/stupid-staff-for-staph-infection.html' title='Stupid Staff for a Staph Infection!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-6404224631401717810</id><published>2010-01-28T00:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:56:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi Bronx Jessen</title><content type='html'>He has arrived...our little bundle of joy!  Little fingers, little toes, tiny eyes and tiny nose!  And he's green but does that really matter?  He comes from the Bronx and has a bit of an attitude, but we'll fix that.  Little Levi came on what can only be described as a slave ship!  I was warned that he was coming but I thought "I don't think so",  I was wrong!  I noticed a big box sitting on my porch the Tuesday after Martin Luther King Day.  With deep trepidation I picked it up and brought it into the house.  Not really knowing whether I wanted to open it up, or not!  I got out a knife, and cut the tape.  Opened the box, pulled out some damp shirts, and there it, or he was no bigger than a silver dollar, in his little green carrier!  I held my breath, because that is what I do when I think something might stink, you know as in dead!  Then his leg moved, I have never been happier to see something move in my life.  I gave him some turtle pellets that were sent along with him, and some water to drink.  I then put him under a lamp, because I heard that turtles need light to digest their food.  I felt really bad about turning it off when I went to bed.  Then I thought what the heck, he traveled by slave ship for a week!  The next day after school I took him to a pet store, and bought him the best in turtle care.  I felt so sorry for the little thing I'd have paid anything to make his life better.  The guys at the store thought he was pretty cool, and thought his story was funny, and frightening all at the same time!  They also told me he looked pretty healthy for what he'd been through, and was a water turtle!  I don't know how he lived in that box for a week.  I think he must have gone into hibernation mode.  Can you imagine being in a box getting flipped up, down, over and under?  We had a tank so I bought him some, rocks, a floaty thingy, a water heater, a water filter, and a special 40 dollar lamp just for reptiles.  All this for a naughty, little, not very good pet!  Why isn't he a good pet?  You can't handle him because water turtles carry salmonella, and they bite!  The pet store guys said that to sell a turtle that small was a $200,000.00 dollar fine.  So when he gets to be 4 inches anyone want to buy a turtle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-6404224631401717810?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6404224631401717810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=6404224631401717810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6404224631401717810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6404224631401717810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2010/01/levi-bronx-jessen.html' title='Levi Bronx Jessen'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-3658047577153221065</id><published>2009-09-25T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:40:31.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Radical</title><content type='html'>True Radical!  I guess that is me?  I consider myself to be pretty moderate. Today this was said to me at a late lunch, "I don't know how you and Craig get along, you are so radical".  What makes her think that I'm radical?  What makes her think that Craig and I don't agree with each other politically?  We do, just not on everything. I've never shared any views to her other than the fact that I voted for President Obama, and I was upset about the fact he wasn't allowed to speak to the school children when his speech originally aired.  She was the one who screamed at me, almost crashed 2x and said "I think he is evil"!  Do you think that saying someone is a Radical Republican an oxymoron?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-3658047577153221065?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3658047577153221065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=3658047577153221065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3658047577153221065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3658047577153221065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-radical.html' title='True Radical'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-765758847014561000</id><published>2009-09-12T11:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:49:30.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Powers That Be!</title><content type='html'>Not only do I live in the most Republican state in the Union, I also live in the most Republican county in the state, and also in the most Republican town in the county! Lucky ME! President Obama was supposed to speak to the school children this past week in a televised broadcast. Nebo School District decided not to have him address the kids in the Nebo District. We were the only district in Utah that decided not to air his talk. His previously written talk was printed on the Internet for all to see. It was very uplifting and would have been something that all children would have benefited to see, and hear. While I respect a parents choice not to have their child hear the President speak no matter how dumb I think the choice is. I really was saddened to see the district take this route. If only three children in the whole school wanted to hear him they should have been able to. It reminds me of some communist country that will only let certain things be seen and heard by its citizens. A former friend likened him to Hitler, and Hitlers youth. Not viewing it would be more like something Hitler would have done. One parent wrote in that his child was not to listen to that black Ni--er! Teachers in the lounge were heard to feel the same way about having to listen to the President. You may not agree with his policies but there is no need to name call and disrespect the man. If you disagree with him talk to your children and tell them why. Don't call him evil. As a member of the "Church" I am disappointed in the way other members are behaving. I have heard so many evil things said about him. Would you feel Comfortable talking in the manner you have been talking in front of President Monson? Have you heard President Monson say horrible things about the man? NO! I've heard people say that he isn't my president, or he is our servant he needs to serve us! Try pleasing a whole bunch of spoiled brats. Believe me your day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the district has back peddled and will air his speech. It'll be interesting to see what happens and how many parents will keep their kids away. I really worry what we are teaching our children. It isn't respect, and that is for sure. We are teaching them that we don't need to respect anyone in authority. If you don't agree call them names. Rebel you don't need to support anything you don't believe in...seat belt wearing, underage drinking, speed limits.....You are the President of your family. Is it your only job to serve? Do you need support from your family? Yes you do and regardless of how you feel about the president you need to be the best that you can be and support him in the ways that you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-765758847014561000?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/765758847014561000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=765758847014561000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/765758847014561000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/765758847014561000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/09/powers-that-be.html' title='Powers That Be!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-4524986658617791081</id><published>2009-08-03T22:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:00:06.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh?  I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that we can accept the fact that someone who is straight, or so called religious can become wild, or fall away, and we believe it. But Someone who was once wild can never become religious, huh? So one can never mend their wild ways, and fall back into the flock?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-4524986658617791081?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4524986658617791081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=4524986658617791081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4524986658617791081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4524986658617791081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/08/duh-i-dont-get-it.html' title='Duh?  I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-2543832409017185134</id><published>2009-06-11T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:05:55.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Softly But Carry a Big Mouth!</title><content type='html'>I must say that I am quick to anger. Sad but true I get angry and spout off like nobodies business! I was angered the other day and used some choice words to convey the message. Made that person wish they'd never called! I need to take a course in speaking my mind without all the fur flying. I don't need to swear to make my point. Even though I was right in the incident I could have handled it better. I just hate being questioned about my integrity. I hate that others are treated unkindly, and I have a tendency to stick up for the underdog. I don't care for the self important, or blow hards as I like to call them. Everyone needs credit for the good that they do in life. So things don't always go your way, deal with it. I don't deal with compliments very well, but I feel that others need to be told that they are doing a great job. Especially if the powers that be don't let them know. Everyone needs to know that they are appreciated. I don't compliment on other things like kids, they're yours so I assume you think they're cute. Hair, you got the cut you must like it. You must think you look great in that outfit, you bought it. I hate the fact that some people are so needy they are searching for compliments, I think I'm a bit intuitive about that, and I don't play that game. If I see y0u are being oppressed by some bully I will tell you how great you are dealing with the creep. But hair clothes and kids? Sorry honey you're on your own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-2543832409017185134?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2543832409017185134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=2543832409017185134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2543832409017185134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2543832409017185134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-softly-but-carry-big-mouth.html' title='Walk Softly But Carry a Big Mouth!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-2694453567153390259</id><published>2009-06-03T21:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:31:10.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Be Hard to Be A Celebrity!</title><content type='html'>Tonight Craig and I took a cute couple from Australia (Martin and Elaine) to dinner in the Tree Room at Sundance. Not on our dime, it was through Craig's work, and entertaining clients. On the way up I said maybe you'll see Robert Redford! Now, I've never seen Robert Redford ever! I've heard he wasn't very good looking, but I didn't really know. As we exited the over priced restaurant we took a few pictures of the beautiful surroundings, and each other because we are beautiful in our own surroundings. Her husband was taking more pictures of the area. Craig was up a head, and I saw a honey blond, scraggly looking, wrinkly old man walking down the path. His head was down but I recognized that hair, and I said "LOOK" you wanted to see him and here he is. Mind you I was holding out my arm, and pointing like I was announcing the Queen of Sheba. He raised his head and said "Hi" promptly dropped his mop top again and went on his merry way, as my friend asked a "photo please". He just kept walking! I think about me announcing in a joking way, and pointing in such a way someone would point out a monkey at the zoo! I was kind of feeling a bit like a paparazzi, and not very respectful of his solitude. So, sorry Robert and here's a bit of advice, sunscreen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-2694453567153390259?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2694453567153390259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=2694453567153390259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2694453567153390259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2694453567153390259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-be-hard-to-be-celebrity.html' title='Must Be Hard to Be A Celebrity!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-1358501250857238938</id><published>2009-02-26T18:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:36:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"WHO YA GONNA CALL"?</title><content type='html'>GOATS BUSTERS! Sheeeeeesh make one little mistake in hearing something! I have a friend who works with me who loves to plan fun vacations. So..we were talking about trips and I told her she ought to plan a trip for we women to go on. Just the women from work, I love the women I work with! We talked about going back East, California, Nauvoo, Las Vegas.......someone mentioned Savannah and then the ghosts of Savannah. I said, "Goats of Savannah?" Can't we just go and see goats at Thanksgiving Point? Well you can't imagine the laughter that ensued, HA HA! They said, "GHOSTS of Savannah"! I knew that! We got pretty silly, and laughed about "Goat Hunters, Goat Busters, The Goat Whisperer, Goats of the Mississippi. I even had a little chuckle later that night when I got all cuddled up in my bed. Well, I am now known as "The Goat Whisperer". Tough title but I think I can live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, and probably a couple of weeks later, from that not hearing to well incident, my co-workers really had a hay day with all things GOAT. When I came back from a break there was a little white goat sitting in my chair. When I asked where the goat came from my co-workers said, "What goat"? I went to get my phone out of my purse and what do you think I found? Yep a little brown goat! I had to take one of my kids to inclusion, and the story that the other children had to act out in that classroom was, "The Three Billy GOATS Gruff". And the same white goat was in that room! I went back into my classroom, and one of my co-workers said, "You left your phone in here". I picked it up, opened it to make sure the game was off, and my screen saver was another little white goat! When I was going back to class I turned my phone on and got a text message. When I opened it there was a little white goat in my car! My co-workers are a little crazy as you can tell. When I got back from inclusion I heard a pitiful little bleating sound coming from inside our classroom. Yes, it had been recorded on my phone. Aren't those co-workers of mine a hoot! Mrs. Jensen's 2nd grade class got in on all the fun, and illustrated me a lovely GOAT book, which she wrote a story to. I left the room again and when I came back there was a cute little blank book, with a titled cover, "The Goats of Mapleton Elementary, by Susan K. Jessen"! I am going to write all of my goat stories in that book! I wonder if they'll mind if I use a "Goat Writer"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-1358501250857238938?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1358501250857238938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=1358501250857238938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/1358501250857238938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/1358501250857238938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-ya-gonna-call.html' title='&quot;WHO YA GONNA CALL&quot;?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-5649047019873847144</id><published>2009-01-31T18:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:14:02.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>Well, at my work, Mapleton Elementary a cruise is being planned for April of 2010, to the Mexican Rivera, for 7 days!  The cost will be 50 dollars per person down, and 750 dollars per person after that, and that's a real steal!  I LOVE to cruise!  The dilemma:  That should be the month that Benny gets home from his mission.  I'm thinking that he loves his mission soooooooo much he'll want to extend for another 6 weeks. So I should just go on that cruise(remember? I really LOVE cruising!)  I'm thinking hummmmmmmm...?  If I don't plan to go he'll extend, if I do he'll come home and I'll have to lay the smack down on him!  What would you do(Please remember how much I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE cruising)?  Oh yeah and I also LOVE Ben a lot too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-5649047019873847144?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5649047019873847144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=5649047019873847144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/5649047019873847144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/5649047019873847144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do.html' title='What Would You Do?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-7633642723842476395</id><published>2008-12-29T00:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:30:17.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets to Wicked I Got it, I Got it!</title><content type='html'>Hello-o! Craig scored tickets to Wicked, or maybe I should say whoever sold them to him scored! Without me saying, he paid way to much, so I'm going to way enjoy it.  They are for our anniversary in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig is such a good man and he has had to put up with a lot, mainly me and my luggage.  He never complains, and he never judges, or says a bad word about anybody.  Unlike me who has a tendency to bitch, and moan, a bit to much.  I am thankful for him and my family.  I wouldn't trade anyone of them for any on of you!  I don't know if they'd say that about me but what ev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over and it went well.  I was able to talk to Benny and he is doing well.  I miss him but I am glad that he is were he needs to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-7633642723842476395?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7633642723842476395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=7633642723842476395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7633642723842476395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7633642723842476395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/12/tickets-to-wicked-i-got-it-i-got-it.html' title='Tickets to Wicked I Got it, I Got it!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-6571095511021470792</id><published>2008-12-24T00:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:42:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are some of the words in my personal blog underlined and in green? Shouldn't I be getting paid for this free advertising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming down the pike! Something strange came in the mail today "EXPRESS" at that! My husband asked if something came, and I said "yes"! He asked, "did you open it"? I said, "no". Which is unusual for me. At Christmas when I was a kid I used to gently open my present and everybody else's, and sometimes I'd trade! Naughty I know, but you knew what I was before you put me in your pocket!  ( sorry favorite saying from a church story about a cold baby rattle snake!) He (my husband) said it's a surprise. I said, "I thought we weren't getting each other gifts, just giving what we'd normally spend to the food bank" (hope you enjoy that 20 bucks you food bank you!) He said that that it wasn't for Christmas. Yeah right then why did it come for Christmas? Our 30 year anniversary is coming up this April, or June, I can never remember I'm kind of a man! I want to go on an Alaskan cruise I want to see "Wicked" in the worse way! What do you think it could be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-6571095511021470792?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6571095511021470792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=6571095511021470792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6571095511021470792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6571095511021470792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-7833448030131011731</id><published>2008-11-14T23:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:14:45.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking and Plucking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When your a teenager you are always picking! Picking at your face picking at your hair, you know splitting frizzies! Well now that I am in my 50's I am obsessed with plucking, and not only my eyebrows!  How can I say this without feeling terribly embarrassed in my hormonal, menopausal way, &lt;strong&gt;OK MY FACE&lt;/strong&gt;! I went through the change at 33, right after I had Ben. I've been on hormones since then, I'm only taking half the dosage now and I've gotten quite furry in the face. When Ben was home he'd say you have a moustache. I'd just smirk and say you're just jealous! Well now I'm self conscious about the downy white fuzz all over my face! I sit at night watch TV, and pluck away. My husband always walks by and says "What are you doing"? I say "nothing", and think to myself &lt;strong&gt;MYOB&lt;/strong&gt;! Before plucking I waxed and ended up with little burns around my mouth where I pulled the skin off! Now that I've plucked I'm afraid I'm going to get full on whiskers. I've noticed older women who literally have long hairs growing out of their upper lip, and chins! Is that going to happen to me? I know I've made fun of women for going in to get Botox, face lifts and such(and that's why I'm probably getting whiskers)but I want to get electrolysis. Is that bad? Is it expensive? Will it hurt? What is a vain fuzzy faced woman to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-7833448030131011731?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7833448030131011731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=7833448030131011731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7833448030131011731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7833448030131011731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/11/picking-and-plucking.html' title='Picking and Plucking!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-3756942810175081460</id><published>2008-11-09T23:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:38:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in my life that the President of the United States is younger than me.......sad! I am glad that he was elected, and yes I voted for him. It is frustrating to me that church members and family members have called him evil, or the Anti-Christ and that he will ruin the moral of the country. Who are you to judge, God? EVERYONE is a Child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone sets out to ruin the country they live in. I feel bad that President Bush is leaving his Presidency with the country in shambles. How hard for him, I feel empathy for him. I have never openly criticized President Bush, or his character. I've heard some pretty horrible things said about President Obama. Makes me feel heart sick to think about them. Would you honestly feel good about repeating them to our Father in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone I associate with even knows I'm a Democrat by the things I say. I pretty much keep my political self to myself, and my family, and guess I did mention it in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama will not make you do anything that you don't want to do, anymore than President Bush made me do things I didn't want to, and yes there were a few but I didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked the "Church" was based on free agency with blessings and consequences given as needed. I get tired of everyone in Utah thinking that if you live in Utah you're "Mormon" which I am and a very good one at that(mostly good anyway)! And Republican which I am not! If just the mere fact that I mention that I am a Democrat offends you just think how offended the three other Utah County Democrats, and I am when you speak ill of someone we respect and admire. Think before you speak not everyone believes, and feels as you do. The majority do(lucky you!) but there are a few of us(3) who think differently, and you really don't have anymore of a "spiritual in" than we do. Pray for your President, pray that he does well and helps the country that you live in! Every night I have prayed for our President and I didn't even vote for him, and I will continue with our new President! I've had my rant, now talk amongst yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-3756942810175081460?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3756942810175081460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=3756942810175081460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3756942810175081460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3756942810175081460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-obama.html' title='President Obama'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-576906646718244111</id><published>2008-10-27T18:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:59:13.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Schmella!</title><content type='html'>I HATE BELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read those stupid vampire books but I couldn't stand Bella and her wimpy, whinny, self and I had to STOP! Imagine my dismay when I took the "Who Are You Test" and turned out to be? BELLA! I wanted to drive a stake through that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adolescences&lt;/span&gt; heart, shoot her with a silver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bullet&lt;/span&gt;, burn her with a cross, throw holy water on her, or make her a prom dress out of garlic! Oh wait she's not a vampire. I probably could have just put "Nair" in her shampoo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; her dark, wayward hair fall out, or itching powder in her bra and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irritate&lt;/span&gt; her creamy, pale skin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt; the chick has gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-576906646718244111?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/576906646718244111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=576906646718244111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/576906646718244111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/576906646718244111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/10/bella-schmella.html' title='Bella Schmella!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-6112189601487835740</id><published>2008-10-26T22:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:13:22.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged 3 Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Favorite Last Purchases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My smart black boots that Craig thinks look cute!&lt;br /&gt;(He said he'd even pay for them woo whoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried mangoes from Sam's Club (YUMMY!)&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy them anymore they are all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ring from Bidz.com not really happy about it&lt;br /&gt;I usually have buyers remorse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Favorite Movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One flew Over the Cuckoos Nest&lt;br /&gt;Young Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;Waitress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things I haven't done yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost weight&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;Gone skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My family for sure!&lt;br /&gt;My plucker's and Magnifying mirror&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Favorite Dishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppered Chicken w/ Fresh Basil&lt;br /&gt;@ The Golden Thai In Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Zoupa Toscana at Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Favorite TV Shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Daisey's&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;Life on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Last places I've Traveled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Cruise&lt;br /&gt;Provo Mall(Sad)&lt;br /&gt;Mapleton School(Sad yet again!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Favorite Treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Burnt Almond Fudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamoca Almond Fudge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swiss Orange Sherbet w/dark chocolate flakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sensing a trend here are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Things I'd buy if money weren't an Issue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Island surrounded by clear blue water!&lt;br /&gt;Ocean front beach house&lt;br /&gt;Light House on Prince Edward Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people I tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one reads my blog, so tag no its! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot my favorite treats! How'd that happen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-6112189601487835740?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6112189601487835740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=6112189601487835740' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6112189601487835740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6112189601487835740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-3-favorites.html' title='Tagged 3 Favorites'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-7338728598531465286</id><published>2008-09-26T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:13:40.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Craig and I went to the movie tonight. I've been wanting to see, "Ghost Town". We really enjoyed it. The main character was scheduled for a colonoscopy just like me! It showed him having to drink three large bottles of sodium something. Just want to let you future colonoscopy patients know, huge creative license! It was only two 2oz bottles that I mixed with ginger ale. Didn't make it much better. I've never tasted anything worse, that I have had to consume. A couple of weeks before I went to another movie with a friend "The Women". She wanted to see it and because she has gotten pretty much home bound with MS I took her on a little dinner and movie date. I'm not much for chick flicks and watching this lame movie just verified my feelings. She loved it and laughed all the way through. I mustered up a couple of weak smiles. I'm a tough audience! Although it was nice seeing a couple of the actors UN-BOTOXED the rest looked pitiful. We know my feelings on aging with grace, and dignity, I guess Hollywood just doesn't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-7338728598531465286?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7338728598531465286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=7338728598531465286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7338728598531465286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/7338728598531465286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/ghost-town.html' title='Ghost Town'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-5714315558504325819</id><published>2008-08-29T09:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:01:06.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonoscopy!</title><content type='html'>To the tune of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt; I am doing it my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and the reason that I am doing it is very clear to me!&lt;br /&gt;Check around for polyps and any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inconsistency&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt; I am doing it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;-i-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 6:30 am at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UVRMC&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait to fart in recovery like everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out alright, had what they thought was a polyp so if it was I'll need to go back in five years, if it wasn't 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I hate potty humor?  Guess not Craig said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I let one rip I laughed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; thought it was funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-5714315558504325819?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5714315558504325819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=5714315558504325819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/5714315558504325819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/5714315558504325819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/colonoscopy.html' title='Colonoscopy!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-3586418170816705869</id><published>2008-08-19T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:12:01.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Email From Bro. &amp; Sis. Ellett</title><content type='html'>Received an email from Brother and Sister Ellett today along with some pictures of Benny.  It was nice.  The mission isn't moving fast enough for me.  Maybe when I start school again tomorrow it'll get moving.  I really appreciated hearing about Ben, nice to know someone cares about those of us left at home.  It looks like he's doing well and that he's happy and that is big for me.  Moms don't want to think of their loved ones sad.  I'll post the pictures on his site once Katy shows me how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-3586418170816705869?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3586418170816705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=3586418170816705869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3586418170816705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3586418170816705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/email-from-bro-sis-ellett.html' title='Email From Bro. &amp; Sis. Ellett'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-2502995038628708849</id><published>2008-08-06T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:53:06.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh To Be A Woman!</title><content type='html'>Today was a first in line of many doctor visits for me. It was my beloved yearly today. I think I sweat more for the scales then the spectulem! I had my blood pressure taken, then weighed under much stress! Low and behold the nurse told me I had lost 8 lbs since my last visit, and it was totally painless! I don't know how I did it! Went into the office. Took off all my clothes, (and did a happy dance-NOT!) folded them nicely and placed them ever so gently in the chair. Wrapped that lovely gown on and tied it in front. Un-folded that big napkin thingy placed it ever so modestly on my lap, waited and wiped sweat off of my face, and out from under my breasties. Finally my doctor came in she gave me the check-up talked to me a bit, excused me and sent me on my merry way. But not before I made an appointment for a bone density test for tomorrow, and a colonoscopy in the near future. Went down to the lab gave my blood, thank goodness for good veins! Oh the joys of being in your fifties! It is so stressful but so nice to have over for a year. Mammo on Monday and Dentist on Wednesday and I'm good to go, except for that colonoscopy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-2502995038628708849?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2502995038628708849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=2502995038628708849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2502995038628708849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2502995038628708849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-to-be-woman.html' title='Oh To Be A Woman!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-168193492456762170</id><published>2008-07-06T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:10:00.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Flour and 7 Oh My!</title><content type='html'>About a week and a half ago I was lying on my couch watching TV. I was lying on the couch, and my stomach was laying on the floor. While that is a bit of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; of my imagination, I was a bit disgusted! I decided right then and there not to eat after 7:00pm, and rid my diet of sugar, and white flour. I have been pretty successful. Today after church I needed to get out of my dress and into my jeans. This can be pretty stressful since I have gone up a pant size this year, and the new jeans were getting harder, and harder to zip, and button. I'd first have to climb up onto my bed. Suck in my gut, lift my butt, zip, button, get up, and jump around a bit to get comfortable!(need a visual?) Today I came home took off my dress, and pulled my jeans right up! I did need to jump around, but not much. I feel better! Doing this has made me obsess about chocolate. I LOVE CHOCOLATE! The only reason I don't want to got to hell when I die is because it is probably way to hot for chocolate! I have been on a personal quest to find the perfect piece of sugarless chocolate. I have tried several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;varieties&lt;/span&gt; and my favorite are the sugarless York Peppermint Patty, and sugarless Dove Chocolate. Craig even likes most of the candies I've brought home. You know as long as I can have my chocolate, I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-168193492456762170?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/168193492456762170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=168193492456762170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/168193492456762170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/168193492456762170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/07/sugar-and-flour-and-7-oh-my.html' title='Sugar and Flour and 7 Oh My!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-3919180354428549188</id><published>2008-06-22T19:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:51:22.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carn e Be All Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carn&lt;/span&gt; e Be All Y'all! Well that is how Dan and Ellie say it anyway. Grandpa's work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flowserve&lt;/span&gt; once a year has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF75tA-tTrI/AAAAAAAAACE/qRa66mLYI9w/s1600-h/IMG_1786%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879970294058674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF75tA-tTrI/AAAAAAAAACE/qRa66mLYI9w/s320/IMG_1786%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Let me tell you it is tons of fun(yawn). Hot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sticky&lt;/span&gt;, and strangers! Sounds like an on line porn site. Now I did meet up with a friend and we talked shop for about and hour while grandpa trudged around with the two wee ones. It is kind of fun! When our children were little it was on a Saturday and lasted most of the day. They also had really cool prizes. Not anymore, three hours, some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt; stuff for a prize, hamburgers, cookies, cotton candy(yum)some fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carni&lt;/span&gt; rides and we're home. Lucy had just about had enough fun, I lost Ellie on some jumpy thingy, so it was time to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF75tA-tTrI/AAAAAAAAACE/qRa66mLYI9w/s1600-h/IMG_1786%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880297626305890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF76AEYzBWI/AAAAAAAAACM/f0nkaZxfiJY/s320/IMG_1787%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF76YpPkJPI/AAAAAAAAACU/hUyk2YOWPfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1789%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880719836554482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF76YpPkJPI/AAAAAAAAACU/hUyk2YOWPfQ/s320/IMG_1789%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF762glPTrI/AAAAAAAAACc/LlpHtlcrafg/s1600-h/IMG_1790%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881232907620018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF762glPTrI/AAAAAAAAACc/LlpHtlcrafg/s320/IMG_1790%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-3919180354428549188?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3919180354428549188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=3919180354428549188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3919180354428549188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3919180354428549188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/carnival.html' title='Carn e Be All Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BX14SZnA5Ts/SF75tA-tTrI/AAAAAAAAACE/qRa66mLYI9w/s72-c/IMG_1786%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-9029031191911905664</id><published>2008-06-10T10:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:39:06.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDIA, YUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going grey and it's OK! Hey I'm a poet. Craig isn't to fond of it I say too bad so sad. I am a rebel. I've decided to blatantly ignore Hollyweird, and the media. I will not let them dictate what I should look like! I'm 52, it's OK if I'm a bit wrinkly, and 1/3 of the way grey. I like the way my grey shimmers in the sunlight as I'm driving around town with my sunroof open. I can always go back and color if I want to. I am woman and I can change my mind! I hate looking around my ward (church) and see the wax-like features of some women. Breast standing at full attention! Not a wrinkle in site, not a laugh lines, not a frown, or a worried line, in fact no expression whatsoever. I work with Autistic children and one of the main characteristics is not being able to read faces! I'm beginning to feel a bit Autistic! I mean it's great to take care of yourself with diet, and exercise(which I definitely could use), coloring your hair, wearing make-up, but to go under the knife, or needle for a younger appearance seems a bit drastic to me. What are we saying to our young women who struggle with their body image anyway? I keep thinking it must be an esteem issue, and that makes me sad. Women you are all beautiful! Come on don't be scared, join the fight rebel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-9029031191911905664?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9029031191911905664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=9029031191911905664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/9029031191911905664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/9029031191911905664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/media-yuch.html' title='MEDIA, YUCK!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-3005372778547871220</id><published>2008-06-05T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:25:50.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonoscopy</title><content type='html'>Craig is going in for a colonoscopy tomorrow, sounds fun!  Guess mine is coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-3005372778547871220?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3005372778547871220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=3005372778547871220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3005372778547871220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/3005372778547871220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/colonoscopy.html' title='Colonoscopy'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-2884037356791711438</id><published>2008-05-11T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:45:48.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHERS DAY!</title><content type='html'>Mothers day was nice.  I just decided not to hate it!  I've always done the best I could.  I'm not going to compare myself with anyone.  Yep, I've made mistakes a plenty.  Gotta move on, it helps me to enjoy my family, and for them to enjoy me.  I love my family and I'm glad I've got them.  They survived their up-bringing.  I'm not super mom never will be but flying is over rated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-2884037356791711438?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2884037356791711438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=2884037356791711438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2884037356791711438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/2884037356791711438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHERS DAY!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-8897563652384286914</id><published>2008-05-01T21:00:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:08:47.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About me</title><content type='html'>1-I worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I looo................ve milk chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I love rings I have 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I love Barbie I have about 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-If I were a dinosaur I'd be a carnivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-I'd love to be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-I feel like it's a cop out to have plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-I feel sad when I see that my RS President doesn't have smile lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-I love strange movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-My favorite radio station is X-96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-I hate to do laundry, or anything else that has to do with cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-I love my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-I'm shy until you get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-I'm ashamed to say I hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-I don't like to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-I won't watch violent, or scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-I hate body function humor, because there is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-I hate the word "RETARD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I hate prejudice of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-I really dislike Sean Hannity, so it's OK to be prejudiced against him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-I'm a Mormon and a Democrat, I think that's considered an oxymoron in Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-I try to find humor in most things, but I do run into totally non-funny stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-I am happy to move forward, I don't want to go back and repeat anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-I love seeing my grey hair shimmer like silver in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27-I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-I don't like to make salads, but I like to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-I like spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-I make the best hot fudge sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31-I Like to think I'm not shallow but I just might be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32-I don't want a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33-I like to browse TJMaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34-I have to have air conditioning in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35-I hate the heat of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36-I feel most thankful in the Fall, and Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37-I am protective of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38-I am battling TOE FUNGUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39-I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-I watch MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41-I like to stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42- My least favorite saying is: You're only as happy as your saddest child. I think it is a perfect advertisement for birth control! Wahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43-Violence still makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44-I'm forever trying to find a cure for thin, brittle nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45-I say I don't like my pets, but I cry when they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46-I'm sorry that I never say I'm sorry, Hey I just said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47-I'm always good for some un-wanted advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48-I am a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49-I'm my sister's children's favorite aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50-I like to plant flower boxes, and they look really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51-There is nothing wrong with aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52-This is unusual, I really do like my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53-I love to have a really good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54-I love to have a really good cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55-You've all heard this before, I HATE MY NEW BRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56-I wish that I had a college education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57-Even though I love my children, being a grandma is more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58-I almost bought a potty trained raccoon when I was in college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59-I love monkeys, and Jan Goodall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60-Once my brother Jeff and I tried to buy a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61-I think divorce SUCKS for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62-I worry about offending others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63-I can't watch American Idol, It embarrasses me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64-I like low maintenance friends, I guess that's where Katy gets it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65-I hate to be needed, and I don't care to have needy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66-I love Tattoo shows, LA Ink, Miami Ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67-I loved Tattoos before Katy did, but I was smart enough NOT to get ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68-Transgendered people intrigue me, I like to watch medical shows about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69-I don't believe God doesn't make mistakes. He makes dogs, and they'll mount your leg! What's that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70-The chicken crossing the road? Other side, heaven? Or just to cross the road?(I'm deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71-I'm going to be on Oprah one day for being a clutter bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72-I love the space between two front teeth, makes people look like chipmunks, I love that look! I really do! Looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73-I love the ocean, the taste of the water, the sand, the sound, the danger..................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74-I love The Providence Baptist Church in Grand Ridge, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75-I love the warm French bread at Albertsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76-I like shopping at Albertsons because I never run into people I know very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77-I hate lying liars, and the liars who tell them! When I'm lied to I find it very hard to trust again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78-I hum at church, but I'll sing if no one is around to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79-I wish I played a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80-I started taking piano lessons in my late 40's, my teacher moved, and my new one made me say ta ta ticka ticka...........so I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81-My favorite funny movie is Young Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82-My favorite Drama is One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83-Favorite TV shows are Dexter, Pushing Daisey's, Rescue Me, The Riches, The Office, 30 Rock......I like TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84-I've just started reading the Harry Potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85-I think Craig my husband is a kind man, and I couldn't see myself married to anyone else. Even though sometimes I have to use a mirror on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86-I burp a lot(I taught my friend Brenda how to), my mom wanted me to try out for Miss Spanish Fork(like that was going to happen) I didn't have a talent. I said maybe I could burp the Star Spangled Banner! She quit bugging me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87-Saturday Night Live started the Year I graduated from High School(1974), I've watched it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88-I'd rather tell people my age(52) then have them guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89-I love to play The Sims, I think I'm addicted to downloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90-I'm very stubborn, so don't argue with me, I'll never change my opinion! You kind of have to try and trick me into it, good luck with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91-I love Mrs Cavanaughs Pollyanna chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92-I love bagpipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93-I can pinch the daylight out of anyone with my toes! Ewwwwwww remember they have fungus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94-I can twist, and roll my tongue, another lovely talent of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95-I love burnt almond fudge ice cream, and orange sherbet, with chocolate flakes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96-My dad was killed in a plane crash when I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97-My golden rule is: I can say what I want to about my family, but you'd better watch your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98-I'm thankful for the trials in life, once I'm through them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99-I hate finding the mates to socks, and I think my clothes dryer, and the missing socks have conspired together to slowly but surley drive me CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-If fat thighs are so cut on two year olds why not fifty-two year olds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-8897563652384286914?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8897563652384286914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=8897563652384286914' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/8897563652384286914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/8897563652384286914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things About me'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-4987553782159675900</id><published>2008-04-20T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:15:10.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Fare Thee Well</title><content type='html'>It was nice day, THANKS family for all the support!  Don't know what we'd do without you.  It's hard to send my baby off into the world!  I remember thinking the same thing when he was supposed to go to kindregarten.  It was afternoon kindergarten.  I kept thinking my baby!  He kept asking me all day long, "Is it time to go yet" about a thousand times!  When the time finally came I was so happy to get his little butt out the door.  Hopefully by Wednesday hell be saying, "Is it time yet?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-4987553782159675900?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4987553782159675900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=4987553782159675900' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4987553782159675900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/4987553782159675900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/bens-fare-thee-well.html' title='Ben&apos;s Fare Thee Well'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-6668248940100926196</id><published>2008-04-17T23:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:44:35.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Breasties!</title><content type='html'>I've always been flat( At aerobics other ladies asked me if I bound myself?) until I got fat, but I'm still flat for a big gal. It's hard to find a small enough cup size in the big girls intimate clothing department they are all C through F. That is until a couple of days ago. I went shopping for bras. Not really shopping, I'm not so into that, but go in try and buy! Now that I'm home with my new breasts, I'm so not loving them. I've always taken pride in my flat chest, hated those big old bouncy, flouncy things! I felt pity for those who had to deal with them. My new bra is a bit padded and it had little inflated inserts. Their gone! But my upper harm keeps smashing into them, I can't reach to my side anymore without disturbing them, and it's annoying. Whats a girl to do? I'm trying to make friends with them, I took them out to lunch today! But they are still bugging me! I just wanted something to make me look a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proportioned, you know nicer in a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-6668248940100926196?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6668248940100926196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=6668248940100926196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6668248940100926196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6668248940100926196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-breasties.html' title='BIG Breasties!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-1198030676737404637</id><published>2008-04-17T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:36:00.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Get a Move On!</title><content type='html'>My house as usual is a disaster and we are having people over for Ben's farewell. Craig is alive the mirror proved it and is now spreading bark around outside. I'm not doing anything but spreading my word around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New subject! Anybody getting porn? My sfcn site yesterday said I was caught naked (That's right naked) on video camera! And they wanted me to open it? Like I don't see that everytime I step into the shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-1198030676737404637?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1198030676737404637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=1198030676737404637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/1198030676737404637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/1198030676737404637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/gotta-get-move-on.html' title='Gotta Get a Move On!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-6402470741897836333</id><published>2008-04-16T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:27:13.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest!</title><content type='html'>I'm not depressed, but I am a little sad. I get a little teary eyed every now and then. But I'll be alright. Ben's leaving is going to be a big change, one for me and one for him. I worry about him but I'm not any different than any other mom. I told him one week from tonight you'll be wondering what have I gotten myself into? Not unlike every other missionary, for every other faith, in the whole wide world! Guess we'll both survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll post about different things going on in my life, books or movies I like, Ben, grand babies, going grey, sticking a mirror under Craig's nose to see if he's still alive, to just maybe trying to get healthier. I always say I'm pretty healthy for a fat lady! Maybe I'll try to look it.............maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-6402470741897836333?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6402470741897836333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=6402470741897836333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6402470741897836333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/6402470741897836333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/empty-nest.html' title='Empty Nest!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578362386972654376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682359697290534946.post-8995735488774571661</id><published>2008-04-16T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:24:00.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm making blogs...</title><content type='html'>I thought my parents needed one!!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682359697290534946-8995735488774571661?l=empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8995735488774571661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682359697290534946&amp;postID=8995735488774571661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/8995735488774571661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682359697290534946/posts/default/8995735488774571661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empty-nesting-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/since-im-making-blogs.html' title='Since I&apos;m making blogs...'/><author><name>Katy</name><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/_Lg26KsWhowI/Sy5tNow9IYI/AAAAAAAABWs/0gV2Dtny3qY/S220/IMG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
