<?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-5899258</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:01:35.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations With A Woman 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'>I am constantly growing while I shrink!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-8055814661439816022</id><published>2008-06-28T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:35:30.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I've been gone for a bit...</title><summary type='text'>...however it's been for a REALLY good reason.  You'll notice that the date on my last entry was 6/7/08.  That was the day that I met (in person) a really amazing man.  We met the weekend before online and talked - A LOT - both online and on the phone.  In my humble opinion, we clicked instantly.  I tried to be cautious and to not get too excited about this man, but once I met him in person, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8055814661439816022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8055814661439816022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-ive-been-gone-for-bit.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ve been gone for a bit...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-6149128809754675512</id><published>2008-06-07T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:29:14.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so tired - but so don't want to go to bed</title><summary type='text'>I have been rather busy lately, and I'm having a love/hate relationship with that fact.  I am currently so tired, but I'm like a little kid that doesn't want to go to bed because she might miss something.  Life has been rather interesting lately and a good kind of interesting to boot!   Woo Hoo!  I think I'm going to give in and go to bed, but wanted to post something as someone has been looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6149128809754675512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6149128809754675512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-tired-but-so-dont-want-to-go-to.html' title='I am so tired - but so don&apos;t want to go to bed'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-8349075879535960029</id><published>2008-05-11T12:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:27:12.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For a day I was a Super Model!</title><summary type='text'>Patrick is taking a photography class and his class is currently working on taking photographs of people. Jef and I got together with him yesterday and I got to play "Super Model" for a few hours! The picture above is Jef's favorite of the bunch. All of Patrick's favorites were some that I will only share with close friends and family because they are really goofy looking! LOL!   It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8349075879535960029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8349075879535960029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-day-i-was-super-model.html' title='For a day I was a Super Model!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/SCcb79KTKgI/AAAAAAAAADM/TRMFkLijZx0/s72-c/DSC_3638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-6248515011530657527</id><published>2008-05-11T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:08:13.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss continues to happen!</title><summary type='text'>I'm completely back on food and still losing weight!  Woo Hoo!  I'm now at 138.2lbs lost! Woo Hoo!  Woo Hoo!  It's been kind of challenging losing weight a whole lot less dramtically than I was losing before.  This last week I lost 2lbs and the week before 1lb.  Now I'm very pleased and proud of those pounds lost, but when I used to average 6.5lbs a week when I was on Optifast, it's kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6248515011530657527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6248515011530657527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/weight-loss-continues-to-happen.html' title='Weight loss continues to happen!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-3069955988329287592</id><published>2008-05-11T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:54:25.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3-D Totally ROCKS!</title><summary type='text'>Y'all may remember that back in August I had surgery to fix my eye. I had what some call a "lazy eye" and, in addition to making people think I was looking beyond them instead of at them, it prevented me from seeing 3-D effects. A friend and I went to Stone Mountain a few weeks back and they have a 3-D show there and it was looking like it might rain, so we thought, what better way to wait out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3069955988329287592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3069955988329287592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-d-totally-rocks.html' title='3-D Totally ROCKS!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-835720273396269414</id><published>2008-05-11T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:44:36.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see, huh?</title><summary type='text'>Hello out there!  It's been a while since I've blogged.  Some of it is due to I didn't want to not pull up my blog and not see my little Fred.  Some of it was just being too tired to blog.  Work has been kicking my ass lately, but I've been trying to kick back and I'm hopeful that maybe things will calm down a bit.  Since I've last blogged, I got Shelby a kitten.  I was having lunch with a friend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/835720273396269414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/835720273396269414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-see-huh.html' title='Long time no see, huh?'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4006552001928326236</id><published>2008-04-11T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:59:33.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred 1988-2008</title><summary type='text'> My beloved Fred passed away this afternoon about 12:15.  Before I took her to the vet, we sat on the recliner together and cuddled  and she sat on the crate in front of the open window in the sunshine.  I took these pictures right before I took her to the vet.  She went very peacefully and I was with her the whole way.  Needless to say, there were a lot of tears shed (and are being shed) but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4006552001928326236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4006552001928326236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/fred-1988-2008.html' title='Fred 1988-2008'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R_-XTfyvmoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XwSib15dz34/s72-c/MVC-894S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4728614832523711247</id><published>2008-03-30T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:33:15.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend in Dallas</title><summary type='text'>I went to visit HDW in Dallas, TX over Easter Weekend and had a great time. I flew for the first time in many, many years without using a seat belt extender so that was a wonderful way to start the trip! We went and got a mani/pedi and waxing on Thursday, Friday during the day we went to the Dallas Arboretum where they have an event called "Dallas Blooms;" Friday evening we went to the Dallas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4728614832523711247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4728614832523711247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend-in-dallas.html' title='Easter Weekend in Dallas'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R-_cZaEvrjI/AAAAAAAAACU/pjNpwp7sCb4/s72-c/YELLOW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-6528383529662986538</id><published>2008-03-30T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:16:41.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 lbs lost for a total of 128.2!</title><summary type='text'>I didn't weigh in on 3/21/08 because I was out of town, so when I weighed in on 3/28/08 it was for 2 weeks.  I lost 4 lbs which I feel really positive about because my  "monthly visitor" had visited and I ate a little more than I was used to while I was out of town. YAY!  Peace Love &amp; Happiness!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6528383529662986538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6528383529662986538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-lbs-lost-for-total-of-1282.html' title='4 lbs lost for a total of 128.2!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-5229292166084921883</id><published>2008-03-15T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:52:09.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3lbs lost for a total of 124.2!</title><summary type='text'>My second week of eating was pretty uneventful, which is great!  I was very pleased to get on the scale and see that I've lost another 3lbs!  Today I got to start eating lunch!  Woo Hoo!  One of the recommended lunches is a whole wheat tortilla, with 2 oz of low fat cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and salsa.  OH. MY. GOD.  It was freakin' amazing!  So simple, but so tasty!  The last couple of weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5229292166084921883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5229292166084921883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/3lbs-lost-for-total-of-1242.html' title='3lbs lost for a total of 124.2!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-5968010523412833440</id><published>2008-03-15T18:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:31:31.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature is PISSED OFF!</title><summary type='text'>Boy Howdy! Mother Nature sure got her knickers in a kink last night and today! Downtown ATL was ripped up last night as a EF 2 Tornado went through. A tornado! In the city! I know it's not unheard of, but it is rare! I talked to 2F today and he told how he was at his Bookstore in East Atlanta Village when the storm hit. He said, first the hail, then the rain and then the wind. He said as he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5968010523412833440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5968010523412833440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-nature-is-pissed-off.html' title='Mother Nature is PISSED OFF!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4487439739070663799</id><published>2008-03-09T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:32:49.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pounds lost for a total of 121.2!</title><summary type='text'>I made it through my first week of beginning to eat without much fuss and still lost 3lbs! Woo Hoo! I was feeling pretty good about that!Friday when I got home it was 63 degrees. I woke up Saturday morning and looked out the window to see snow! It was a very small amount and didn't even think about sticking, but was still fun to see!I got dressed and went to Costco before meeting Jef and Orbit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4487439739070663799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4487439739070663799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-pounds-lost-for-total-of-1212.html' title='3 pounds lost for a total of 121.2!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4539987358516500876</id><published>2008-03-02T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:55:34.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Pounds lost for a total of 118.2!</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty good week!  I was working toward being at 120lbs lost by the time I started eating, and I got very close!  I was supposed to start eating yesterday, however I had my day planned out very meticulously and you know what they say:  The best laid plans are blown to hell!  LOL!  I was really starting to get anxious about it and was contemplating getting a salad from Wendy's (a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4539987358516500876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4539987358516500876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-pounds-lost-for-total-of-1182.html' title='4 Pounds lost for a total of 118.2!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-1442931746798943142</id><published>2008-02-23T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:39:56.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6.5 Pounds lost for a total of 114.2!!!</title><summary type='text'>THANK GOD!  After two weeks of losing 2.5 and 2.0 pounds, I was trying not to let it get to me.  Don't get me wrong - I'm happy I lost those 2.5 and 2.0 pounds, but it was the least amount I've lost since being on Optifast.  I'm about to begin the transition back to food and I wanted to get some good numbers in before my weight loss naturally begins to be 1-2 pounds a week.I've got one more week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1442931746798943142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1442931746798943142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/02/65-pounds-lost-for-total-of-1142.html' title='6.5 Pounds lost for a total of 114.2!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-1219960826725018591</id><published>2008-02-23T06:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:30:44.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Older I Get, The More I Like Led Zeppelin</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid growing up in the 70's and early 80's, my music exposure relied on 3 things - my parents record collection, what I heard on the radio and my fledgling record collection. My parents were a little too old to be hippies, but they still got into some pretty cool music. I remember being absolutely mesmerized by the album cover for Led Zeppelin's "Houses of the Holy." It was a tri-fold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1219960826725018591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1219960826725018591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/02/older-i-get-more-i-like-led-zepplin.html' title='The Older I Get, The More I Like Led Zeppelin'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-1343134122384017741</id><published>2008-02-10T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:53:41.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby</title><summary type='text'> This is Shelby Cat, my little sentinel.  She loves to look out the window and is quick to let us know if there is another cat outside that is threatening the perimeter. Peace Love &amp; Happiness!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1343134122384017741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1343134122384017741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/02/shelby.html' title='Shelby'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R685ljIhY6I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sv-cYnjfg_0/s72-c/MVC-884S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-788564829222885717</id><published>2008-02-10T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:42:14.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5 Pounds lost</title><summary type='text'>At this week's weigh in I lost 2.5 pounds.  Previously the least amount I have lost was 3.5 pounds, so I tried to think of what I did differently this last week.  The only things I could think of was that in addition to going to water aerobics 3x last week, I also took the stairs every day to my 5th floor office and I was wearing jeans at my weigh in and jeans do weigh more than the normal pants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/788564829222885717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/788564829222885717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/02/25-pounds-lost.html' title='2.5 Pounds lost'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-33320707212646654</id><published>2008-02-01T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:00:07.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and During Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Before:  9/28/2007Before:  9/28/2007During:  2/1/2008During:  2/1/2008  I LOST 4.5 POUNDS LAST WEEK WHICH BRINGS MY TOTAL TO 103.2 POUNDS LOST!!! I promised myself that I'd reveal my "before" pictures when I hit the 100 pounds mark, and I got Jef to take my "during" pictures today! ...and look!  I'm wearing jeans!  ;-) Peace Love &amp; Happiness! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/33320707212646654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/33320707212646654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-and-during-pictures.html' title='Before and During Pictures'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R6P3VFIZvqI/AAAAAAAAABs/WhYattaOZHQ/s72-c/9-28-07+front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4257888168277101532</id><published>2008-01-26T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:39:31.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing in on 100 pounds!!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's weigh in put me at 98.7 pounds eliminated!  I must admit I'm feeling pretty awesome about that!This has been a really good week, but a really hard week as well.  (Why is it that short weeks notoriously happen that way?) Work was crazy - I won't go into details but I had a call that I lost my cool on and my boss levitated out of her cube and whispered very loudly "GIVE ME THE CALL!"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4257888168277101532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4257888168277101532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/closing-in-on-100-pounds.html' title='Closing in on 100 pounds!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-7059855085207734859</id><published>2008-01-26T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:09:31.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldilocks and Psycho Killer in the early '80's</title><summary type='text'>  Once upon a time there were 2 little girls who met on the bus when they were 8. One day when they were in high school and old enough to drive (15-17 years old) They drove to Ridgmar Mall in the big city of Ft. Worth, TX and decided to get another hole in their ears to keep the ones they got when they were 9 company. After completing this task (which Psycho Killer now remembers as being MUCH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7059855085207734859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7059855085207734859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/goldilocks-and-psycho-killer-in-early.html' title='Goldilocks and Psycho Killer in the early &apos;80&apos;s'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R5s7BFIZvpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SrELGI5Kopw/s72-c/AIOtmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4128514989235217652</id><published>2008-01-21T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:33:17.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.</title><summary type='text'>I invite you to listen to his famous speech in it's entirety.Peace Love and Happiness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4128514989235217652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4128514989235217652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-we-honor-dr-martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='Today we honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-7900150928429718889</id><published>2008-01-21T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:49:07.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah! :-p</title><summary type='text'>I came home after my hair appointment on Saturday and knew I would be in the house at least until midday on Sunday, but here I am on Monday at 11:45am and I still have not cracked my front door. BLEAH! :-PI've done all my chores, watched countless movies, read all the magazines in my house and tried to make plans with several people to no avail.BLEAH! :-PI have got to get out of the house, so I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7900150928429718889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7900150928429718889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/bleah-p.html' title='Bleah! :-p'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-455320221381077107</id><published>2008-01-19T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:28:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER STORM 2008!  (insert dramatic music here)</title><summary type='text'>It's snowing!  Here in Georgia!  More than just a few flakes!  People are going out of the their mind and of course it's egged on by the media breaking into regularly scheduled programming for a "WINTER STORM 2008 UPDATE!" complete with dramatic music. I got up this morning and went to get my "hair did."  As I got in the car at 9:30, it started to sleet, however the temperature was a balmy 37* so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/455320221381077107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/455320221381077107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-storm-2008-insert-dramatic-music.html' title='WINTER STORM 2008!  (insert dramatic music here)'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R5JM-IvW0WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P6_AIxilTbE/s72-c/MVC-879S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-8091213868190444202</id><published>2008-01-19T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:02:57.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>92.2 Pounds Lost</title><summary type='text'>I lost 3.5 pounds last week.  I'm feeling pretty good about that, but I must admit that I'm having a low day.  I thought I felt better after my group session today and after talking to my sister, but in reality, perhaps I need to just feel what I feel.  I do need to make sure that I don't stay here in this low place.  Part of the reason that I'm feeling blue is that I finally reached the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8091213868190444202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8091213868190444202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/922-pounds-lost.html' title='92.2 Pounds Lost'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-8842873706086397347</id><published>2008-01-12T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:37:58.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>88.7 Pounds Eliminated!</title><summary type='text'>I had my first weigh in yesterday after having not been to the clinic since 12/27/07.  I skipped a week when I went to my sisters 1/3/08 - 1/7/08.  At my last weigh in I was 78.7 pounds eliminated and I lost 10 lbs in 2 weeks!  YAY!  I'm so fortunate that my weight loss is still averaging 5 lbs a week!  My doctor is very pleased and proud and dagumit!  So am I!  Woo Hoo!  Peace Love and Happiness!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8842873706086397347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8842873706086397347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/88.html' title='88.7 Pounds Eliminated!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-8764537527552836148</id><published>2008-01-10T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:50:01.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Megapixel</title><summary type='text'>My uber talented sister is blogging again.  She has created a new blog and is going to be concentrating on her photography.   Is this the last of "Ramblings of a Redhead?"  Who knows? In the meantime, I would encourage you to check her out here.  Peace Love and Happiness! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8764537527552836148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/8764537527552836148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-megapixel.html' title='Life is a Megapixel'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4932734590355568070</id><published>2008-01-08T11:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:55:41.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How It All Ends</title><summary type='text'>This was sent to me by one of the smartest men I know!  This guy is really good at explaining info that might normally make your eyes glaze over.In my humble opinion, it's definitely worth the time to listen to it and ponder what is said.Peace Love and Happiness!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4932734590355568070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4932734590355568070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-it-all-ends.html' title='How It All Ends'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-5783255445311336726</id><published>2008-01-05T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:34:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking:  The New Frontier</title><summary type='text'>Seaster wrote me an email before I came to visit that said that they were thinking of going hiking when I was here and would I be OK with that?  It's a real easy hike!  I wrote back that I was OK with that. There was much debate on when we were going as we've had quite a cold front come through the Southeast, but finally, B-I-L aimed the Hummer toward Pilot Mountain and the decision was made we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5783255445311336726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5783255445311336726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiking-new-frontier.html' title='Hiking:  The New Frontier'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-4279353800003626276</id><published>2008-01-03T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:20:49.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Memories</title><summary type='text'>I was driving today and listening to music.  I recently downloaded all of my Sting collection onto my IPod and I was enjoying "Ten Summoners Tales."  It made me think of and old boyfriend who really loved Sting.  He loved him so much that when the CD "The Soul Cages" came out and Entertainment Weekly panned it, he wrote a very angry letter and canceled his subscription.  I loved that he felt so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4279353800003626276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/4279353800003626276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/musical-memories.html' title='Musical Memories'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-1317405945369402618</id><published>2008-01-01T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:47:08.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day Walkabout</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting at home watching TV and occasionally surfing the net on this cold but beautiful day. I got a call from Seaster and B-I-L as they were on their way to the airport to pick up my nephew, Eric. Seaster said something to the effect that what I do today will be what I'm doing the remainder of the year. I didn't want to be home alone watching TV and occasionally surfing the net for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1317405945369402618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/1317405945369402618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-day-walkabout.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day Walkabout'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3m8R13NKSrc/R3rQJovW0UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnnEWrSSu3c/s72-c/MVC-771S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-3930925296826110760</id><published>2007-12-31T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:02:15.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><summary type='text'>Hey there! Long time no see, huh? Yes, I let a year elapse between posts. I toyed with the thought of not blogging again forever. However , my faithful friend Jef has been encouraging me to blog again because he believes I can write and he believes my story is both interesting and inspirational. I think I've finally come around to believing him. There are others out there of my family and friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3930925296826110760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3930925296826110760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-6366978657691042675</id><published>2007-01-23T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:20:32.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free In You</title><summary type='text'>Jef put this Meme on his blog and I thought it was fun, so I thought I'd give it a try.  Here's how it works:1. Put your music player on shuffle.2. Press forward for each question.3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.Q: What does next year have in store for you?"I don't want your love" Duran DuranHey!  I'm already not liking this!Q: What does your love life look like next year?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6366978657691042675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6366978657691042675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/free-in-you.html' title='Free In You'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-2399325407576090685</id><published>2007-01-13T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:05:56.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Breeze - Makes me feel fine...</title><summary type='text'>...OK...maybe it's not Summer, but I was reminded of that old "Seals &amp; Croft's" song when I looked at the weather and saw it was a balmy 68* outside! I opened my sliding glass window and was caressed by a gust of fresh clean air. It was one of those truly extraordinary ordinary things that happen through out out days. Shelby, the younger of my two cats, loves looking out the window but becomes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/2399325407576090685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/2399325407576090685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/summer-breeze-makes-me-feel-fine.html' title='Summer Breeze - Makes me feel fine...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-6510539293285125197</id><published>2007-01-13T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:59:52.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I OFFICIALLY OWN MY CAR!!!</title><summary type='text'>As you may or may not know, I got in a bit of a fender bender in my car the weekend of New Year's. (No alcohol was involved) I put my car in the shop on 1/2/07. Shortly after that, I got the title for my car in the mail. I opened the envelope and looked at the title, but didn't feel like I could truly get excited because my car was not in my possession at that moment.HOWEVER, I went and picked up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6510539293285125197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/6510539293285125197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-officially-own-my-car.html' title='I OFFICIALLY OWN MY CAR!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-3745462033052799436</id><published>2007-01-05T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:45:07.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electric Company loves my Sister and B-I-L</title><summary type='text'>I finally made it to my sister's after a pleasant 5 hr drive from the ATL.  I'm driving in the subdivision that their house is in and turned onto their road.  Imagine the smile on my face as I approached their house and every Christmas light is still just blazing!  Our family was not able to celebrate Christmas until now, and Sister and B-I-L kept it like Christmas for Eric and I.  Pretty cool, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3745462033052799436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3745462033052799436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/electric-company-loves-my-sister-and-b.html' title='The Electric Company loves my Sister and B-I-L'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-5094493142395795735</id><published>2007-01-05T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:40:23.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Loud Music in a Great Big Car</title><summary type='text'>As y'all may have surmised from my last post, I had to rent a car while my car is in the shop.  Luckily my car insurance covers 80% of the cost of the rental car.  So when it came time to make the decision on what car I would get, I was told that I could get a Chevy Cobalt for $4.50 a day, or I could get a Chrysler 300 for $6.50 a day.  I chose the Big Ass Pimp-mobile - of course!  So, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5094493142395795735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/5094493142395795735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-loud-music-in-great-big-car.html' title='Great Loud Music in a Great Big Car'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-7073811319469763378</id><published>2007-01-01T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:47:29.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><summary type='text'>Wow!  It's 2007!  In my line of work I've been using 2007 dates for a month or so now, so it's weird that it's finally the date that I've been using!  LOL!Speaking of work - it's been very challenging lately, which is a big part of the reason that I haven't been blogging with any sort of regularity.  However I am off this week, so I'm going to try to make up for lost time!  Since I've last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7073811319469763378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/7073811319469763378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-3852443877809180279</id><published>2006-12-16T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:46:20.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week was Poop Filled.</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had one of those weeks? Man, this last week about did me in.  But I survived - and I'm trying to put it in the past and forget about it. The bright moments of my week was checking my mail and having Christmas cards start to trickle in.  My first was from my Step Mom!  She sent me an angel with my name on it and a tiny little picture of her and I when she was here last fall.  I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3852443877809180279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/3852443877809180279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-week-was-poop-filled.html' title='My Week was Poop Filled.'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116472123798789133</id><published>2006-11-28T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:40:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in ATL for 10 years cost me 16%!!!</title><summary type='text'>YeeHaw! You are 84% Texan!!  Well what do we have here? You're almost a ** Texan! Good job parder. You did better than those California transplants! You just need to brush up on some little things but you know alot about the Lone Star State. God Bless Texas.How Texas are you?Create a Quiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116472123798789133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116472123798789133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-in-atl-for-10-years-cost-me-16.html' title='Living in ATL for 10 years cost me 16%!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116424217151469184</id><published>2006-11-22T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:36:11.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan is at Marti's house!</title><summary type='text'>Join her there, won't you?  http://ramblingsofaredhead.blogspot.comHAPPY THANKSGIVING!:-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116424217151469184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116424217151469184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/joan-is-at-martis-house.html' title='Joan is at Marti&apos;s house!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116330134052723033</id><published>2006-11-11T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:15:40.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lovely Fall Drive</title><summary type='text'>Jef and I drove up to North Georgia to Cloudland Canyon last Saturday to see some Fall color.  This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip.I can't help but hear Paul McCartney's voice in my head singing, "The long and winding road, that leads to your door..."  Where will your "long and winding road" take you this holiday season?:-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116330134052723033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116330134052723033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovely-fall-drive.html' title='A Lovely Fall Drive'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116261835510737088</id><published>2006-11-04T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:32:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what Jef looks like as it gets closer to the full moon!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116261835510737088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116261835510737088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-what-jef-looks-like-as-it-gets.html' title='This is what &lt;a href=&quot;http://cultofjef.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Jef&lt;/a&gt; looks like as it gets closer to the full moon!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116254209156535825</id><published>2006-11-03T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:21:31.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Rush to Grow Up?</title><summary type='text'>I went over to Jef's for the annual handing out of the Halloween candy.  His neighborhood is overrun with kids on Halloween!  Last year there were close to 250 kids that came up to the porch.  This was a slow year with only 189.  One lovely little girl of approximately 8 years came up the steps in a beautiful long dress, her hair pulled back in a bun and a wrap around her shoulders.  "Oh!  You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116254209156535825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116254209156535825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-rush-to-grow-up.html' title='Why the Rush to Grow Up?'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116219367559078617</id><published>2006-10-30T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:34:35.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Halloween Tips</title><summary type='text'>1. When it appears that you have killed the monster, never check to see if it's really dead. It isn't.  2. Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.  3. Do not search the basement or attic, especially if the power is out.  4. If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language that they should not know, shoot them immediately. Shooting them will save you much grief in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116219367559078617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116219367559078617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/helpful-halloween-tips.html' title='Helpful Halloween Tips'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116206070054662326</id><published>2006-10-28T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:27:29.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Element - CrabFreakin' Hil-lair-ee-us!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116206070054662326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116206070054662326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/element-crab-freakin-hil-lair-ee-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116200603989001824</id><published>2006-10-27T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:27:19.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories at 45 RPM</title><summary type='text'>For my birthday this year, I got a total of $100 worth of ITunes cards.  4 months later, I'm about to use them all up.  HOWEVER, Christmas is coming up and there is hope for more ITunes Cards!  (Hint!  Hint!)...but I digressed...Last week I found a gem that I had on a 45 RPM record when I was a kid:  "Thunder Island" by Jay Ferguson.  When I listened to the snippet of "Thunder Island" to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200603989001824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200603989001824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/memories-at-45-rpm.html' title='Memories at 45 RPM'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116200482770158692</id><published>2006-10-27T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:07:08.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Funnies</title><summary type='text'>Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after the night at a business function.He forces himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.And, next to them, a single red rose!Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean andpressed.Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200482770158692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200482770158692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-funnies.html' title='Saturday Funnies'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116200071891212723</id><published>2006-10-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:58:38.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><summary type='text'>Hapeville, a 'burb South of Atlanta was home to a Ford plant that, in recent years, specialized in making the Ford Taurus.    Today, the plant closed and 2000 people are out of a job.  The plant had been open for 60 years. Despite this very sad news, there were a couple of nice stories that came out.  The first was a man on his way to his last day of work at the Ford Plant stopped for gas and won</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200071891212723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116200071891212723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116166959390494149</id><published>2006-10-24T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:59:53.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(RED) Campaign</title><summary type='text'>If you feel so led, I hope you'll click the above (RED) banner that I added.  I think it's a very clever idea to get people excited about contributing to a very worthy cause by getting them excited about shopping!I almost gave in and bought one of the limited edition Red IPod Nano's, but I didn't. If you are not feeling like feeding into the whole consumerism thing, then you might consider "Keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116166959390494149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116166959390494149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-campaign.html' title='(RED) Campaign'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116114315997691940</id><published>2006-10-17T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:46:00.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel me!  Touch me!  Need me!</title><summary type='text'>....or something like that.In my head I'm singing that song by The Who from Tommy.  I'm not sure if it translates well. But anyway... I have a problem.  I need validation.  I need acknowledgment.  I want you to notice me.  Let me entertain you - let me make you smile.  I was talking to Jef the other day about how it really is distressing to me when no one comments on my blog or my pictures on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116114315997691940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116114315997691940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/feel-me-touch-me-need-me.html' title='Feel me!  Touch me!  Need me!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116097322264415452</id><published>2006-10-16T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:33:42.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little stressed?</title><summary type='text'>ENJOY!:-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116097322264415452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116097322264415452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-little-stressed.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://fun.from.hell.pl/2003-11-24/bubblewrap.swf&quot;&gt;Feeling a little stressed?&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116071267628961117</id><published>2006-10-13T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:11:16.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yahoo Time Capsule:  One World. Many Voices.</title><summary type='text'>Have you heard about this yet?  It's very cool to contribute something, or just to look what others have contributed.  To me, it's interesting to see what is important to all sorts of different people all over the world.  I made this contribution to the capsule in honor of my Mom.  She's been physically gone for 10 years this month.  I wanted to do something to commemorate that as well as honor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116071267628961117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116071267628961117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/yahoo-time-capsule-one-world-many.html' title='The Yahoo Time Capsule:  One World. Many Voices.'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-116070637399426266</id><published>2006-10-12T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:26:14.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ma-na Ma-na!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116070637399426266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/116070637399426266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/10/ma-na-ma-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115952530551398847</id><published>2006-09-29T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:21:45.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is the most courageous woman I know.</title><summary type='text'>The little girl was used to having her sister leave on alternate weekends.  She knew her sister went to see her Daddy.  However this time things seemed different.  Everyone seemed mad and upset and the little girl didn't like that and tended to stay out of the way when that occurred.  At 4 years old, she had already learned the meaning and advantages of "out of sight - out of mind."    Her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115952530551398847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115952530551398847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-sister-is-most-courageous-woman-i.html' title='My sister is the most courageous woman I know.'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115911039836489283</id><published>2006-09-24T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:06:38.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard Yesterday...</title><summary type='text'>Woman #1:  Do you go to church on Sundays?  Woman #2:  I worship at St. Mattress on the Springs!  ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115911039836489283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115911039836489283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/overheard-yesterday.html' title='Overheard Yesterday...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115846276100326209</id><published>2006-09-16T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:12:41.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Picks Up Adorable Little Puppy Poop!</title><summary type='text'>I kid you not.  Barbie has a dog that when you feed him a biscuit and push on his tail, he makes a biscuit for her that she can pick up with her very own pooper scooper!  BUT WAIT!  THERE'S MORE!Barbie also has a kitty that when she gives it drink from a water bottle it will wet it's litter box for her and then she can scoop the box.All I can do is shake my head.  (heavy sigh!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115846276100326209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115846276100326209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/barbie-picks-up-adorable-little-puppy.html' title='Barbie Picks Up Adorable Little Puppy Poop!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115842529435834666</id><published>2006-09-16T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:50:49.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week beyond September 11</title><summary type='text'>I knew September 11 was going to be kind of overwhelming with it being the 5th anniversary.  I avoided all TV shows having to do with any of it.  I peeked at CNN.com occasionally, but only to scan headlines.  I did not understand why a person would want to relive that day in "real time," however if you were that person, CNN replayed the whole day on the internet.  A friend and I looked at it for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115842529435834666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115842529435834666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-beyond-september-11.html' title='A week beyond September 11'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115842267662140488</id><published>2006-09-16T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:06:24.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan steps on her Soap Box...</title><summary type='text'>My friend was lamenting the other day that things have gotten so out of hand as far as kid's birthdays go.  These days if you aren't practically sending your kid and 100 of his closest friends for a trip to Disney World, you are a loser.  Even if you do send him to Disney World, then there's the pressure on how to top that next year.  My family was very economically challenged when I was growing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115842267662140488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115842267662140488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/joan-steps-on-her-soap-box.html' title='Joan steps on her Soap Box...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115732013976200009</id><published>2006-09-03T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:14:52.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Christmas Story</title><summary type='text'>NOTE: Despite the subject matter, this story is meant to be humorous.  One thing my family has always been able to do is laugh in the face of adversity.  Ha HA!  When my Mom found out she was dying, she started planning.  OH the planning that was involved!  Everything was in place when she finally passed away - everything except what she wanted done with her ashes.  So my sister and I asked her, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115732013976200009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115732013976200009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/early-christmas-story.html' title='An Early Christmas Story'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115639649409297461</id><published>2006-08-24T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:29:23.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grace of Beth Wood</title><summary type='text'>At least 5 years ago, my friend Ray and I had gone to listen to this cool folky acoustic chick named Beth Wood and I was instantly hooked.  She is passionate about her music and writes her songs in a way that really speaks to me.  I love the way she explains where her songs came from.  She was introducing her song, "New Blood" and explained that it was about this musician/songwriter that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115639649409297461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115639649409297461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/grace-of-beth-wood.html' title='The Grace of Beth Wood'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115526114548434540</id><published>2006-08-10T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:52:26.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr Gives Me Hope</title><summary type='text'>During the course of my work day, I stop and check CNN.com.  I'm not sure why I continue to do this because doing this usually accomplishes one of two things:  Either I'm pissed at what they think is news, (Did you see the headline the other day that Paris Hilton has decided to be celibate?  SO F'ING WHAT????)or it makes me want to crawl in a corner and cry at what's going on in the world today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115526114548434540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115526114548434540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/flickr-gives-me-hope.html' title='Flickr Gives Me Hope'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115525646875648991</id><published>2006-08-10T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:34:28.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of S&amp;H Green Stamps</title><summary type='text'>When I was a little kid, Mom would get S&amp;H Green Stamps at Buddies, the grocery store up the street from our house.  She would get me to lick all the stamps to put them in the books that you collected them in.  Then after several books were filled up, the glorious day would come when we would go to the S&amp;H Green Stamp redemption store!  I was not all that interested in the stuff you could get at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115525646875648991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115525646875648991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories-of-s-green-stamps.html' title='Memories of S&amp;H Green Stamps'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115525574842696768</id><published>2006-08-10T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:23:45.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of Amy Ray</title><summary type='text'>I dreamt Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls broke up with me.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because I'm not a lesbian?  :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115525574842696768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115525574842696768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dream-of-amy-ray.html' title='I dream of Amy Ray'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115488648744960140</id><published>2006-08-06T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:50:10.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Avatars and my Sister</title><summary type='text'>This is my Avatar on Yahoo.  I just created it.  I found out about them when my sister created one for herself a while back.  She has it on the sidebar of her blog. I look at my sister's blog every single day.  I hope against hope that this will be the day that she starts blogging again.  She used to be quite the avid blogger, but not anymore.  I know I don't have that much room to talk because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115488648744960140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115488648744960140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/yahoo-avatars-and-my-sister.html' title='Yahoo Avatars and my Sister'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115367902514855770</id><published>2006-07-23T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:46:11.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><summary type='text'>After checking out of the Omni Hotel, I pointed my Honda South on I-75 and began driving toward Flagler Beach, FL.  When I decided that I wanted to go somewhere for my birthday, I looked around at several beach destinations and came across an online ad for "The Whale Watch Motel" in Flagler Beach.  I hadn't heard of either one of these places, but I checked out the website and instantly fell in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115367902514855770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115367902514855770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115257511932254397</id><published>2006-07-10T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:45:19.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><summary type='text'>I took the week of the 4th off from work.  When I decided that I was going to do this, I also made the decision that I wanted to do special things because this was also around my birthday.  I went on Hotwire.com and looked up hotels in downtown ATL on the 4th of July.  Lo and behold I found one that was only 100.00 for the night!  I ordered it up and it was at the Omni Hotel which is right smack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115257511932254397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115257511932254397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115257385344841122</id><published>2006-07-10T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:26:05.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday!</title><summary type='text'>My birthday was 7/1/06 and I am now 39 years old.  Not "29...again," but 39.  I've lived a lot of life in my 39 years and I claim every one of my years and every one of my gray hairs!  All of those experiences and blood, sweat and tears and laughter and smiles and really low times and insanely high times and middle of the road times have made me the Joan that I am today - and I like her - NAY! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115257385344841122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115257385344841122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115158142595505920</id><published>2006-06-29T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:43:45.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><summary type='text'>If my Mom were still with us, she'd be turning 65 today.  This is the only digitized picture I have of her.  It was sent to me by family friends who wanted to point out how much my sister looks like Mom.  Mom went through a period of not coloring her hair and it wasn't the most flattering look for her, but I like this picture for the expression on her face. (By the way, this is my sister on her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115158142595505920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115158142595505920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115103137234324724</id><published>2006-06-22T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:56:12.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Memory Out of Nowhere</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, I was lucky enough to spend the majority of my growing up years in a small town - Granbury, Texas.  I feel very fortunate to have been able to grow up where everyone knew my name, knew my parents and would have no issue whatsoever reporting any wrongdoings I might be doing.  However I was, for the most part, a good kid and rarely did my parents hear anything but glowing reports </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115103137234324724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115103137234324724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-memory-out-of-nowhere.html' title='Random Memory Out of Nowhere'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-115068007415953976</id><published>2006-06-18T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:21:14.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE IPOD FEVER!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm late getting on the IPod bandwagon, but it's not for lack of wanting to.  I just didn't want to shell out the money for one.  However, my brother-in-law bought my sister one of the new IPods that do everything but cook you dinner and mix you a martini, and therefore I got her old IPod Shuffle.  My sister gives the BEST hand-me-downs!  If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have a digital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115068007415953976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/115068007415953976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-ipod-fever.html' title='I HAVE IPOD FEVER!!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114940335388544415</id><published>2006-06-04T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:42:33.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><summary type='text'>I just added to my sidebar a link to my flickr account.  My nephew has been buggin' the bejeebus out of me to start uploading, so upload I did!  Can anyone give me some feedback if paying the $25.00 per month for the "pro" account is worth it?MERRY CHRISTMAS, ERIC! ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114940335388544415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114940335388544415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114498790929937186</id><published>2006-04-14T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:11:49.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose, Goose, Duck!</title><summary type='text'>  This duck took ducking a little too seriously!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114498790929937186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114498790929937186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/goose-goose-duck.html' title='Goose, Goose, Duck!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114489700739710996</id><published>2006-04-12T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:56:47.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon In The Park</title><summary type='text'>  This is the park that's near my house.  I love this little park!  I took my camera along on my excursion there last Sunday and here are some of images I got.  I hope you enjoy them!  Most of the Tulips were past their prime, but I found one that still looked beautiful.  This Mama Duck had 13 ducklings!    This is a close up of the fountain in the middle of the pond.  I love the look of water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114489700739710996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114489700739710996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-afternoon-in-park.html' title='Sunday Afternoon In The Park'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114452190691683947</id><published>2006-04-08T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:45:06.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornadoes Make You Do Funny Things</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh!  Spring in the South!  The Flowers!  The Warm Weather!  The Tornado Warnings!  I grew up in Texas and then moved to Georgia.  One thing that both areas share is violent spring weather!  The other morning, a storm was coming in during the early morning hours.  I was sleeping soundly in my happy bed, when I heard "The Sirens."  For those of you that don't know, when there is a tornado warning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114452190691683947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114452190691683947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/tornadoes-make-you-do-funny-things.html' title='Tornadoes Make You Do Funny Things'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114429005531371486</id><published>2006-04-05T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:20:55.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>01:02:03 04/05/06</title><summary type='text'>Did you realize that at 2 minutes and 3 seconds past 1 o'clock today it was:01:02:03 04/05/06:-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114429005531371486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114429005531371486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/010203-040506.html' title='01:02:03 04/05/06'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114428990789830536</id><published>2006-04-05T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:18:27.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plea for Manners</title><summary type='text'>OK...I am not that old - I'm only 38 - but I find myself becoming more and more appalled by the lack of manners of the "younger folks."  Let's start with a simple "Please" and "Thank You."  Whatever happened to thanking a person if they patronized your business and you'd like for them to come again?  I go in some places these day and I feel lucky if I'm looked at and grunted at.  Is saying please</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114428990789830536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114428990789830536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/plea-for-manners.html' title='A Plea for Manners'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114306075614507652</id><published>2006-03-22T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:52:36.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are Strange...</title><summary type='text'>...when you're a stranger...Sometimes I just don't understand why people think the way they do.  For instance, my friend who is a copywriter is having to replace the voiceover artist he uses for the product he works on because this voiceover got into some trouble that made it to the news.  Apparently the product he works on does not want to be associated with said voiceover artist's bad deed.  My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114306075614507652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114306075614507652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-are-strange.html' title='People are Strange...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114282889394833786</id><published>2006-03-19T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:45:57.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know I've been kinda quiet.  I've been feeling quiet.  I've got some things on my mind that I can't discuss here that has me feeling...well, quiet.  So I hope that those of you that may have been checking back here and going, "Where the hell did she go?!?" will forgive me for my silence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This afternoon I was watching the We channel and they had this show called "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114282889394833786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114282889394833786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114234278003647370</id><published>2006-03-14T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:26:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while since I've done one of these...</title><summary type='text'>How evil are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114234278003647370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114234278003647370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-while-since-ive-done-one-of.html' title='It&apos;s been a while since I&apos;ve done one of these...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114126682477668916</id><published>2006-03-01T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:33:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I sang a happy song to my car today...</title><summary type='text'>...and it went a little something like this....I love my carLOVE, LOVE LOVE my carShe so totally ROCKS!Never would I put her in a box!Yes, I was very in touch with my "Inner Child" at that moment!  However I do love my car.  It was a lovely November evening in 2001 when she and I met and I've been in love ever since!  My Honda is the first "Brand-New-Nobody-Has-Driven-It-But-Me" car.  I took her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114126682477668916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114126682477668916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-sang-happy-song-to-my-car-today.html' title='I sang a happy song to my car today...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114088053425124209</id><published>2006-02-25T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:15:34.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Last but CERTAINLY not least...</title><summary type='text'>Are you lookin' at me?Ralph and Norton and a School of Rays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114088053425124209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114088053425124209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-but-certainly-not-least.html' title='...Last but CERTAINLY not least...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114088031348093937</id><published>2006-02-25T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:11:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Scenes from the Georgia Aquarium</title><summary type='text'>Whale SharkPink JellyTube leading into the Big TankDiver in the Tropical Fish TankGrouper with an Entourage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114088031348093937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114088031348093937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-scenes-from-georgia-aquarium.html' title='More Scenes from the Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114084431664897440</id><published>2006-02-25T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:32:45.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from the Georgia Aquarium</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful Yellow and Blue Tropical FishiesSchool of RaysAre you ready for your close up, Mr. Turtle?Beautiful BelugaBlue JellyHammerhead SharkMore to come tomorrow...!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114084431664897440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114084431664897440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/scenes-from-georgia-aquarium.html' title='Scenes from the Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-114032676766577421</id><published>2006-02-19T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:26:07.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitute People</title><summary type='text'>I just got through watching "Elizabethtown" on DVD.  I had heard that reviews for the movie were not so good, but I still had an interest in it.  Let me stop right here to interject that I think Orlando Bloom is one of the most handsome men I've seen in a long time.  My God he is a gorgeous specimen of man!  Whew!...But I digress...I enjoyed the movie.  I could relate to a lot of it.  The part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114032676766577421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/114032676766577421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/substitute-people.html' title='Substitute People'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113972721764084510</id><published>2006-02-12T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:53:37.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shauna Michelle Regan</title><summary type='text'>I got a call from Jonathan this evening.  I didn't hear the phone ring because I was watching a movie.  I checked the messages and he mentioned that he was in Ft. Worth visiting his sister and meeting his newborn niece and had I heard that Shauna died?  Shauna?  Dead?  No!Shauna Suggs was one of my best friends in high school.  We shared a locker.  She was President of the Drama club and I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113972721764084510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113972721764084510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/shauna-michelle-regan.html' title='Shauna Michelle Regan'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113928754748585644</id><published>2006-02-06T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:45:47.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things Meme</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by the lovely and talented Beastmomma!Four jobs I've had: Newspaper InserterAsst. Manager of Polar Bear Ashburn's Ice Cream and DeliHigh End Handbag salesperson at Foley's Department StoreManager of the Music Department of Hastings Books Music and VideoFour Movies I can watch over and over: When Harry Met SallyLegally Blond (I think this is because it's on TBS every friggin' day!)Rent (OK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113928754748585644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113928754748585644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-things-meme.html' title='4 Things Meme'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113916099815543913</id><published>2006-02-05T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:36:38.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL pay for convenience!</title><summary type='text'>I know that in New York you can have anything delivered any time of the night or day, but why has that not caught on here in Atlanta?  You can get pizza and you can get Chinese and only between 11 and 11.  There used to be a service here called Webvan.com where you could order groceries and then there was kozmo.com where you could order snack food, condoms, cd's or movies along with a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113916099815543913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113916099815543913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-will-pay-for-convenience.html' title='I WILL pay for convenience!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113797422337630064</id><published>2006-01-22T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:57:03.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Laundry Heaven!</title><summary type='text'>I have always been a little anal about my laundry.  Two things come to mind as to why I am.  First, from the time I was 5 until I was in my 20's I had to go to the laundromat.  We were rather "economically challenged" when I was growing up, so owning a washer and dryer was a luxury.  When I was a young adult, I remained "economically challenged."  It wasn't until my Mom passed away and left me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113797422337630064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113797422337630064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-in-laundry-heaven.html' title='I&apos;m In Laundry Heaven!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113773069974915069</id><published>2006-01-19T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:18:19.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Georgia Aquarium</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I heard that they were building an Aquarium here in Atlanta, I must admit that I scoffed at the idea.  Why were they building an aquarium so close to the Chattanooga aquarium?  Wouldn't they cancel each other out since they are so close together?  So I started to hear the buzz about how freakin' big the place was going to be and how there were going to be Whale Sharks.  OK...maybe having</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113773069974915069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113773069974915069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/georgia-aquarium.html' title='The Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113657011043794283</id><published>2006-01-06T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:55:10.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my Sister Tethered</title><summary type='text'>While I was at my Sister and BIL's for Christmas, my nephew and I noticed something about my Sister.  Well - we didn't really notice - since we already knew this about my Sister - but we had fun giggling at her expense as a result of it.  My Sister cannot sit still.  It's true!  Christmas Eve there was a lot going on in the house with all the people milling around.  However we were starting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113657011043794283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113657011043794283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/keeping-my-sister-tethered.html' title='Keeping my Sister Tethered'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113626247180266874</id><published>2006-01-02T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:27:51.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAACCCCKKKK  (Reprise)</title><summary type='text'>Yeah - I know - I said I was going to start blogging again regularly and what did I do? Promptly fell off the side of the world again.  The weeks leading up to Christmas were very busy!  I don't know why but it was all I could do to drag myself to and from work during that time period.  When I finally drove away from work toward NC and my family on 12/22/05 at 3:35pm, I finally felt like I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113626247180266874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113626247180266874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-baaaaacccckkkk-reprise.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAACCCCKKKK  (Reprise)'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-113445015491672540</id><published>2005-12-12T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:02:34.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BAAAACCCKK!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I present to you a building off I-285 that some how manages to orchestrate many floors of lights into the form of a Christmas Tree!  Woo Hoo!Did you miss me?  I missed you!I had a period of time where I just wasn't inspired, however I'm becoming more inspired every day!  I would like to say Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas, Happy Winter Solstice and Happy Kwanzaa to all of you!  Whatever you choose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113445015491672540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/113445015491672540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-baaaaccckk.html' title='I&apos;M BAAAACCCKK!!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112941079390260218</id><published>2005-10-15T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:20:18.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23/5 Meme</title><summary type='text'>Beastmomma tagged me to complete this Meme.  Thanks Jaspreet! Meme Instructions1. Delve into your blog archive.2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas...5. Tag five people to do the same My 23rd blog entry is dated October 23, 2003</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112941079390260218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112941079390260218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/235-meme.html' title='23/5 Meme'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112851546762643494</id><published>2005-10-05T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:31:07.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Blogoversary!</title><summary type='text'>It was 2 years ago today that I started "Ye Olde Blog!"  Thank you for your support!WOO HOO!  :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112851546762643494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112851546762643494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-is-my-blogoversary.html' title='Today is my Blogoversary!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112821222489912658</id><published>2005-10-01T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:21:06.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Park Tour of Homes</title><summary type='text'>Before the Moth Ball, Red, the Captain and I went to a few of the homes on the Grant Park Tour of Homes.  I looked at my pictures and I've come to the conclusion that I'm hypnotized by stained glass.  Beautiful, isn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112821222489912658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112821222489912658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/grant-park-tour-of-homes.html' title='Grant Park Tour of Homes'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112821182301438687</id><published>2005-10-01T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:10:23.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moth Ball</title><summary type='text'>Red and the Captain came into town last weekend for the Grant Park Tour of Homes and the Moth Ball.  What better escort to a party than you sister and her husband, I say!  The theme for the Moth Ball was "Shaken Not Stirred: A Night With James Bond."  There is a table decorating contest and my sister, "Queen of All Things Crafty," was set loose on the decorations.  She did a FANTASTIC job and won</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112821182301438687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112821182301438687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/moth-ball.html' title='The Moth Ball'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112570283602318609</id><published>2005-09-30T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:38:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't already done so...</title><summary type='text'>...please consider donating to the American Red Cross or the relief organization of your choice to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112570283602318609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112570283602318609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-havent-already-done-so.html' title='If you haven&apos;t already done so...'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112697016918469583</id><published>2005-09-17T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:16:09.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy, huh?</title><summary type='text'>width="240" height="180"alt="Juggernaut Optimized for Assassination and Nullification"border="0"&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112697016918469583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112697016918469583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/creepy-huh.html' title='Creepy, huh?'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112660279430573088</id><published>2005-09-13T05:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:13:14.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEF!</title><summary type='text'>My beloved friend Jef is 5.4285714 in dog years today!:-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112660279430573088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112660279430573088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-jef.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEF!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899258.post-112649220004419297</id><published>2005-09-11T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:30:00.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That IKEA store is a big 'ol place!</title><summary type='text'>I met L &amp; G yesterday for lunch.  This resulted from a call on Thursday night that I made to G that went a little something like this:G:  Hello?Me: I. MUST. HAVE. MEAT.  G:  Umm...do you want me to go out and bludgeon something for you or what? Me: No, but I really need a steak.  Do y'all want to go get one?L &amp; G being the accommodating people that they are agreed to meet me for a steak and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112649220004419297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899258/posts/default/112649220004419297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswithawoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-ikea-store-is-big-ol-place.html' title='That IKEA store is a big &apos;ol place!'/><author><name>Joan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
