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		<title>Random Thoughts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 22:36:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This list of random thoughts came from a friend of mine in an email.  Some of you may have already read this, but I think some of them are pretty funny.
Random Thoughts for the Day:
1.   I think part of a best friend&#8217;s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This list of random thoughts came from a friend of mine in an email.  Some of you may have already read this, but I think some of them are pretty funny.</p>
<p><strong>Random Thoughts for the Day:</strong></p>
<p>1.   I think part of a best friend&#8217;s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.</p>
<p>2.   Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you&#8217;re wrong.  (Yeah, I really hate it when this happens)</p>
<p>3.   I totally take back all those times I didn&#8217;t want to nap when I was younger.</p>
<p>4.   There is great need for a sarcasm font.  (I totally and wholeheartedly agree)</p>
<p>5.   How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?</p>
<p>6.   Was learning cursive really necessary?</p>
<p>7.   Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5.  I&#8217;m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.</p>
<p>8.   Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.</p>
<p>9.   I can&#8217;t remember the last time I wasn&#8217;t at least kind of tired.</p>
<p>10.   Bad decisions make good stories.</p>
<p>11.   You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren&#8217;t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.</p>
<p>12.   Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray?<br />
 I don&#8217;t want to have to restart my collection&#8230;again.  (AMEN!)</p>
<p>13.   I&#8217;m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.</p>
<p>14.   &#8220;Do not machine wash or tumble dry&#8221; means I will never wash this<br />
 &#8212; ever.</p>
<p>15.   I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?<br />
 Dang it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail.  What&#8217;d you do after I didn&#8217;t answer? Drop the phone and run away?</p>
<p>16.   I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.  (But it is guaranteed that if you run out really quickly looking a mess, you will run into everyone you know)</p>
<p>17.   I keep some people&#8217;s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.  (Clever idea!)</p>
<p>18.   My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day &#8220;What would happen if you ran over a ninja?&#8221; How the heck do I respond to that?  (You got me on that one)</p>
<p>19.   I think the freezer deserves a light as well.</p>
<p>20.   I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.  (hahahahaha!)</p>
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		<title>Something Positive</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Fall]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m trying to focus on something positive, and since I&#8217;m still pretty upset after the nasty Monday I had, I think I need to start with something small and work my way up.  SO, I decided to try to focus on something positive about Fall.  You know. . . since I AM SUCH [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m trying to focus on something positive, and since I&#8217;m still pretty upset after the nasty Monday I had, I think I need to start with something small and work my way up.  SO, I decided to try to focus on something positive about Fall.  You know. . . since I AM SUCH a Summer person.  Remember my &#8220;moment of silence&#8221; at the end of the pool season?  Yes, I LOVE Summer!  </p>
<p>Fall? . . . well, I&#8217;m working on that one.</p>
<p>Let&#8217;s see.  The benefits of Fall are:</p>
<p>1.  Better hair days<br />
2.  The tree out front should stop dropping those nasty berries on my car<br />
3.  Football Sundays/dinner with my boys<br />
4.  Flannel pajamas (so comfy)<br />
5.  Great photo ops of colorful trees (I have a thing about trees)<br />
6.  Thanksgiving (My favorite meal of the year)<br />
7.  Get to leave the windows open (love love fresh air)<br />
8.  I DO like Orange.<br />
9.  This list is a work in progress (tougher than I thought it&#8217;d be)</p>
<p>I need to think positively.   I need to think positively.  I need to think positively.</p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s All In The Attitude</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:40:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my RahRah girlfriends from Seattle, Demery, posted this on Facebook yesterday. . . and I LOVE IT!  It hits so close to my heart.  I have preached a Good Attitude to my children since they were very little.  They know that nothing NOTHING sets me off more than a BAD [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my RahRah girlfriends from Seattle, <a href="http://deejaysdoodles.spaces.live.com/default.aspx">Demery</a>, posted this on Facebook yesterday. . . and I LOVE IT!  It hits so close to my heart.  I have preached a Good Attitude to my children since they were very little.  They know that nothing NOTHING sets me off more than a BAD attitude.  Nudging right before Rude People, a Bad Attitude is my biggest pet peeve.</p>
<p align="center">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p>The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company &#8230; a church &#8230; a home. </p>
<p>The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude &#8230; </p>
<p>I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me, and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you &#8230; we are in charge of our Attitudes. </p>
<ul>
by Charles Swindoll </ul>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/attitude-glass-main_full.jpg' alt='attitude-glass-main_full.jpg' /></p>
<p>So how is YOUR attitude?  Are you a glass half empty person, or a glass half full person?</p>
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		<title>Stress and I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 23:49:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While usually I&#8217;m a pretty low stress type female individual, these past couple of weeks have been shocking to my delicate system.  Why am I so stressed out?  I don&#8217;t GET stressed out.  THAT&#8217;S stressing me out.  Seriously.  I spent way too much time in the 80&#8217;s stressing about every [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While usually I&#8217;m a pretty low stress type female individual, these past couple of weeks have been shocking to my delicate system.  Why am I so stressed out?  I don&#8217;t GET stressed out.  THAT&#8217;S stressing me out.  Seriously.  I spent way too much time in the 80&#8217;s stressing about every tiny thing that eventually I burst a blood vessel and the stress drained right out.  (Actually it was two years of therapy that drained it away, but potAtoes potOtoes)</p>
<p>Why am I stressed?  Where to begin.  First, the economy sucks bigtime a$$ and has resulted in severe layoffs at work.  Nobody ever knows who&#8217;s next.  If you hear your name on the intercom, the joke is to &#8220;grab your coat&#8221;.  Nobody laughs at that.</p>
<p>Stress &#8211; MY immediate boss went on vacation for a whole week (rarely ever done) and left me to do HIS job AND MY job.  I can&#8217;t even describe the word BUSY. . . and in over my head too.  Let&#8217;s not forget that.  Oh yeah, and round-the-clock working.  But I did it.  Then he turns around and takes the very next Friday off too.  Aarrrgghhh!  Can I not BUY a break?  My only consolation is that I&#8217;m going on vacation for four days beginning Thursday.  RahRahs, here I come!!</p>
<p>Stress &#8211; Flying.  From the East coast to the West coast.  That&#8217;s a long way.  I&#8217;ve never had any trouble getting on a plane before, so why am I so worried about it all of a sudden?  I&#8217;ve flown around the world twice with no incidents, back and forth from East to West coasts several times &#8211; nothing.  I flew a lot there for many years.  But NOW I stress?  What to pack?  What not to pack?  God forbid should my shampoo be mistaken for some highly explosive agent.  Please forgive me for my vain attempt at a little hygiene.</p>
<p>Stress &#8211; Packing.  All of a sudden, I&#8217;m hearing words like &#8220;sweatshirt&#8221; and &#8220;sweater&#8221; and &#8220;60 degrees&#8221; from my Seattle friends.  People, this is AUGUST!!  It&#8217;s supposed to be HOT.  People in Texas know what I&#8217;m talking about!  They&#8217;ve seen triple digit heat for almost two solid months.  That&#8217;s HOT!  I <strong>LIKE </strong>HOT!  I like <strong>Summer</strong>!  Warm weather.  Hot will do.  But cold?  Not so much.  Now I don&#8217;t know how to pack.  Do I wear my cute little sandals and my shorts and t-shirts?  Or do I bring a parka?  Wait!  I don&#8217;t OWN a parka.  It doesn&#8217;t get that cold here EVER.  </p>
<p>Stress &#8211; Michael Jackson was MURDERED?  He died of a drug overdose?  Really?  Is this news?  Are people really surprised by this?  It&#8217;s official now, sure.  But it&#8217;s hardly a surprise.  Let&#8217;s just move on to some real news.  I&#8217;ve heard about a couple of wars where people are dying everyday.  They can report on that.</p>
<p>Stress &#8211; I worry about my children.  I realize that they are grown men, but Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I still worry.  My youngest has vehicle issues that potentially leave him stranded at any given moment of the day.  (Chris is frantically working on his Explorer to get it running right to give to him and I&#8217;m throwing money at it like a sieve)  My oldest, bless his heart, is going to have a heart attack before he&#8217;s 30 if he keeps it up.  He works two jobs, he never sleeps, he smokes, he drinks, he eats way too much because he&#8217;s a &#8220;stress eater&#8221; and he stresses more than anybody I know.  He&#8217;s always been wound up like an eight-day clock, always in constant motion like he can&#8217;t sit still.  He wears me out just watching him.  He worries so much about everything from his job to his friends to the price of rice in China.  I wish there were a magic wand I could wave over his head to make him RELAX.<br />
What?  The nut didn&#8217;t fall far from the tree?  Is that what you&#8217;re thinking?  Hmmmmp.</p>
<p>Stress &#8211; While in Seattle (my vacation destination), I&#8217;m invited to a Thock Party.  The story is that it used to be little gift exchange party right before Christmas among friends and everyone would bring socks wrapped in something clever and swap them.  Then one day a rogue friend dare brought a thong!  That shook things up a bit!  The party took on a whole new them, henceforth referred to as the Thock Party, and they moved it up several months because they wanted ME to experience THE famous Thock Party.  BUT, what do I bring?  How do I wrap it?  I like being creative and clever, but how can I be creative and clever with a pair of socks or a thong?  I&#8217;ve been in my bubble way too long.  I feel so at odds, like a boring old lady.  And I have to be careful not to chose something too riskque that maybe requires batteries as it might get confenscated at Airport Security as a possible terrorist threat.  What if I promise to carry the batteries separately?  Think that might work?  Still &#8211; stressing about <strong>WHAT </strong>to bring! </p>
<p>Stress &#8211; I want to be a fun girl!!  But I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m very much fun.  People laugh at me all the time.  But are they laughing AT me or WITH me?  I don&#8217;t really know.  All I DO know is that I feel pretty boring.  I work.  I go home.  I go to my pool.  I sleep.  I start over the next day.  Same thing every single day.  This vacation is really throwing me out of my comfort zone.  I need to shake off the Old Lady Blues and let my hair down.  The RahRah&#8217;s of Seattle are about to take me on a ride!</p>
<p>I think they may just be what the doctor ordered to get rid of all this stress.  Forget about work for a few days.  (We&#8217;ll see if THAT can happen)  Let my hair down and R.E.L.A.X.!    Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!</p>
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		<title>One Flaw in Women</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 21:30:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, it&#8217;s true.  We women DO have one flaw.  But only the one.  
This has made its rounds through emails for years, but I have a couple of friends specifically who need to be reminded of this fatal flaw.  I&#8217;m not going to name names.  They know who they are.
To [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, it&#8217;s true.  We women DO have one flaw.  But only the one. <img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>This has made its rounds through emails for years, but I have a couple of friends specifically who need to be reminded of this fatal flaw.  I&#8217;m not going to name names.  They know who they are.<br />
To them:  Read this!  Read it again.  Then memorize it.  They&#8217;ll be a test later.<br />
For everybody else (even men):  It&#8217;s a nice reminder.  Read it, and then go hug your mother.</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p>Women have strengths that amaze men.<br />
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,<br />
but they hold happiness, love and joy.<br />
They smile when they want to scream.<br />
They sing when they want to cry.<br />
They cry when they are happy,<br />
and laugh when they are nervous.<br />
They fight for what they believe in.<br />
They stand up to injustice.<br />
They don&#8217;t take &#8220;no&#8221; for an answer,<br />
when they believe there is a better solution.<br />
They go without so their family can have.<br />
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.<br />
They love unconditionally.<br />
They cry when their children excel,<br />
and cheer when their friends get awards.<br />
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.<br />
Their hearts break when a friend dies.<br />
They grieve at the loss of a family member,<br />
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.<br />
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.<br />
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.<br />
They&#8217;ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.<br />
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.<br />
They bring joy, hope and love.<br />
They have compassion and ideas.<br />
They give moral support to their family and friends.<br />
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.</p>
<p>HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,</p>
<p><strong>IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.</strong></p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p>Well, when you put it THAT way. . . .</p>
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		<title>A Kinder and Gentler New Year</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 22:07:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think it&#8217;s safe to say that we can finally declare the holidays officially over.  A new year has begun along with what a lot of people refer to as a &#8216;fresh start&#8217;.  New Year&#8217;s resolutions abound.
Now I don&#8217;t typically make New Year&#8217;s resolutions because. . . well. . . I KNOW that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think it&#8217;s safe to say that we can finally declare the holidays officially over.  A new year has begun along with what a lot of people refer to as a &#8216;fresh start&#8217;.  New Year&#8217;s resolutions abound.</p>
<p>Now I don&#8217;t typically make New Year&#8217;s resolutions because. . . well. . . I KNOW that I&#8217;m not going to exercise more (that&#8217;s been proven many times over the years past) and I&#8217;m not going to lose weight (again &#8211; proven) and I&#8217;m not going to give up my cold beer and margaritas (that&#8217;s plain blasphemy).  I prefer not to lie to myself or even pretend.  Instead, I like to remind myself of what&#8217;s really important in life. . . what would encourage me to enjoy it more.  I look for inspiration.  </p>
<p>This year, inspiration found me.  My sister-in-law sent me an email with this message.  But I warn you. . . these baby&#8217;s might just tug at your maternal heartstrings.  They are SO adorable!</p>
<p>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::</p>
<p>Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.</p>
<p>A sharp tongue can cut your own throat.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00001.jpg' alt='att00001.jpg' /></p>
<p>If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn&#8217;t oversleep.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00002.jpg' alt='att00002.jpg' /></p>
<p>Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00003.jpg' alt='att00003.jpg' /></p>
<p>The best vitamin for making friends. . . . . B1.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00004.jpg' alt='att00004.jpg' /></p>
<p>The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00005.jpg' alt='att00005.jpg' /></p>
<p>The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge.</p>
<p>One thing you can give and still keep&#8230;.is your word.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00006.jpg' alt='att00006.jpg' /></p>
<p>If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished.</p>
<p>One thing you can&#8217;t recycle is wasted time.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00007.jpg' alt='att00007.jpg' /></p>
<p>Ideas won&#8217;t work unless YOU do.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00008.jpg' alt='att00008.jpg' /></p>
<p>Your mind is like a parachute&#8230;.it functions only when open.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00009.jpg' alt='att00009.jpg' /></p>
<p>The Ten Commandments are not a multiple choice.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/att00010.jpg' alt='att00010.jpg' /></p>
<p>The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime!  It is never too late to become what you might have been.</p>
<p>Life is too short to wake up with regrets.  So love the people who treat you right.  Forget about the ones who don&#8217;t (Mo).  Believe everything happens for a reason.  If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.  If it changes your life, let it.  </p>
<p>Nobody said life would be easy&#8230;.they just promised it would be worth it.</p>
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<p><font size=3><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!</strong></p>
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		<title>We ALL Walk In Different Shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 00:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This past weekend, we had 80 degree temperatures and yesterday, it was 42 degrees.  This kind of cold doesn&#8217;t bode well with my delicate summer-lovin&#8217; system.  THIS is more what my system enjoys:

Or THIS:

The cold, dark early days of Fall and Winter send me running for the covers.  
Yesterday, in particular, I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This past weekend, we had 80 degree temperatures and yesterday, it was 42 degrees.  This kind of cold doesn&#8217;t bode well with my delicate summer-lovin&#8217; system.  THIS is more what my system enjoys:</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/img_1853_2.jpg' alt='img_1853_2.jpg' /></p>
<p>Or THIS:</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/img_1878.JPG' alt='img_1878.JPG' /></p>
<p>The cold, dark early days of Fall and Winter send me running for the covers.  </p>
<p>Yesterday, in particular, I was feeling a bit puny all day. (I&#8217;m still fighting something)  So after work, I went straight home, put on my comfie, winter jammies and crawled into bed.  I scrolled through my DVR to find something interesting to take my mind off my woozy tummy.  By the end of the night, I had found a pattern in my television choices. . . Amazing and impressive miracles &#8211; KIDS. </p>
<p><a href="http://abcnews.go.com/gma">Good Morning America</a> featured Charice singing with David Foster playing piano.  I&#8217;ve posted about this girl before <a href="http://yellowjeepblonde.com/oprah-charice/">here</a> and <a href="http://yellowjeepblonde.com/charice-celine-oprah-sept-19/">here</a>.  If you haven&#8217;t listened to this child sing, you simply MUST.  She IS UNBELIEVABLE!  I took a picture of my TV.  I&#8217;m a goofus like that.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/_mg_2636_2.jpg' alt='_mg_2636_2.jpg' /></p>
<p>Then there was <a href="http://www.oprah.com/tows">Oprah</a> and she was doing a show on Medical Mysteries with Dr. Oz.  First, there was this 12 year old boy, Brendan.  Bless his heart!  He is 7&#8242;3&#8221; tall. . . at 12 years old!  Can you imagine?  After years of trying to figure out what was making him grow so fast, they finally nailed it down to a specific and unique chromosome issue that happened in utero.  And with this information, they were able to help him STOP growing.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/20080918_tows_mysteries2_350x263.jpg' alt='20080918_tows_mysteries2_350x263.jpg' /></p>
<p>During the interview, he was just as gracious and adorable as any twelve year old boy, and surprisingly, even though kids that age can be a little cruel at times, he said that nobody makes fun of him.  He said he has lots of friends.  In fact, the only thing he complained about was finding clothes and shoes.</p>
<p>Well, Oprah being Oprah called on her friend, <a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/players/847">Shaquille O&#8217;Neal</a> who is 7&#8242;1&#8243; and knows all too well what it&#8217;s like being that tall.  Shaq told Brendan that he now has a new best friend, that he is hooking him up with his personal tailor and is going to get him some new clothes.  He&#8217;s bringing Brendan and his family to one of his basketball games and then they&#8217;ll hang out together that weekend.  He said he&#8217;s going to share with him his secrets of being tall and signed off by saying &#8220;Be Tall. Be Beautiful.&#8221;</p>
<p>Next, she had a 26 year old young lady, Kristin, who is only 39&#8243; tall.  She has a disorder that affects only 100 people on the planet.  She has something called <a href="http://www.primordialdwarfism.com/">Primordial Dwarfism</a>, but it isn&#8217;t like your typical dwarf.  She is perfectly proportionate; just super tiny.  And she is absolutely adorable.  I liked her!  She said that she&#8217;s just like everybody else, just &#8220;Short in stature, and Tall in spirit&#8221;.  </p>
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<p>These young people were just amazing &#8211; their spirit touched my heart.  It just got me to thinking about all that&#8217;s going on around us everyday, how people are behaving towards each other, all the judgement that people harbour in their souls for each other.  Then you look at these walking and talking miracles.  Who are WE to judge one another?  </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>We ALL walk in different shoes.</strong></p>
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		<title>Organized &#8211; The New ME</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:57:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve lived in this house for more than 12 years now. When we moved here, the boys were still children; fourth and sixth grades.  I still remember the first week we were here when I had the peephole installed in the front door, they were complaining about it being so high.  I, being [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve lived in this house for more than 12 years now. When we moved here, the boys were still children; fourth and sixth grades.  I still remember the first week we were here when I had the peephole installed in the front door, they were complaining about it being so high.  I, being intelligent mother-like species, knew that within a blink of an eye they&#8217;d be leaning down to peep through.  And guess what?  I was right.  Now they ask why I put it so low.  I&#8217;m only 5&#8242;3&#8243; maybe!  I can&#8217;t win.</p>
<p>Anyway, the whole point of my walk down Memory Lane is that in the length of time I&#8217;ve lived here, I&#8217;ve literally run like a mad woman between work, school events, chauferring, errands, dinners, breakfasts, lunches, family functions, etc. (you know the drill) and insuring that the life my boys knew BEFORE the divorce was NOT going to change enough for them to feel the pain.</p>
<p>Although I thought myself SEMI-successful in my goal at the time, there were a <strong>few </strong>things (*note: sarcasm) that I let fall to the wayside.  And MY own personal space was what fell. . . My bathroom more specifically.  (Hell, I was the only one in it, so who cared)  I kept the rest of the house presentable enough that if I had a ten minute notice that someone was coming by that I&#8217;d have it in &#8220;company&#8221; shape.  Everything was okay. . . . except my bathroom closet, my bathroom cabinets, and my bathroom drawers.  These drawers resembled a preverbial &#8220;junk drawer&#8221;.  Good grief!  I should have taken pictures.</p>
<p align="center"><img src='http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/maxine_spring_cleaning.jpg' alt='maxine_spring_cleaning.jpg' /></p>
<p>With the kids grown and gone now, I&#8217;ve slowly been making the whole house my own.  I started downstairs painting, putting in new floors, rearranging things, cleaning closets and such.  Then I moved to my office in my loft and did the same thing.  Finally, I attacked my bathroom &#8211; the last room in the house.  I thought it was going to be the least of my worries.  Good God people!!  The stuff I pulled out of that tiny space was absolutely stunning.  </p>
<p>It got me to wondering. . . Am I the only one that shoves stuff in their closets, cabinets and drawers thinking &#8220;I may need that one day&#8221; or &#8220;I&#8217;ll use that later&#8221;?  I ask because I was appalled at myself at what all I pulled out of there.</p>
<li>Two old worn out blow dryers (They worked . . . sorta.  They were shooting fire on occasion, but could act as a handy backup if my current one suddenly bit the dust without warning)
<li>Expired prescription drugs (I must have thought I may need them again someday.  I found a bottle with one valium inside from 1996.  I found a bottle of Vicoden that was full from 1998.  I remember that Vicoden doesn&#8217;t help me at all, so why would I have kept them?  There were packets upon packets of sample allergy medicines that expired in 2000.  It was weird walking down &#8220;Medical History Lane&#8221; wondering &#8220;What did I need this for?&#8221;  Weird.)
<li>Tons of tiny lotions, face potions from Estee Lauder and Clinique, and lipsticks  (There many, many tubes of this stuff.  How long do these lotions and potions last?  Well, not ten years!  Yeah, they had all turned into goo.  And the lipstick just turned into. . . well, not lipstick.)
<li>A plethora of haircare products (Who needs 16 cans of hairsprays? Six cans of mousse surely from the 90&#8217;s, hair straighteners that apparently didn&#8217;t have great results. . . or I&#8217;d be USING THEM.  If someone looked at all these haircare products, they would&#8217;ve thought that I spend toooooo much time on my hair.  Me?  Not so much.  In fact, it couldn&#8217;t be further from the truth.  I spend little to no time on my hair.  Apparently if these products didn&#8217;t work the miracles they advertised, they were banished to depths of bathroom cabinet HELL.)
<li>A box full of contact cleaning solutions.  (I haven&#8217;t WORN contacts since 2003 when I had lasik!)
<p>Who knew that cleaning out your bathroom could be so. . . . cleansing?  To throw out all that crap that I held onto for so many years. . . well, it was cleansing. . . both physically and mentally.</p>
<p>The clean and organized and uncluttered look feels so much more like ME &#8211; happy and comfortable.  The new happy, comfortable me that I&#8217;ve become.  Did I just not ever have time to figure out who I was before?  OR did it take going through all those years to make me. . . well, me?</p>
<p>What do you have lurking in your bathroom nether regions?  Please tell me that I&#8217;m not the only clutter freak out there!!</p>
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		<title>Age And Perception (again)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:58:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was going to post something completely different today, but I&#8217;m still on this Perception kick.  I can&#8217;t help it.  I saw something today that just blew my little mind in a time-warp kind of way.  It&#8217;s aging that&#8217;s doing it to me.  Not that I&#8217;m going senile or anything.  It&#8217;s just that lately, I feel like I&#8217;ve been [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was going to post something completely different today, but I&#8217;m still on this Perception kick.  I can&#8217;t help it.  I saw something today that just blew my little mind in a time-warp kind of way.  It&#8217;s aging that&#8217;s doing it to me.  Not that I&#8217;m going senile or anything.  It&#8217;s just that lately, I feel like I&#8217;ve been in a space capsule and I just came down to earth after 25 years.  My mind stayed young while at the same time, I got smarter, yet my body has aged and has become the likeness of my grandmother.  It&#8217;s like I don&#8217;t know what happened to all the years between when I was a teenager and now. </p>
<p><strong>Oh yeah!</strong> I was a mom!  Completely caught up in a whole different world.  I was here.  You could see me.  But I was so completely absorbed in my children&#8217;s world that it&#8217;s like I didn&#8217;t notice what was happening right outside my window.</p>
<p>And things like THIS happened.  Look at this!  What the Hell happened to him?  Did he completely lose his mind?  Aside from the fact that he&#8217;s warped his face into something from The Planet of the Apes, the man is wearing a tuxedo jacket with pajama pants!  <strong>In public!</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="michael_jackson.jpg" /></p>
<p>This is Michael Jackson.  I say that like you don&#8217;t know that already because<strong> I</strong> was somehow surprised by this.  Here, he&#8217;s in Las Vegas about to celebrate his 50th birthday.  50, people!!  He&#8217;s only a couple of years older than I am.  I grew up listening to The Jackson Five, then Thriller, and so on.  I still have THIS image of him in my mind.  What happened to this guy?</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://yellowjeepblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/michael_jackson_5.jpg" alt="michael_jackson_5.jpg" /></p>
<p>This is Michael Jackson BEFORE he destroyed his face and started wearing his pajamas in public.  Look at him here.  He was so cute.  He had such great features, surely to grow into a perfectly handsome man.  What was it that made him see something in the mirror that needed such a drastic change?  How is it that his perception of himself was SO far off base from reality? </p>
<p>You all know that I&#8217;ve been talking about age a lot lately, what with my baby turning 24 years old, menopause, graying hair and wrinkles I didn&#8217;t see coming.  I didn&#8217;t mention gravity.  Yeah, NOT my friend. </p>
<p>At my son&#8217;s age, I was married, had a baby, lived in Japan and &#8220;thought&#8221; I was a grown-up and again, I thought I knew it ALL.  Now I look at my children and I SEE grown men, but my mind and my heart, I still see my babies.  In fact, everybody their age are considered babies to me.  I know that&#8217;s not fair, but I tell you, this aging thing is perplexing the crap out of me.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s like when we&#8217;re young, we think we know it ALL and life is an open book and we can write whatever we want, and our parents are &#8220;old&#8221; and they don&#8217;t know anything about anything and their life is nearly over.  Again, it comes down to perception of youth and how vastly it differs from the perception of . . . well. . . someone over 40. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m just as guilty of warped perception as the next guy.  When I was eight years old, my mother was out in our front yard with another neighbor mom and she did a cart-wheel.  I distinctly remember thinking, &#8220;She&#8217;s gonna hurt herself.  She&#8217;s too old to be doing that!&#8221;  She was 28 years old for goodness sake!  My little eight year old mind perceived that she was so old that she was going to break a hip.</p>
<p>Somewhere around this same timeframe, my dad&#8217;s aunt and uncle were at our house celebrating their birthdays (they shared the same birthday).  They were turning 45 years old.  Again, my little 8 or 9 year old self, who loved these people dearly, was frightened and thought, &#8220;Gosh! 45! They&#8217;re going to DIE soon.&#8221;  My 8 year old mind seriously perceived that 45 was ready kick the bucket.</p>
<p>Then when I lived in Japan, my mom came out to visit for my oldest boy&#8217;s first birthday. (I was pregnant with my youngest at the time)  She was about 43 years old and she wanted to climb Mount Fuji with some friends.  My initial reaction was &#8220;Don&#8217;t you think you&#8217;re a little old for that?&#8221;  She looked at me like I was loopy.  She was only 43!  I look back at pictures of her on the mountain and I think how young she was.  My perception has done a complete 180.</p>
<p>My children who are in their early 20&#8217;s <strong>say</strong> they don&#8217;t think of me as being &#8220;old&#8221;.  They actually think I&#8217;m pretty cool.  But I wonder. . . because my oldest doesn&#8217;t think I can DO anything physical.  Maybe he thinks I&#8217;m gonna break a hip.  I think I&#8217;m going to tell them not to worry about me until I start wearing my pajamas in public.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 03:20:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The other day on my way home from work, I was forced to take a detour.  The highway was backed up through the whole &#8216;two exits&#8217; I needed to travel, so I took an alternate route that has a lot more traffic lights.  No biggie.  As I was sitting at a traffic light, I noticed [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The other day on my way home from work, I was forced to take a detour.  The highway was backed up through the whole &#8216;two exits&#8217; I needed to travel, so I took an alternate route that has a lot more traffic lights.  No biggie.  As I was sitting at a traffic light, I noticed a guy standing on the side of the road in the 100+ degree heat with a backpack and a big cardboard sign.  I was several cars back and I strained to read what it said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Travelin. Broke-N-Ugly. NOT a crackhead.&#8221;</p>
<p>Thinking that was kinda funny, I sat there staring at him wondering about this guy.  He was a good looking guy from what I could tell.  He looked about college age &#8211; the same age as my boys.  He was cute, just <strong>really</strong> dirty.  And I found myself wondering how long he&#8217;d been out in this heat, if he <strong>really</strong> was a crackhead, where he was going, where he was coming from, and why would he be crazy enough to get into a car with a stranger (hey, it&#8217;s MY bubble).  I was just in a daze staring and wondering.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s when I saw it.  Humanity.  The car in front of me rolled down his window and motioned for the guy to come over.  That&#8217;s when I got a better look at vagabond dude and realized a.) how young he was, and b.) how cute he was, and c.) how desperately he needed a bath.   And I was thinking, &#8220;Don&#8217;t get in the car with him.  Don&#8217;t get in the car with him.&#8221;  Anyway, the dude in the car handed vagabond dude a bottle of water.  Aawwhh!  Vagabond dude smiled a really nice smile and thanked him over and over.  Even though I&#8217;m sure that he&#8217;d have rather just crawled into the air conditioned car and been given a ride, he was very grateful for the water.  Then the light turned green and we all drove away leaving vagabond dude still looking for a ride.</p>
<p>The sap that I am was so moved that the dude in the car thought enough to share his bottle of water.  And for some reason, I can&#8217;t get the kid out of my mind.  I mean, he surely has a mom somewhere wondering where her little boy is and if he&#8217;s alright.  Surely so.  And I just wanted him to be safe.  It makes me so sad when I see people like that who have no place to call home and no family to turn to, no one to call.  The mom in me comes out and wants to protect ALL the children of the world.</p>
<p>I think I&#8217;ll buy a case of bottled water and keep it in my Jeep in case I see another homeless person hitching a ride in the 100 degree heat.  I feel like doing a good deed.  We ALL should do a good deed.  It warms your heart just thinking about it.</p>
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