<?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-687339997666179721</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:04:01.791-06:00</updated><category term='Grand Opening'/><title type='text'>MarGee's Opinion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1879734189529365882</id><published>2008-11-12T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:05:08.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a loooong time...</title><content type='html'>Oh, how long it has been since I have been here and typing down my thoughts. I had a little convo earlier today with a friend from Iowa. She was praising me for my big move and having it all together and oh, how the purging was probably an awesome thing. And how she needed to do something, but it was all just too overwhelming. And she was just so proud of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have things under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-baby had a nightmare last night that the crocodiles were getting her. Again. She has had this dream before. Go ahead and analyze it for me if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new neighbors. I like the school. I like the town. But, I like Iowa better! That's all there is to it. A year from now, I may feel differently, but now that is how I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are really not sleeping well. One or all of them awake at least once a night and one or two of them end up in our bed. I end up on the couch in our room or in one of there three beds ~ nearly every night lately, it seems. This is not good for me. I am already half psychotic...I don't need this sleep deprivation on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-baby told me in her sleepy state last night, as we moved from the couch to J-man's bed at around 4 AM, that she was "scared of this house" and "can we just go back to our other house?". I bit my lip. Poor babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my husband this morning and said, "We really can't relate to what they are feeling as we both were in the same houses our whole childhood." My parents still have the same home. His mom just sold hers a few years ago...and it wasn't easy. So, there are some adjustments to be made for our little ones. Many people do it. We will get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no goal on this post today. Just to post and to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to feel some sense of accomplishment that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1879734189529365882?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1879734189529365882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1879734189529365882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1879734189529365882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1879734189529365882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-loooong-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a loooong time...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-340779139010025733</id><published>2008-09-09T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:31:00.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was an email I just received from a friend and I BELIEVE it is worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Certificate shows that we were born,   &lt;br /&gt;A Death Certificate shows that we died,    &lt;br /&gt;Pictures show that we lived!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other.&lt;br /&gt;And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.  &lt;br /&gt;Same goes for true love..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That you should always leave loved ones with loving words.&lt;br /&gt;It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down,&lt;br /&gt;will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others, sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,&lt;br /&gt;but, we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That you shouldn't be so eager to find  out a secret.&lt;br /&gt;It could change your life Forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Believe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of seconds by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That even when you think you have no more to give,  &lt;br /&gt;when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;&lt;br /&gt;they just make the most of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-340779139010025733?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/340779139010025733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=340779139010025733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/340779139010025733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/340779139010025733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-was-email-i-just-received-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7765768050271287392</id><published>2008-06-17T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:51:30.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. MCCain, you do have my RESPECT!</title><content type='html'>Just a little food for thought when you are considering who to vote for this coming November. The man is brave and he practices what he preaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/mccain/mccainsons.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/politics/mccain/mccainsons.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7765768050271287392?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7765768050271287392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7765768050271287392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7765768050271287392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7765768050271287392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-mccain-you-do-have-my-respect.html' title='Mr. MCCain, you do have my RESPECT!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-6644509800026405686</id><published>2008-06-09T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:17:27.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threes....</title><content type='html'>I am stealing this from PYi as I can not come up with anything original right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 names you go by: Margaret, Mom, Mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 physical things you like about yourself: My children (came from my body), My toenails, my ears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 physical things you don't like about yourself: My ginormous legs, my muffin top, my cankles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 things that scare you: Freaky Clowns, Things that go bump in the night, Something bad happening to my children/friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 everyday essentials: Diet Pepsi, Doritos, Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 things you're wearing now: Gap Black T-shirt, Old Jeans, Old tennis shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 favorite musical artists or groups: Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, Rascal Flatts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 favorite songs: Everything, Rascal Flatts; Live Like You Were Dying, Timmy; and American Girl by Carrie Underwood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 truths and a lie: I think my kids are totally hilarious, I think I need to lose 10 pounds and get my butt into shape NOW and I look awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you: Smell, Smile, Face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 of your favorite hobbies: playing with my kids, playing with my friends, playing with my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 things you want to do really badly right now: I would love to (in this order): lose 10 pounds magically, buy a totally cute outfit that I KNOW looks hot on me, and go out on the town!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 things you want to do before you die: Watch my kids grow up, see them get married and see them with their children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 ways you are stereotypically a girl/boy: Love to shop, get my toenails done and eat chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 celebrity crushes: Duane Johnson is my newest, Tim McGraw and ... I can't think of anyone else right now.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-6644509800026405686?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6644509800026405686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=6644509800026405686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6644509800026405686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6644509800026405686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/06/threes.html' title='Threes....'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-3020452171288408068</id><published>2008-05-28T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:28:23.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_29.asp"&gt;http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_29.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro-life people are diverse in economic status, race, religion, and education. Yet, they are unified by the concept that all humans, especially the innocent unborn, have an inherent right to life. &lt;br /&gt;Here are things I believe as a Pro-Life person:&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the unborn child is human.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_2.asp#NOW"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe life begins at conception.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_9438MS.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that abortion is not safe.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_928YC.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that abortion is a war on the unborn.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_909sl.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Roe v. Wade decision, legalizing abortion on demand in America, was one of the most important and devastating Supreme Court decisions.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_8.asp#POST"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a constitutional amendment should be passed that gives equal protection to all living humans, including the unborn. &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_1.asp#The"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the violence inside and outside abortion clinics is morally wrong.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/violence/violence.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that rape and incest are horrible crimes and should be punished, but I don't believe that a child conceived from either should be killed.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_29.asp#But"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that the government should fund abortions.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_43.asp#TAX"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that the government should fund Planned Parenthood - the largest national supplier of abortions.  &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_917pp.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Being a religious person, I believe that the Bible backs up my views on abortion. &lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_9410CV.asp"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I wanted to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-3020452171288408068?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3020452171288408068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=3020452171288408068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3020452171288408068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3020452171288408068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-opinion.html' title='My Opinion...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5907648203571602241</id><published>2008-05-23T12:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:24:48.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Let us not forget who it is that makes it possible for us to sleep at night and enjoy a friendly, neighborhood barbeque on Memorial Day.... Take a few moments this weekend to remember. Here is a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbRGksthTHQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbRGksthTHQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=1_UgbcuA1uo"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=1_UgbcuA1uo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlington&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Trace Adkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,&lt;br /&gt;They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,&lt;br /&gt;There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,&lt;br /&gt;The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,&lt;br /&gt;They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,&lt;br /&gt;I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,&lt;br /&gt;We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally found that cross,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "son this is what it cost to keep us free"&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am,A thousand stones away from him,&lt;br /&gt;He recognized me on the first day I came in,&lt;br /&gt;And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,&lt;br /&gt;I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,&lt;br /&gt;I know they brought another hero home to us&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,&lt;br /&gt;We can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,&lt;br /&gt;We made it to arlington, yea dust to dust,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-o9aCoeGoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-o9aCoeGoI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You're Reading This&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Tim McGraw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5907648203571602241?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5907648203571602241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5907648203571602241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5907648203571602241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5907648203571602241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/meaning-of-memorial-day.html' title='Meaning of Memorial Day'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1316977962260013111</id><published>2008-05-19T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:07:30.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One Are You ~ Girl That Weighs the Same as ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, I wish I had seen you on that scale to see what my weight looks like on someone else...maybe it would help to motivate me to move that number down!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, today, it happened. The scale at the gym was set to my exact weight...which means that someone had just weighed themselves and stepped off right before I got to the dressing room. Did I pass her? Did I look at her and think she was fat? Did I look at her and think...she looks pretty good? Was she still in the gym? Was she still working out...hmmmm, which one is she. I really want to know. Do you think people would mind if I asked, "Hey, are you the one that weighed "such and such"? Would it be an insult to some...would it be a compliment to others? I looked around...I wondered. I never got my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;But, I must say, it was so nice to see!!! Someone else here weighs the same as me!!! &lt;em&gt;Well, not to brag, but I did have to bump it down about 1/4 pound to really get it to balance correctly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, let me tell you why I was so relieved. Because for the past several weeks, as I walk into the locker room, I always am sure to make note of the scale to see what weight is left on it, if any! And, I am sad to say that it is often left on a weight...a weight that I can never imagine obtaining for myself. The first time. Some emaciated, hungry woman had left it on 112!? "Who in the HELL in here weighs 112!? Show yourself beyotch!" I wanted to shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Another time it was on 126! Oh, how I would love to be 126 pounds again...when was that weight on my body  last? I think I may have obtained that number my Freshman year in college. (Yeah, I actually lost weight that year.) Then I porked out my sophomore year while I worked food service. I think I may have gotten back to that weight again some time in my senior year, but never again. And, I venture to guess...NEVER AGAIN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Another time the scale read 116 and I went ballistic (in my head) again! I just can not imagine being that skinny! As I forced myself to take step after step on the elliptical and tried so hard not to think about how, doing this, I will be able to eat some Flamin' Hots after without as much guilt...I looked around at the fit little figures that wandered the gym amongst me and, I thought, "her and, yeah, her...oh, yeah ~ that one looks hungry, too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;There they are...those gals under 130 pounds! They must live off of oatmeal, celery and whey protein shakes... They are NOT HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;But, damn! Am I? Well, yes, I am. I AM HAPPY DAMMIT!!! I just wish I was skinnier!!! Why is that such an obsession? I don't know...when I get to the bottom of this bag of chips...maybe I will find my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1316977962260013111?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1316977962260013111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1316977962260013111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1316977962260013111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1316977962260013111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/which-one-are-you-girl-that-weighs-same.html' title='Which One Are You ~ Girl That Weighs the Same as ME?'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5418825933267699625</id><published>2008-05-18T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:34:27.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Home...yet!</title><content type='html'>Well, I can not complain too much as my house is spotless, the children are gone, my husband is gone. I have the whole house to myself with not a ton to do. It is a wonderful feeling. I've got a couple of new magazines to read and my trusted DP at my side! Got a couple loads of laundry in, but that is about it. It is peaceful. There is no stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't count the fact that not a single person has come to our open house!!!! I guess there is some stress there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we will be listing it and dumping several grand into the hands of our neighbor the realtor. UGH! I don't know why, but I just hate the thought of paying someone so much for selling my house when I am the one that has to do all the work to get the thing sold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only 28 minutes left of peace and quiet...then I will go pick up the kids and the house will be destroyed by 5:00 PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good while it lasted, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5418825933267699625?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5418825933267699625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5418825933267699625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5418825933267699625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5418825933267699625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-one-homeyet.html' title='No One Home...yet!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1604006784848728142</id><published>2008-05-16T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:13:31.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Mike Christian!</title><content type='html'>John McCain's remarks about the Pledge of Allegiance:&lt;br /&gt;In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Pledge of Allegiance' - by Senator John McCain '&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell.&lt;br /&gt;In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room. This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.&lt;br /&gt;One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing. Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.&lt;br /&gt;One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it...&lt;br /&gt;That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in.. We cleaned him up as well as we could.&lt;br /&gt;The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country. So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisable, with liberty and justice for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1604006784848728142?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1604006784848728142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1604006784848728142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1604006784848728142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1604006784848728142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/patti-dont-hate-me.html' title='God Bless Mike Christian!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-3866279321998546603</id><published>2008-05-14T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:15:44.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms the Size of my Three Year Old...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so last Thursday, the kids and I stopped at Van Dee's ~ the local ice cream shop ~ for a little afternoon delight! It was a warm day and, thankfully, I wore jeans, but I also wore a sleeveless shirt - bad idea. We are sitting at a table, my three kids and I, and a "newspaper man" came up to us and asked if he could get pictures of us for the Johnston Register. I agreed, but specifically asked that he "not get momma in the pictures".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing he did was go out to the street to get a far shot of the Ice Cream shop and a photo of us at the table. I was completely paranoid that my "whale tail" would be hanging out for the world to see, but that he would not notice it while editing the photos and then it would show up on the cover of the Register and I would be the "butt" of jokes in the Johnston/Dallas Center- Grimes and surrounding areas for years to come. Thankfully, that did not happen...my shirt was long enough to cover my dirty little secret! (What in the hell is she wearing a thong for anyway? That girls ass is the size of Texas ~ to borrow a phrase from my friend PYi ~ clASSy, huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a couple of emails yesterday requesting "autographs" for the photos of the family on the cover of the Johnston Register. One from a neighbor guy whose wife would likely divorce him if she knew he even had my email address much less sent me a message (not because she is at all threatened by me, but just insecure of all women) and another from a sarcastic Urbandalite and Hawkeye fan (shout out to Traci ~ my newest reader) who had not even seen the photos yet, but got the "heads up" from her sister in the "surrounding area" of Grimes. I told them both that I would be setting up a table today in our driveway to sign copies. Of course, it would be $1 a piece to go towards the purchase of a personal trainer to get these arms in shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had not yet seen the photos, so I made a stop at Casey's and purchased a paper and there, on the cover, in living color, was my adorable kiddies and their "grandma" with her left "arm the size of the 3 year old". Oh, of course the pictures were so cute of the kids, but they really could have done without the close up of me with ice cream melting all over my hands 'cuz there was no way in Hell that I was going to have a picture of me in the paper licking away at an ice cream cone...that would definitely not be a pretty picture ~ UGH! And the wrinkles, oh the wrinkles around the eyes!!! Also, I was sporting the 'burns that bug my husband so much, but it was windy and I had to keep the hair out of my face and had to tuck a bit behind the ear...just didn't get it all back there, hence, the Elvis-like sideburns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love to pick myself apart. All in all, it was a fun little thing. The kids were so happy to see themselves in the paper and we all had a big laugh over the action shot of Sammy coughing his head off - too cute! Jack and Sam both enjoyed being noticed around town by friends and passersby that had seen us in the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my husband is going to feel like the "spirit of himself watching on as his family goes on without him." But, we missed him and wished he was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get yourself some ice cream today. It is a beautiful day for it! I suggest a sugar cone with chocolate ice cream and chocolate dip ~ my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "dip", I gotta go do 20 or so on the steps to get these triceps in order for my next Johnston Register cover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-3866279321998546603?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3866279321998546603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=3866279321998546603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3866279321998546603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3866279321998546603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/arms-size-of-my-three-year-old.html' title='Arms the Size of my Three Year Old...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-2820478894517263289</id><published>2008-05-08T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:52:27.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Was Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, I was listening to Paul Harvey on the radio yesterday and he announced that the fellow that created the comic strip that was later turned into a hit TV show, HAZEL, had died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My "Hazel" came today and left my house so clean and shiny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am not going to let my family be in my house for the entire weekend! That is my Mother's Day gift to me! Knowing that, where ever I am, my house is home and clean!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thank you, Hazel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-2820478894517263289?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/2820478894517263289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=2820478894517263289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2820478894517263289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2820478894517263289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hazel-was-here.html' title='Hazel Was Here!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1098794463140367518</id><published>2008-05-01T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:27:30.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I got this forwarded to me today from my brother, it seemed timely as I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a fool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have so much to be grateful for and am going to celebrate that and not wallow in the small stuff! Things could always be worse, and, for many, they are! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So down with the pity party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Said NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to take away my habit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to grant me patience. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; It isn't granted, it is learned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to give me happiness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to spare me pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said, No. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh, finally you have the idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1098794463140367518?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1098794463140367518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1098794463140367518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1098794463140367518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1098794463140367518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-work.html' title='Do the Work!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1149861850919848470</id><published>2008-04-30T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:01:11.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why, but I want to cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is just one of those days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pulled a late night due to my stupid procrastination and still didn't complete the task at hand ~ the one that awaits me even as I type this. I need to get it done...get that monkey off my back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a rager of a headache!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Robot Boy has been home with me the last two days sick. Went to the doctor and they were no help. He says he feels good, though, so I will roll with that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband is away in KC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house has not even been looked at ~ not once. But, it is probably bad Karma...after this monkey of a project is off my back, I will be open to showing and selling and it WILL HAPPEN! I do believe that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just dropped off the neighbor boy and his mom tells me that they (her and her husband) are separated. Though she is hoping to reconcile, he has been unfaithful and she just doesn't know what to do.... Never saw that one coming, again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That makes me very sad ~ 3 little kids under the age of 10 ~ what will become of their little hearts. So sad, so very, very sad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, I guess I have my answer as tears streak down my face!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1149861850919848470?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1149861850919848470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1149861850919848470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1149861850919848470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1149861850919848470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-why-but-i-want-to-cry.html' title='I don&apos;t know why, but I want to cry...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-3632519312929717870</id><published>2008-04-28T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:37:18.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domo Arigato Mr. Jaworski</title><content type='html'>Domo arigato, Mr. Jaworski,&lt;br /&gt;Mata ah-oo hima deDomo arigato, Mr. Jaworski,&lt;br /&gt;Himitsu wo shiri tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin?&lt;br /&gt;With parts made in Des Moines, I am the Samuel man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest thing the other day as I was driving my children to or fro. A song came on and Sam told me to look! I looked back and he had his cute little eyes BUGGED OUT of his head, his neck muscles straining and was "waxing on and waxing off" to the tune of the song. I started to laugh and asked what he was doing and he said "The Robot!" It was too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him where he had learned it and he said he didn't ... he just taught himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem's plain to see: too much technology.&lt;br /&gt;Machines to save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Machines dehumanize.&lt;br /&gt;The time has come at last&lt;br /&gt;To throw away this mask&lt;br /&gt;So everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;My true identity...I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa Kin Fu Nee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-3632519312929717870?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3632519312929717870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=3632519312929717870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3632519312929717870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3632519312929717870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/domo-arigato-mr-jaworski.html' title='Domo Arigato Mr. Jaworski'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-3916004908882043556</id><published>2008-04-24T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:19:43.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tong Uk's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Well I love her&lt;br /&gt;But I love to fish&lt;br /&gt;I spend all day out on this lake&lt;br /&gt;And hell is all I catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she met me at the door&lt;br /&gt;Said I would have to choose&lt;br /&gt;If I hit that fishin' hole today&lt;br /&gt;She'd be packin' all her things&lt;br /&gt;And she'd be gone by noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm on this lakeshore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sittin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it'll hit me&lt;br /&gt;When I walk through that door tonight&lt;br /&gt;That I'm gonna miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a chance that if I hurry&lt;br /&gt;I could beg her to stay&lt;br /&gt;But that water's right&lt;br /&gt;And the weather's perfect&lt;br /&gt;No tellin' what I might catch today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna miss her&lt;br /&gt;When I get home&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm on this lakeshore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sittin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it'll hit me&lt;br /&gt;When I walk through that door tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm gonna miss her...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna miss her...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Gonna Miss Her, lyrics by Brad Paisley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-3916004908882043556?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3916004908882043556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=3916004908882043556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3916004908882043556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3916004908882043556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/tong-uks-philosophy.html' title='Tong Uk&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-2142800743356464937</id><published>2008-04-24T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:05:41.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILOSOPHY OF AMBIGUITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stolen from a forwarded email...can not take credit for this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. DON'T SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS AND DON'T PET THE SWEATY THINGS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA, FLOOR..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. ATHEISM IS A NON-PROPHET ORGANIZATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. IF MAN EVOLVED FROM MONKEYS AND APES, WHY DO WE STILL HAVE MONKEYS AND APES? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. THE MAIN REASON SANTA IS SO JOLLY IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE BAD GIRLS LIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I WENT TO A BOOKSTORE AND ASKED THE SALESWOMAN, 'WHERE'S THE SELF-HELP SECTION?' SHE SAID IF SHE T OLD ME, IT WOULD DEFEAT THE PURPOSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. WHAT IF THERE WERE NO HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. IF A DEAF PERSON SWEARS, DOES HIS MOTHER WASH HIS HANDS WITH SOAP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. IF SOMEONE WITH MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES THREATENS TO KILL HIMSELF, IS IT CONSIDERED A HOSTAGE SITUATION? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. IS THERE ANOTHER WORD FOR SYNONYM? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. WHERE DO FOREST RANGERS GO TO 'GET AWAY FROM IT ALL?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE AN ENDANGERED ANIMAL EATING AN ENDANGERED PLANT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. IF A PARSLEY FARMER IS SUED, CAN THEY GARNISH HIS WAGES? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. WOULD A FLY WITHOUT WINGS BE CALLED A WALK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15 WHY DO THEY LOCK GAS STATION BATHROOMS? ARE THEY AFRAID SOMEONE WILL CLEAN THEM? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. IF A TURTLE DOESN'T HAVE A SHELL, IS HE HOMELESS OR NAKED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. CAN VEGETARIANS EAT ANIMAL CRACKERS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. IF THE POLICE ARREST A MIME, DO THEY TELL HIM HE HAS THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. WHY DO THEY PUT BRAILLE ON THE DRIVE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THRO&lt;/span&gt; UGH BANK MACHINES? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. HOW DO THEY GET DEER TO CROSS THE ROAD ONLY AT THOSE YELLOW ROAD SIGNS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE BEST THING BEFORE SLICED BREAD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT EGOTISTS: THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. DOES THE LITTLE MERMAID WEAR AN ALGEBRA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A CIVIL WAR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. IF ONE SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMER DROWNS, DO THE REST DROWN TOO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. IF YOU ATE BOTH PASTA AND ANTIPASTO, WOULD YOU STILL BE HUNGRY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. IF YOU TRY TO FAIL, AND SUCCEED, WHICH HAVE YOU DONE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. WHOSE CRUEL IDEA WAS IT FOR THE WORD 'LISP' TO HAVE AN 'S' IN IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. WHY ARE HEMORRHOIDS CALLED 'HEMORRHOIDS' INSTEAD OF '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ASSTEROIDS&lt;/span&gt;'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. WHY IS IT CALLED TOURIST SEASON IF WE CAN'T SHOOT AT THEM? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. WHY IS THERE AN EXPIRATION DATE ON SOUR CREAM? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. IF YOU SPIN AN ORIENTAL MAN IN A CIRCLE THREE TIMES DOES HE BECOME DISORIENTED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. CAN AN ATHEIST GET INSURANCE AGAINST ACTS OF GOD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. Why do they call freight on a ship 'cargo', and freight on a motor vehicle a 'shipment'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-2142800743356464937?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/2142800743356464937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=2142800743356464937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2142800743356464937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2142800743356464937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/philosophy-of-ambiguity.html' title='PHILOSOPHY OF AMBIGUITY'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-4217459223018980578</id><published>2008-04-23T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:39:02.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Procrastination, Procrastina ~ a ~tion is making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me cra~a~a~zy!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Sang to the tune of a song that I just can't think of right now....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;Look up &lt;a class="extiw" title="wiktionary:Special:Search/procrastination" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Special:Search/procrastination"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/a&gt; in&lt;a title="Wiktionary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiktionary"&gt;Wiktionary&lt;/a&gt;, the free dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is a type of behavior which is characterized by deferment of actions or tasks to a later time. Psychologists often cite procrastination as a mechanism for coping with the &lt;a title="Anxiety" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety"&gt;anxiety&lt;/a&gt; associated with starting or completing any task or decision. &lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procrastination#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an individual procrastination may result in &lt;a title="Stress (medicine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stress_%28medicine%29"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt;, a sense of &lt;a title="Guilt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt"&gt;guilt&lt;/a&gt;, the loss of personal &lt;a title="Productivity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Productivity"&gt;productivity&lt;/a&gt;, the creation of &lt;a title="Crisis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crisis"&gt;crisis&lt;/a&gt; and the disapproval of others for not fulfilling one's responsibilities or commitments. Incidentally these combined feelings can lead to further procrastination. While it is normal for people to procrastinate to some degree, it becomes a problem when it impedes normal functioning. Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mental illness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_illness"&gt;psychological&lt;/a&gt; or physiological disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got it bad. So very, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back to what I was supposed to be getting to before I started this thing that I really didn't finish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-4217459223018980578?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4217459223018980578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=4217459223018980578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4217459223018980578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4217459223018980578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-3145701604469224118</id><published>2008-04-22T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:54:36.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the 7 minutes....</title><content type='html'>This is so great. So worth the time. I love it! I know you will, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHkOFlbvStw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHkOFlbvStw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also funny. Take the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hu9NyGh6PiE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hu9NyGh6PiE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it count that I did three blogs in one night?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-3145701604469224118?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3145701604469224118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=3145701604469224118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3145701604469224118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/3145701604469224118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/worth-7-minutes.html' title='Worth the 7 minutes....'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-2541288012350640550</id><published>2008-04-22T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:29:53.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Be More Proud...</title><content type='html'>I was ashamed of myself last night for going off on my kids for bickering with each other constantly and I was not a nice mommy before tucking them into bed last night. But, I must say that tonight I could not be prouder of them...and of me. I am getting a little teary-eyed as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing monumental to report. Just had a great day with my great kids. I kept it all together and got it all together and we just did good. Everyone went to bed tonight happy and content. What a wonderful feeling! I know they will have sweet dreams tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest had his Spring Concert tonight. He got home from school to find me and the younger two playing on the trampoline. He helped himself to a snack and went down to play Wii in peace. Grandma came over around 5 as I was on the verge of losing it trying to get myself and the three of them looking decent for the night's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out the door by 5:30 looking swell. Had a lovely little dinner at the local pizza place. The kids ate so well and were just great! Got to the school with plenty of time to get a good seat and get the First Grader to his post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ones stayed with Grandma while I walked him to his classroom and readied him for the big night. He said he wishes he was at home...I said we will be there when this is done and he will do great...HAVE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked in so handsomely. Presented himself on stage with a smile. He knew all the words and all the actions and performed them all with enthusiasm. He did his spoken lines wonderfully! Got back to his spot and finished out the night with a bang! The moment he spotted us in the crowd, I worried it would all be over and he would fill up with nerves again...but, a broad smile went across his face and I knew he would be fine as I gave him the "thumbs up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he was doing great and he was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all over and we went to retrieve him from his room. He said, "I am proud of myself!" I told him he should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself, too! He is a great accomplishment of mine! I love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We videotaped it all for my partner in crime who could not be here tonight to witness such smooth sailing, as he is working hard in a faraway land to keep our lives rolling along at a nice pace. We could not be prouder of him as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-2541288012350640550?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/2541288012350640550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=2541288012350640550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2541288012350640550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/2541288012350640550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/couldnt-be-more-proud.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Be More Proud...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5242089741400121340</id><published>2008-04-22T21:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:11:30.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fives....</title><content type='html'>Here, Patti. This one is for you. Thanks for the kick in the seat. By May 1, I will be finished with my other job and, therefore, set aside some more time for bloggin. I hope I can get half as good as you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 5 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing my 3 month old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with my 2 1/2 year old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparing to move to the new house (the one that is now for sale that I will miss as dearly as the one that I left to move to this one....)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to drop the baby weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honestly, loving life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 Things on my To-do list today (tomorrow):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get kid ready for the bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take kids to pre-school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my bagel and DP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WORKOUT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean this HOUSE! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flamin' Hot Cheetos (So glad you enjoy them, Pyi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet Pepsi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pickle Wraps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popcorn with Dorito Crumbs on it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 things I would do if I were a Billionairre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save Darfur for goodness sakes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start and run my beloved "Play it Forward" (actually, I have intentions of doing this without being a billionairre)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay for my kids' college education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off all our debts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live the good life and pass it on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complaining &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking on cell phone while driving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating junk food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying up late and not getting enough sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greenfield&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ames&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;West Des Moines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Des Moines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babysitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lifeguard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Factory Worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video Store/Tanning Clerk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fundraiser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MOST IMPORTANT~MOMMY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you happy now, PYi? I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5242089741400121340?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5242089741400121340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5242089741400121340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5242089741400121340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5242089741400121340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/04/fives.html' title='Fives....'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-6746137543691620777</id><published>2008-03-04T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:57:44.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good 'Ole Boys...</title><content type='html'>This latest song by Brad Paisley, "I'm Still a Guy," just cracks me up. I just heard it today and had to find the lyrics to share with you all who refuse to listen to Country Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my husband, and most guys, in a nutshell. My favorite line is about the BACKRUBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men really are all the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Still a Guy, by Brad Paisley et al.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a deer you see Bambi&lt;br /&gt;And I see antlers up on the wall&lt;br /&gt;When you see a lake you think picnics&lt;br /&gt;And I see a large mouth up under that log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking that you're going to change me&lt;br /&gt;In some ways well maybe you might&lt;br /&gt;Scrub me down, dress me up oh but no matter what&lt;br /&gt;remember I'm still a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a priceless French painting&lt;br /&gt;I see a drunk, naked girl&lt;br /&gt;You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to give it a whirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of&lt;br /&gt;And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall&lt;br /&gt;But remember, I'm still a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pour out my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand in the car&lt;br /&gt;Write a love song that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you now talking to your friends&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "Yeah girls he's come a long way"&lt;br /&gt;From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club&lt;br /&gt;And building a fire in a cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you say a backrub means only a backrub&lt;br /&gt;Then you swat my hand when I try&lt;br /&gt;Well, now what can I say at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I'm still a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pour out my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand in the car&lt;br /&gt;Write a love song that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days there's dudes getting facials&lt;br /&gt;Manicured, waxed and botoxed&lt;br /&gt;With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands&lt;br /&gt;You can't grip a tacklebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah with all of these men lining up to get neutered&lt;br /&gt;It's hip now to be feminized&lt;br /&gt;I don't highlight my hair&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah honey, I'm still a guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked&lt;br /&gt;There's a gun in my truck&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank God, I'm still a guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-6746137543691620777?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6746137543691620777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=6746137543691620777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6746137543691620777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6746137543691620777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-ole-boys.html' title='Good &apos;Ole Boys...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-4811204667784839871</id><published>2008-03-04T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:47:48.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Dream...My How It Has Changed</title><content type='html'>I just received this from my brother-in-law and I thought ~ no time better than the present to update my blog...finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Different Versions... Two Different Morals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and playsthe summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MODERN VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.&lt;br /&gt;CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.'&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, 'We shall overcome.' Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Pelosi &amp;amp; John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity &amp;amp; Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill Clinton appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.&lt;br /&gt;The ant loses the case. The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens to bethe ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;The ant has disappeared in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote in 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-4811204667784839871?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4811204667784839871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=4811204667784839871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4811204667784839871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4811204667784839871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-dreammy-how-it-has-changed.html' title='The American Dream...My How It Has Changed'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-6524926109201822028</id><published>2007-12-16T12:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:36:11.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 4 OH!</title><content type='html'>Hey, so I just turned 40!&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as FABULOUS as these "gals", but, maybe that is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think of any more clever things to say, so I will just reiterate what I have written before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to thank you all today,&lt;br /&gt;for the wonderful 40th Birthday Partay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you all turning out on a cold, cold night,&lt;br /&gt;Did you see my crows feet? Oh, what a fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun is all I can say,&lt;br /&gt;And I do not have the least of a headache today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tried to hurt me with one too many shots,&lt;br /&gt;But I am telling you people, it affects me not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VsG-asVoI/AAAAAAAAABc/_fxq48VV_Wc/s1600-h/Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637016430630530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VsG-asVoI/AAAAAAAAABc/_fxq48VV_Wc/s200/Before.JPG" 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;I thought I’d share pictures with Angie and Sue…&lt;br /&gt;Two cute 39 year olds I’ve known from my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I looked just as cute as they did,&lt;br /&gt;But by the end of the night I was tired and faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VrYeasVnI/AAAAAAAAABU/TNA-X5YrBdk/s1600-h/MeandGals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144636217566713458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VrYeasVnI/AAAAAAAAABU/TNA-X5YrBdk/s200/MeandGals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VrYeasVnI/AAAAAAAAABU/TNA-X5YrBdk/s1600-h/MeandGals.JPG"&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictured l. to r. Susan, Me, Angie ~FABULOUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two youngsters just got more FABULOUS and such!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to get my butt down to the MAC counter, Beyotch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-6524926109201822028?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6524926109201822028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=6524926109201822028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6524926109201822028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6524926109201822028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-4-oh.html' title='The BIG 4 OH!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/R2VsG-asVoI/AAAAAAAAABc/_fxq48VV_Wc/s72-c/Before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7272868036972960659</id><published>2007-12-13T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:38:37.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Inclusive, Baby!</title><content type='html'>I really have not a thing to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just love writing that down! All-Inclusive, Baby! That rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to celebrate KGees birthday on Feb. 15 at the Steakhouse and make an absolute HOG of myself and then, one week later, shimmy this butt into a swimsuit and get on a plane to the Bahamas, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I am considering wearing my suit on the plane. Gals? Are you with me? We could just put them on in the privacy of our own homes early in the morning when it is too dark to see anything and then, by the time the sun is a shining on the plane, most of the group will be too drunk to notice the sags and bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we touchdown in the Bahamas and are rettay to get on da beach! There won't be the awkward moment of us all checking in and being in our regular clothes and then saying, "Meet you on the beach in half hour...I say half hour 'cuz I know that 'the Gross one' will be having a quicky with the 'hairy-in-one-spot guy'!" Also, I know (from the Vegas experience) that my husband will be wanting to do that, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. Let's see....yes, there won't be the awkward moment of being fully clothed and then, all of a sudden, not. And then everyone would have to assess your assess and how they look in the harsh bright sunlight. Everyone would have already been exposed to it on the plane and the judgement would already be long gone. The fun could begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-Inclusive, BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7272868036972960659?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7272868036972960659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7272868036972960659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7272868036972960659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7272868036972960659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-inclusive-baby.html' title='All Inclusive, Baby!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-88606722602008774</id><published>2007-12-10T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:22:53.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Thank you, PYi, for giving me a little assignment to complete and that will take up some space on this so-called blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;/span&gt;I am a gift bag gal for the most part, but many of the presents under the tree are wrapped...for effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Real tree or artificial?&lt;/span&gt; We had both real and artificial growing up. Though I prefer Real and someday I will have one. We have an artificial tree and it is a hand-me-down (the second one) from my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt; My husband ALWAYS puts it up the Friday after Thanksgiving. That is not always when I get it decorated, but he has it up, without fail, the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;/span&gt; Usually New Year's Day. But, if we still have a family Christmas party to host, it will stay up until the weekend after New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt; I can honestly say I've never had eggnog. Just the thought of egg in the name makes me a little queazy. (Patti, I did not have to come up with an original answer here as you took the words right out of my mouth.) I am not sure I have even tried it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/span&gt; I would have to say it was probably my Drowsy doll. I loved that doll so much! Even after I put her through the dryer and her hair got all matted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I do. I have several, in fact. Jesus is the reason for the season after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; I always have a hard time figuring out what to get for both Family's grab bags. Now, though, we are resigned to buying something that we really want and would use and that way we can just take it back if the person that receives it does not like it. (Nice, Christmas Spirit, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; My oldest son is pretty easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I always get the crap gift in group exchanges. I always leave wishing I got the gift I gave....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;/span&gt; I used to never get cards out. Now, I have been quite good at sending them out via Snail Mail ~ the only way really to send Christmas Cards! Though, mine is usually, just a photo with a quick sentiment and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?&lt;/span&gt; I really like Rudolph and Frosty ~ though I guess those are more like TV specials. I guess the movie that I like best is Miracle on 34th Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; I typically get out on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I am not an early bird, but typically get some pretty good late afternoon specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/span&gt; I am pretty sure that I have never re-gifted, but I am absolutely 100% positive I have received recycled gifts. As a matter of fact, I got back a gift I had given once! True story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; I love fudge! I don't seem to get it much these days. My grandmother used to always make it. Maybe I will attempt to make it this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?&lt;/span&gt; I like colored, but ours has White. I really don't prefer one over the other. But, white, is my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt; I love Silent Night, Oh Holy Night, and, Patti, I love The Little Drummer Boy. Maybe you need to hear Josh Gobin sing it on Noel. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Stay at Home or Travel?&lt;/span&gt; We are, most recently, always at our own home on Christmas Morning. We go to my parents' house the weekend before or after (whichever is closer). That is a tradition my mother started as she was always annoyed that she had to pack up her children and run all over the place to Grandparents' homes on Christmas Day...she is a Saint! We have my in-laws over on Christmas Day night to celebrate and then usually have about 3 other "Christmas" parties throughout the next week or two. It gets a little annoying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers?&lt;/span&gt; I am a mother....so, of course not! I can barely keep my own kids' names straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/span&gt; A White Bow...though I am rooting for a star one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning?&lt;/span&gt; We wait 'til Santa has a chance to get here and then open the ones under the tree on Christmas Morning with Santa's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? &lt;/span&gt;HOLIDAY Parties. It is Christmas time, folks. I am celebrating Christmas. I've said it before...Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. What I love most about Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; I just love the whole reason for it all. I know that I often get as caught up in the commercialization of the whole thing as the next person, but I do really think it is the best time of the year. I am often caught up in emotion for one reason or another. My kids can always see it coming and always catch me before it happens. "Don't cry, Mommy!" But, I always do! It's usually while reading different stories of Christmas or praying for those less fortunate or preaching to my children about how fortunate they are...I always lose it! But, that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all and to all a good night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-88606722602008774?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/88606722602008774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=88606722602008774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/88606722602008774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/88606722602008774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-6580701874809404898</id><published>2007-11-20T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:46:48.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wannabe the Doughboy!</title><content type='html'>Again, I wish I could take credit for this little story, but I can't. All I can take credit for is finding it and passing it along to all of you. It does reflect my sentiments, however, so that is something. I "borrowed" it from: &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulheart.com/thanksgiving/overflowing.htm"&gt;http://www.joyfulheart.com/thanksgiving/overflowing.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Normal complaining comes all too easily to my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I read Colossians 2:6-7 it hits home. The phrase, "overflowing with thankfulness," begins to repeat itself over and over in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Overflowing" -- "abounding," some translations say -- brings the mental picture of the Thanksgiving cornucopia spilling out an abundant harvest blessing. Jesus said, "Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks." What is in my heart? Complaining? Selfishness? Pride? -- or Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is the mark of a Christian, because thanksgiving points out and up while my complaining points only back to me and feeds my pride and dissatisfaction. Thanksgiving towards God and man fits the Great Commandment like a glove, to love God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength, and to love my neighbor as myself. What better vehicle than thankfulness to express love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pillsbury Doughboy® has that endearing quality that when you poke him he doesn't flare up but automatically responds with a friendly, perky, "Oh!" I want to be like him. Not so plump, mind you, but that full of friendliness. When someone pokes me I want my first instinct to be thankfulness rather than anger. I want people to find thankfulness oozing out of me. I want thanksgiving to mark my conversation and manner. I want to abound with it, be full of it. I want to overflow with thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:6-7 reads: "So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness" (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me again...I know it is a little preachy, but I am feeling preachy these days and it all makes a lot of sense. I have a lot to be thankful for and I waste alot of time complaining when I should be thanking God for all the blessings in my life. I am going to try to be a better person. To be more like the "Swiss Miss" and not be so confrontational. I am going to be a happier mommy and give my kids more joy and less worries. They are good kids ~ great kids ~ and I am going to make sure they know that and enjoy it! My husband works hard and carries a lot on his shoulders ~ he is a great husband and father and does not need to hear me complaining about useless things. He is going to hear more thankfulness and cheerfulness from me nowadays! He deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-6580701874809404898?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6580701874809404898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=6580701874809404898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6580701874809404898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6580701874809404898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wannabe-doughboy.html' title='I Wannabe the Doughboy!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5652432865264399611</id><published>2007-11-12T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:26:57.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be very careful when you forward something to me. I may take it too seriously and you may get caught in the tangled web that I weave. Truth be told, I was just bored and thought that I would be "snarky" and respond and then things got a little funny.... It all started with the forward "flavor of the month" about The Golden Compass. I had gotten that email forwarded about 10-15 times and this time, some gal (that I do not know) responded and then it spiraled from there. Read and enjoy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, nothing has been edited with the exception of real person's email addresses and last names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sent: Monday, November 05, 2007 7:29 PM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: Fwd: FW:  The Golden Compass     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have not heard about this movie... There will be a new children's movie out in December called "The Golden Compass" starring Nicole Kidman. The movie has been described as "atheism for kids" and is based on the first book of a trilogy entitled "His Dark Materials" that was written by Phillip Pullman. Pullman is a militant atheist and secular humanist who despises C. S. Lewis and the "Chronicles  of Narnia". His motivation for writing this trilogy was specifically to counteract Lewis' symbolisms of Christ that are portrayed in the Narnia series.  Clearly, Pullman's main objective is to bash Christianity and promote atheism. Pullman left little doubt about his intentions when he said in a 2003 interview that "my books are about killing God." He has even stated that he wants to "kill God in the minds of children". It has been said of Pullman that he is "the writer the atheists would be praying for, if atheists prayed." While "The Golden Compass" movie itself may seem mild and innocent, the books are a much different story.  In the trilogy, a young streetwise girl becomes enmeshed in an epic  struggle to ultimately defeat the oppressive forces of a senile God. Another character, an ex-nun, describes Christianity as "a very powerful and convincing mistake." In the final book, characters representing Adam and Eve eventually kill God, who at times is called YAHWEH. Each book in the trilogy gets progressively worse regarding Pullman's hatred of Jesus Christ. "The Golden Compass" is set to premier on December 7, during the Christmas season, and will probably be heavily advertised. Promoters hope that unsuspecting parents will take their children to see the movie, that they will enjoy the movie, and that the children will want the books for Christmas. Please consider a boycott of the movie and the books. Also, pass this information along to everyone you know. This will help to educate parents, so that they will know the agenda of the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To: Margaret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Subject: FW: The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 08:08:48 -0600 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From: Jenni&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2007 7:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;RE: The Golden Compass   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's director has taken out all references to atheism, so please, take your kids to see the movie. . . they would enjoy it. It's fantasy people. Censorship sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From: Margaret&lt;br /&gt;To: Jenni, Shelley&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FW: The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 14:57:05 -0600 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Censorship does not suck as much as the liberals suck the life and fun and  celebration out of many of our Christian holidays. I don't need to watch yet  another preachy preachy, holier than thou (pardon the religious references)  hollywood movie that (underhandedly or right on the surface, whichever way  they decide will make them the most money) slams my beliefs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing personal against Jenni as I do not know her. And, sorry if this offends your friend, Shelley, but I had to get on my soapbox for this one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From: Jenni&lt;br /&gt;To: Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Subject: RE: The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 23:47:32 +0000  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the philosopher Sun Tzu said, "know your enemy." Keep the lines of communication open with your children; when you forbid them to read a book or see a movie based on your organized religion's beliefs, you cannot expect them to be honest and open with you, or come to you to ask for guidance. This is when a child rebels and the consequences could be devastating. You don't offend me because we have differing opinions, nor do I dislike you-I don't even know you. That's what makes America beautiful, we can follow any religion we want, we can say whatever we want as long as we don't cause direct harm. Yes, some groups have taken things too far. That's why we need to decide for ourselves what is right and what is wrong and try  to live our lives the best we can, as individuals. People blindly following what a forwarded email sent by someone they don't know, that's ignorance and that offends me. Decide for yourself, that's all I'm saying. By the way, all this controversy will probably help the movie make millions of dollars more than it would have, had groups not decided to protest it! Funny how that works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a good night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From: Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To: Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Subject: RE: The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 12:16:38 -0600 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As a parent, I will most certainly censor what my children watch and read and search on the internet. I am their mother and their protector of what I feel is right and wrong (that is what a good parent does). When they are adults, they can decide those things for themselves. With my guidance and love, they will, like I did, not rebel, but embrace my belief system and pass it along to their children. Have a Mery Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From: Jenni&lt;br /&gt;To: Margaret&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 00:15:03 +0000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Catholic, I too hope you have a Merry Christmas! And, I too am a good parent. I wasn't trying to be snarky, or insult you, just communicating. Now I'm done and sincerely wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so it ends...finally. Though, you do not know how desperately I wanted to be the one with the last word. But, I decided to let her have it, instead. I guess that is just the type of person I am...a giver!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5652432865264399611?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5652432865264399611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5652432865264399611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5652432865264399611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5652432865264399611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/11/snarky.html' title='Snarky'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1206341542928892361</id><published>2007-11-05T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:03:57.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in the USA: Spoiled brats</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is really what I started this blog for in the first place ~ to spout off ~ but then I decided to just use it to ponder and, hopefully, entertain. But, I could not overlook sharing this one with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written a year ago, but very timely with Thanksgiving just around the corner and all that we are being bombarded with as the approach of the election year looms upon us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America...no matter how screwed up the people that live here tend to be. At least we are living free. In my opinion, a little too "free" at times...or at least some of the freedoms (like that of free speech) are taken way for granted and almost to an extreme. It often sickens me! But, I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;From Craig R. Smith, Worldnet Daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Made in the USA: Spoiled brats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted: November 20, 20061:00 a.m. Eastern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some poll data I found rather hard to believe. It must be true given the source, right? The same magazine that employs Michael (Qurans in the toilets at Gitmo) Isikoff. Here I promised myself this week I would be nice and I start off in this way. Oh what a mean man I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the president. In essence 2/3s of the citizenry just ain't happy and want a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the knuckle dragger I am, I starting thinking, ''What we are so unhappy about?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter? Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job? Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state? Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter? I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough. Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all involved. Whether you are rich or poor they treat your wounds and even, if necessary, send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home, you may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of having a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames thus saving you, your family and your belongings. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes; an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss. This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90 percent of teenagers own cell phones and computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world? Maybe that is what has 67 percent of you folks unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S. yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession? Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled brats safe from terrorist attacks? The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases have died for your freedom. There is currently no draft in this country. They didn't have to go. They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an ''other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable'' discharge after a few days in the brig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why then the flat out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans? Say what you want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They offer what sells. Just ask why they are going to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write a book and do a TV special about how he didn't kill his wife but if he did � insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop buying the negative venom you are fed everyday by the media. Shut off the TV, burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then start being grateful for all we have as a country. There is exponentially more good than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close with one of my favorite quotes from B.C. Forbes in 1953:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;''What have Americans to be thankful for? More than any other people on the&lt;br /&gt;earth, we enjoy complete religious freedom, political freedom, social freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Our liberties are sacredly safeguarded by the Constitution of the United States,&lt;br /&gt;'the most wonderful work ever struck off at a given time by the brain and&lt;br /&gt;purpose of man.' Yes, we Americans of today have been bequeathed a noble&lt;br /&gt;heritage. Let us pray that we may hand it down unsullied to our children and&lt;br /&gt;theirs.''&lt;/blockquote&gt;I suggest this Thanksgiving we sit back and count our blessings for all we have. If we don't, what we have will be taken away. Then we will have to explain to future generations why we squandered such blessing and abundance. If we are not careful this generation will be known as the ''greediest and most ungrateful generation.'' A far cry from the proud Americans of the ''greatest generation'' who left us an untarnished legacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1206341542928892361?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1206341542928892361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1206341542928892361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1206341542928892361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1206341542928892361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-in-usa-spoiled-brats.html' title='Made in the USA: Spoiled brats'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-6235452173731066152</id><published>2007-11-05T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:35:30.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO More Excuses!</title><content type='html'>Okay, gal scouts, here it is. I can not believe it has been over two weeks since I last blogged! My how time flies when you are inching closer to 40! I have been so much better with getting my excercise in, but so much worse with what I have been eating. Though last week, I only got 3 sessions in; this week, I will work towards five, but I make no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from signing my life away to Aspen Athletic Clubs beginning December 1. Where I will have no excuses. I can go, drop the kids off in the play area, work out, sauna, shower and then pick up the kiddies for an afternoon of running errands without the guilt of thinking I wish I would have excercised today or when am I going to excercise... I have no excuses now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are looking forward to being able to play like wild animals and my hope is that they will come home exhausted. I am actually excited about this! Though it is not going to help me get to where I need to be by the big 4 OH! Hopefully, it will get me not so entirely embarrased about being in a swimsuit in February in the Bahamas Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to HIT IT! And, hopefully, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, nothing to laugh at here today. I am dead serious! I have got to get this buddha body into "keeping up with the kids shape". I am so exhausted half the time and I need to get re-energized! I am going to be 50 soon (well, not for ten years, but time does fly)and my kids are going to be 12, 14 and 16. I will need major energy to handle that time of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord, hear me now and be there then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-6235452173731066152?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6235452173731066152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=6235452173731066152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6235452173731066152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/6235452173731066152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-excuses.html' title='NO More Excuses!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7076674414170278788</id><published>2007-10-15T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:39:25.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dog...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I did it (almost). I did excercise 4 times last week, but did not get 40 minutes in each time. I am down 30 minutes...guess I will have to try to squeeze that in sometime this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not fun, but it is done. That is my motto for excercising. I simply do not like doing it! But I am always happy when I have done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are not very good, because, with my increase in activity, I also increased my food intake. I don't know what is wrong with me. And it is not like it is the  healthy food I am eating...it is pure junk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this week I will get it right and find that perfect balance between excercise and eating right. I know that most everything that goes in my mouth is unhealthy for me, yet I can't seem to get the healthy stuff past my taste buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress...this goal of 40 by 40 is about getting the excercise time in. I will focus on that and then move on to the healthy eating. Maybe by the time I am Fifty, I will have gotten that one right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect this old dog to learn new tricks overnight, can you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7076674414170278788?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7076674414170278788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7076674414170278788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7076674414170278788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7076674414170278788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-dog.html' title='Old Dog...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-4423492693970827367</id><published>2007-10-09T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:47:39.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blob Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, One day down too many more to go. I did it. Got on the treadmill and worked it for a full forty minutes. It was killer. I am so out of shape...it is not even funny. But, I did it and that counts for something. I must keep doing it, though, to really make it count for something. I will do it this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I must, I must, I must decrease my guts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, I am a loser and have absolutely nothing else to write. Gotta get my sweaty butt in the shower and go get the kiddies. When am I going to get the house clean, the groceries purchased and the laundry done? Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the forty years go? Crazy! Just crazy! Seems like only yesterday we were slacking off in the halls of GHS and, now, here I am a nearly forty year-old wife and mother with my own kids off to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-4423492693970827367?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4423492693970827367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=4423492693970827367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4423492693970827367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4423492693970827367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/10/blob-blog.html' title='Blob Blog'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-844616058017759050</id><published>2007-10-08T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:25:19.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FlabbyLess by 40!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, I am so sick of the whining and the unkept promises that I am just so.....well, sick of it! I have 1 day less than 10 weeks until I turn 40! I want to be at my all time best by the time I hit that milestone and I have been saying that for years and here it is down to the wire and I have done little to get there. So, I am hereby committing to the Southside Slogan -- 40 by 40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mine is to say that I will excercise 40 times for 40 minutes by the time I get to 40...that is 4 times a week for 40 minutes for the 10 weeks I have 'til I get there! And, hopefully, by doing so, I will have reached my ultimate goal of being Forty and Fabulous (or, at the very least, more fabulous than I am currently). And, also, I hope to be flabby less by then as well and 7.5 pounds lighter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here it is -- out in cyberspace for anyone to see. I am committed this time. I am going to do it and will be trying to check in at least 4 times/week ~ after each 40 minute exercise session. If I do not reach my goals daily and/or weekly, I am counting on any of you who care at all to chastise me and make me feel so bad that I get back off my butt and back on the horse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am going for it. Kim Cattrell, I will not be, but, hopefully, a better, happier and healthier me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-844616058017759050?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/844616058017759050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=844616058017759050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/844616058017759050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/844616058017759050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/10/flabbyless-by-40.html' title='FlabbyLess by 40!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5011723832423667515</id><published>2007-09-25T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:41:23.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T R R ~F C C Makes me the best person I can be!</title><content type='html'>My son and his classmates, friends and neighbors keep singing this little tune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T R R&lt;br /&gt;F C C&lt;br /&gt;Makes me the best person I can be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I am against the 6 Pillars of Character, but it is the fact that we needed to come up with something to replace prayer in school and the character that was built by children believing in something greater than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things are fine and good and I am constantly "preaching" them to my children. I have fallen a victim to the catchy little tune myself. But I also add my own "prayers" and thoughts and emotions, so that it is not all provided to him at school ~ a place that he really doesn't care so much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bible, 1 John 3:18&lt;br /&gt;Let us love, not in word or speech, but in truth and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trustworthiness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest • Don’t deceive, cheat or steal • Be reliable — do what you say you’ll do • Have the courage to do the right thing • Build a good reputation • Be loyal — stand by your family, friends and country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat others with respect; follow the Golden Rule • Be tolerant of differences • Use good manners, not bad language • Be considerate of the feelings of others • Don’t threaten, hit or hurt anyone • Deal peacefully with anger, insults and disagreements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you are supposed to do • Persevere: keep on trying! • Always do your best • Use self-control • Be self-disciplined • Think before you act — consider the consequences • Be accountable for your choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play by the rules • Take turns and share • Be open-minded; listen to others • Don’t take advantage of others • Don’t blame others carelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caring:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind • Be compassionate and show you care • Express gratitude • Forgive others • Help people in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citizenship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your share to make your school and community better • Cooperate • Get involved in community affairs • Stay informed; vote • Be a good neighbor • Obey laws and rules • Respect authority • Protect the environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can't talk about our faith in school anymore (unless, of course, it is the Muslim faith ~ sorry, Lord, I had to sneak in a slam somewhere ~ I am not perfect), then we will have to use the Pillars of Character...things could be worse, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5011723832423667515?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5011723832423667515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5011723832423667515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5011723832423667515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5011723832423667515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/t-r-r-f-c-c-makes-me-best-person-i-can.html' title='T R R ~F C C Makes me the best person I can be!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7731699273261932820</id><published>2007-09-24T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:36:12.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Middle Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rvfyw7A4z1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTgCidcfyjk/s1600-h/Misc+Camer-167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113822824191545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rvfyw7A4z1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTgCidcfyjk/s200/Misc+Camer-167.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man in the Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Middle child in you I see that single star reaching for the dream that eludes your touch, and slips through iridescent fingers while you fly through the universe searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle child the cosmos springs you free and you tug the strings of life and jump rainbows in your sleep, while visions of splendor play Hopscotch in your mind, and on your lonely heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonstruck dreamer who dreams the dream of life,who beckons the gods’ of the universe to come play among the stars, while dancing around the star lit fire to tell the Tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ancient Tale of the Invisible Child. Middle child in you I see a dreamer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Written By "Mary" from some Internet Poetry website.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just picked up S from school. The teacher said, "He is so opposite of J~ It is so funny!" I think that is a compliment to S, not that J is bad, he is just different and much more spirited, which makes for longer conferences with the teachers. Though, as I have thought about this...S deserves to have just as much time devoted to his sweetness and good listening skills as J gets for his sense of humor and talkativeness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have noticed that as the Jan Brady of my bunch, S is often overlooked because he is so mellow and well-behaved. J is the first and is involved in all the activities first and gets all of our extra time and energy. And SM is our last ~ our baby ~ and, therefore needs way too much of our attention. S is "mellow" because he is forced to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I promise not to make him a "stereotype" and will do all that I can to be sure that he gets the attention he deserves. One thing is certain. He definitely gets the attention from the "ladies".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All the teachers love him. All the neighbor girls love him. All of the girls at school love him. We went to a church other than our regular church once this summer and sat behind Mary, an older woman, from Sam's drop-in daycare...she spent the better part of the church service backwards in her pew with her chin cupped in her hands staring at him in dreamland. Her father told her to turn around and she said, "But Daddy I just can't control myself...look at him! He is soooo cute." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My "middle child" is so sweet and shy. He is such a doll...was the cutest baby of them all. Still the girls can't get enough. They just can't control themselves and I can see why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113886454132035426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RvgsorA4z2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/quhOoVs4oW0/s320/P1012276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First Day of Pre-School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7731699273261932820?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7731699273261932820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7731699273261932820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7731699273261932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7731699273261932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-middle-man.html' title='My Middle Man'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rvfyw7A4z1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTgCidcfyjk/s72-c/Misc+Camer-167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-8476394325524305764</id><published>2007-09-20T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:12:49.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me If You Can...</title><content type='html'>For lack of time to really write down what I would like to (kids are screaming in the shower and have to be dried, lotioned, dressed, brushed, read to and bedded down....) I am just going to put down the words of Toby Keith's latest song...says so much with so few words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes I think that war is necessary. Every night I pray for peace on Earth. I hand out my dollars to the homeless. But believe that every able soul should work. My father gave me my shotgun that I'll hand down to my son, try to teach him everything it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like where I'm going, but you sure know where I stand. Hate me if you want to, love me if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by my right to speak freely. But I worry 'bout what kids learn from TV. And before all of this debatin' turns to angry words and hate, sometimes we should just agree to disagree. And I believe that Jesus looks down here and sees us, and if you ask him he would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like where I'm going, but you sure know where I stand. Hate me if you want to, love me if you can. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's all I got tonight folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and Sally Field would have been censored on ANY network for taking the Lord's name in vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarGEE OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-8476394325524305764?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/8476394325524305764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=8476394325524305764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/8476394325524305764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/8476394325524305764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-me-if-you-can.html' title='Love Me If You Can...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-4891799729067980173</id><published>2007-09-10T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:53:50.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle!</title><content type='html'>I get absolutely nothing accomplished on Mondays. Always, there are good intentions, but rarely, does anything really get accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a couple of loads of laundry done, but, really, does that count? It is just a constant in our lives and is never really anything to be accomplished, just something to get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is...out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it is not really out of the way, either. It is cleaned and, most of it, is folded, but there it sits. Quite RIGHT IN THE WAY. On our bed. So, the next logical move would be to get it out of the way by putting it away. (I should be doing that right now ~ but I am not.) So, later this evening, it will likely get moved to the handy dandy bench at the foot of our bed with some of the laundry that I completed last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crud! That bench is overflowing with last week's laundry and so is the rocking chair. Guess I will have to shove some of the crap over on my window "seat" to make room to put the neatly folded piles of clean laundry. Soon enough, they will no longer be folded neatly, as I will be rummaging through the piles to find what it is that I will be wearing the next day or two. And the rest of the pile will likely get knocked onto the floor when the kids rush to the window to see the bus pulling up with their big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will complain...but I know that I am the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will want a place to sit to re-fold things, but the damn laundry is still on my bench, and in my rocking chair, some on the floor and the bed is now overflowing with yet another full load of laundry freshly pulled from the dryer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Girl, just get off your butt and put that stinking laundry away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a vicious cycle...a vicious wash cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-4891799729067980173?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4891799729067980173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=4891799729067980173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4891799729067980173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/4891799729067980173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/vicious-cycle.html' title='Vicious Cycle!'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7802619502332288053</id><published>2007-09-06T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:58:02.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under God</title><content type='html'>Got this from a mass email, but it is worth putting out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked a little boy:&lt;br /&gt;Tommy do you see the tree outside?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Did you see God up there?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. Possibly he just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:&lt;br /&gt;Tommy, do you see the tree outside?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we were taught today in school, she possibly may not even have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT ~ II CORINTHIANS 5:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7802619502332288053?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7802619502332288053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7802619502332288053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7802619502332288053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7802619502332288053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-nation-under-god.html' title='One Nation Under God'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-7385205760130863008</id><published>2007-09-06T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:23:10.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder to Myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My oldest child is a wonderful person, he is funny, he is smart, he is sensitive and caring. He is spirited. He is a terrific individual with a mind of his own and a great imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First grade has started and, all of a sudden, he is disruptive (&lt;em&gt;getting up out of his chair without asking&lt;/em&gt;), innattentive (&lt;em&gt;dreaming or thinking of something else that is more interesting&lt;/em&gt;), blurting out (&lt;em&gt;excited about an answer he has come up with and wants to be the first to share that idea&lt;/em&gt;), pushing and shoving (&lt;em&gt;defending himself on the playground&lt;/em&gt;), running in the halls (&lt;em&gt;trying to catch up with the rest of his classmates&lt;/em&gt;).... SHEESH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOW DARE HE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What has happended to our kids' childhood? Our independent spirits? Our dreamers? Our silly hearts? It seems like children are classified as "good students" if they fall in line and follow the crowd and not be heard. They are considered "behaviorial problems" if they do not instantly become a &lt;em&gt;drone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a huge concern to me. I want my child to be successful in school and not find it to be a daily struggle. As notes have come home to me this year and as I have discussed them with my son, I listen as his heart breaks ~ I watch as his spirit cracks ~ I can feel his confidence crumble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He cries to me, "It is so hard, mommy. I am trying to be good. I am trying so hard!" And then he tells me how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he is and that he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishes he could be better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I tell him that I know he is trying and that I know he can do better...then I feel ashamed of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't stop crying about it. I can't stop worrying about it. As a mother, my heart is breaking; my spirit is cracking; my confidence is crumbling.... I feel the pressure (unspoken but insinuated in many ways) to medicate my child into a zombie, so that he can be seen in school, but not heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO MORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I understand the need for a teacher with a classroom of 20 first grade students to have some sort of order, some peace and some quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this is MY CHILD, my 6 year old child, and I want him to be himself. I don't want to drug him into being another version of himself. I want him to be his true self. The wonderful little boy that I gave birth to...that adorable little boy whose first words were &lt;em&gt;Mamma&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Dadda&lt;/em&gt; ~ the two people that love him and trust in him no matter what. The little guy that used to say, "What's that? A Cow?" The smart and honest boy who says things like, "I'm telling you the truth mommy. It's true that I have lied in the past, but I am telling you the truth now!" (&lt;em&gt;When we were on the way to a Dr. appointment and I was telling a Grandma that Jack was telling me that he was feeling better....&lt;/em&gt;) Or when I was asking him a bunch of questions trying to get an answer to a question I didn't want to ask, he stops me and says, "Uh, Mom, I know you are enjoying this little game of twenty questions, but I am really tired and just want to go to sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want my child to just be seen. I want him to be heard. He has such wonderful things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I told him that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has no need to be ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I will continue to tell him that. And I know that I will be a better mom for it with nothing to be ashamed of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love your child because he is your child. He is unlike any other and, for that, he should be loved for who he is, not for what he is expected to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Margaret Jaworski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-7385205760130863008?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7385205760130863008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=7385205760130863008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7385205760130863008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/7385205760130863008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/09/reminder-to-myself.html' title='A Reminder to Myself...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-5124527113116245663</id><published>2007-08-30T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:54:54.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk</title><content type='html'>...but, by all means, throw an absolute fit over a carton of eggs and juice spilled all over the floor. In fact, have a complete psycho meltdown on your poor 2 year-old daughter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while you are cleaning up the mess, realize that you really shouldn't "cry over spilled milk". It was no biggie and I am guilty (again) of overreacting! But, now I am over it and I don't think my daughter is any worse for the wear. I guess time will tell...like tonight when she is having nightmares about her mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarGee OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-5124527113116245663?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5124527113116245663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=5124527113116245663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5124527113116245663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/5124527113116245663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-cry-over-spilled-milk.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry Over Spilled Milk'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-753446968610518186</id><published>2007-08-29T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:55:30.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Each Day to the Fullest</title><content type='html'>I am in tears right now as I just visited my nieces' CaringBridge site which lead me to other sites of children with similar mitochondrial disorders and am ever so grateful for the health of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To witness some amazing families and the strength they have (much, much more than I).&lt;br /&gt;You should visit their sites and add them to your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/laurenandlindsey"&gt;www.caringbridge.org/visit/laurenandlindsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/sd/alec/"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/sd/alec/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/autumngail"&gt;www.caringbridge.org/visit/autumngail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GOD'S LENT CHILD&lt;br /&gt;I'll lend you for a little while, child of mine. God said.&lt;br /&gt;For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.&lt;br /&gt;It may be six or seven years, or forty-two or three,&lt;br /&gt;But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?&lt;br /&gt;He’ll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always have his memories as a solace in your grief.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,&lt;br /&gt;But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked this whole world over in my search for teachers true.&lt;br /&gt;And from the folk that crowd Life’s lane I have chosen you.&lt;br /&gt;Now will you give him all your love and not think the labour vain,&lt;br /&gt;Nor hate me when I come to take this lent child back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy that I heard them say “Dear God, thy will be done.&lt;br /&gt;For all the joys this child will bring the risk of grief we’ll run.&lt;br /&gt;We will shelter him with tenderness, we’ll love him while we may.&lt;br /&gt;And for all the happiness we’ve ever known, we’ll ever grateful stay.&lt;br /&gt;But should the angels call him much sooner than we’d planned.&lt;br /&gt;We will brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”&lt;br /&gt;~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to lower your flags to half-mast on Friday, August 31st in recognition of Sgt. 1st Class Scott Carney, 37, of Ankeny, who was killed Aug. 24 during a convoy operation. A soldier from Ohio also died in the accident. Carney was assigned to the National Guard's 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 34th Infantry Division in Boone. He will be laid to rest on Friday afternoon at St. Theresa's Catholic Church in Des Moines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-753446968610518186?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/753446968610518186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=753446968610518186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/753446968610518186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/753446968610518186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/08/live-each-day-to-fullest.html' title='Live Each Day to the Fullest'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-401158421322435480</id><published>2007-08-27T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:36:12.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mom's Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well I don't think that was as difficult as I had expected. Not a lot has happened since the "Grand Opening" of my blog. I need to get a more exciting life if I am going to keep this up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My oldest son finished his first couple of days of "all day" school and is currently on day nu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM0pZcq0JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3LicZGACiec/s1600-h/JantoJuly2007-093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103480688551317650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="112" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM0pZcq0JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3LicZGACiec/s200/JantoJuly2007-093.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mber three, which is day number one of his first full week - which is the "real" test. So far he has told me that it is "fun". Which I am happy about. Will see how today goes. He is such a little smarty pants. The other day, as I was trying to get some answers about how school &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; was by asking &lt;em&gt;sneaky &lt;/em&gt;questions, he told me, "Uh, Mommy, I know you like this little game of 20 questions, but I am really not in the mood right now." I was busted ~ and totally cracked up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My second child was off to the Oral Surgeon today to get his front tooth pulled. He was an&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM1PZcq0KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i7cpTw5capo/s1600-h/JantoJuly2007-113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103481341386346658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="102" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM1PZcq0KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i7cpTw5capo/s200/JantoJuly2007-113.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; absolute trooper. The Hygienist said, "He is the best patient I ever had." We were not surprised. He is such a mellow little fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Number three is our girl. Man is she a handful. Already see the differences b/w girls and boys with her and she is only 2! She loves shoes and loves drama! She is the DRAMA QUEEN! Oh, boy! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM3ZJcq0LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4_RWFkbziLc/s1600-h/JantoJuly2007-104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103483707913326770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM3ZJcq0LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4_RWFkbziLc/s200/JantoJuly2007-104.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I made some brownies today and the buzzer is calling me, so I am out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"The story of a mother's life: Trapped between a scream&lt;br /&gt;and a hug." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-- Author:- Cathy Guisewite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-401158421322435480?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/401158421322435480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=401158421322435480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/401158421322435480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/401158421322435480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/08/moms-life.html' title='A Mom&apos;s Life...'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/RtM0pZcq0JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3LicZGACiec/s72-c/JantoJuly2007-093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687339997666179721.post-1177261430132804900</id><published>2007-08-24T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:36:12.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Opening'/><title type='text'>Hi Everyone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rs8yp5cq0HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrA6X59gcBs/s1600-h/MarGee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102352598211154034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rs8yp5cq0HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrA6X59gcBs/s320/MarGee.bmp" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I am finally doing it. Starting my own blog. I have absolutely no idea what in the world I am doing.... I just decided today that, since I love to talk and email and always am interested in what I have to say, that maybe their are others that may be interested as well. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do know a few "Gal Scouts" that will tune in on a regular basis, if, for no other reason, to make fun of me! I can't wait to hear their reviews. The good 'ole Greenfield Girls! HI LADIES!!! I know you will all quickly follow in my footsteps. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would all enjoy the photo of me from AZ! My wrinkles are showing, but it was the best photo I could find on my computer! Melissa, you are on my right and Bun is on my left. I didn't think you would want to be associated, so I cut you out. Once you all agree, I can add your photos to my site! I am sure the world will want to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eventually be going off on a few things I am sure. (Like the psychos that think the United States imploded the World Trade Center on 911! What a bunch of freaks-- Rosie, Charlie Sheen, and so many others.) I could go on...but I am trying to keep this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for "tuning in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go put a Human Torch costume on Sammy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're entitled to your opinion. I frankly don't really care what you have&lt;br /&gt;to say. It has very little impact on my life.                            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Sean Hannity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/687339997666179721-1177261430132804900?l=margeesopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1177261430132804900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=687339997666179721&amp;postID=1177261430132804900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1177261430132804900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/687339997666179721/posts/default/1177261430132804900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margeesopinion.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi Everyone,'/><author><name>MarGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127603431360715124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/SA_wqYlRt3I/AAAAAAAAABo/y1SwB1_2rXA/S220/MarGee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgORlFTceJU/Rs8yp5cq0HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrA6X59gcBs/s72-c/MarGee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
