<?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-3297784477453563429</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:15:34.417-08:00</updated><category term='The Brick Testament'/><category term='making money with my blog.'/><category term='The Tyra Banks Show'/><category term='plus-sized women in broadcasting.'/><category term='What&apos;s My Niche'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Pest Control Services'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Mexican Red Sauce'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Smorty'/><category term='FlirtVibes.com'/><category term='importance to others.'/><category term='PD'/><category term='Technorati'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='What Color Crayon Are You?'/><category term='Dyson vacuum cleaners'/><category term='Don&apos;t Quit'/><category term='older women'/><category term='Wussification of vampires'/><category term='MODE Magazine'/><category term='dress the body you have'/><category term='Hugh Hefner'/><category term='diet pills'/><category term='Time Wasters'/><category term='doing enough with your life'/><category term='I&apos;m Not That Girl Anymore two month birthday'/><category term='Time Wasters - What Holiday Are You?'/><category term='Time Wasters - World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test'/><category term='How Addicted To Blogging Are You? 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Hmmm...'/><category term='George Bernard Shaw'/><category term='Internet friends'/><category term='Online dating'/><title type='text'>I'm not that girl anymore...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm putting in my two cents...and I've got change for everybody!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6119777250367680841</id><published>2008-11-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:59:12.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Leave Out All The Rest</title><summary type='text'>My mind has been going to interesting places recently. Maybe because I'm 50 years old, I am spending a bit more time doing life review, or maybe because the only TV commercials for my demographic are hawking funeral arrangements, laxatives and AARP membership. At a dear friend's funeral reception recently, three women and I had a "The Big Chill" moment when we looked around the packed house and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6119777250367680841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6119777250367680841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/11/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave Out All The Rest'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2798172727993934399</id><published>2008-10-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:42:32.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters'/><title type='text'>If You Still Need A Halloween Costume...</title><summary type='text'>You Should Be a Belly Dancer for HalloweenAccording to our quiz, you'd make an ideal belly dancer.Your runner up costume: FairyThe Halloween Costume GeneratorI think that I'm uniquely qualified to be a belly dancer...because I DO have a belly! That is all you need right?  Right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2798172727993934399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2798172727993934399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-still-need-halloween-costume.html' title='If You Still Need A Halloween Costume...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8733812919107150419</id><published>2008-09-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:04:46.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP'/><title type='text'>MP Checking In!</title><summary type='text'>Hello All,Well it's certainly been a long time since last I wrote. Many things have happened these past three months:-my birthday-my wedding (more on that later),-the death of a very close friend (more on that later).I've thought about writing here many times, and then stopped because I felt I didn't really have anything to say. It's a funny thing about blogging, at least for me, every word must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8733812919107150419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8733812919107150419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/09/mp-checking-in.html' title='MP Checking In!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5766098467961245997</id><published>2008-06-04T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:24:00.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boomers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>My Gifts At 50</title><summary type='text'>As I have mentioned a couple of times before, I'm turning 50. Soon. Like, day-after-tomorrow soon.I have not made plans for a big blowout party, or really any plans to celebrate my birthday officially. What I will be doing on Friday is what I've been doing since last Thursday---taking care of my ill mother-in-law.My MIL had a very extensive and significant surgery recently and SO and I will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5766098467961245997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5766098467961245997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-gifts-at-50.html' title='My Gifts At 50'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5194558070301212452</id><published>2008-05-31T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:54:19.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP&apos;s Getting Married'/><title type='text'>The "Joys" Of Wedding Attire.</title><summary type='text'>Today is May 31, which means that it's little more than two months until I'm a bride. Um...where do de time go?Plans for our soiree' are still in the mental stages (translation: we haven't gotten anything concrete done yet) but I have been online the last couple of days and I've discovered Offbeat Bride dot com and DIY Bride dot com, between those two sites I've lost hours of time; and seen some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5194558070301212452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5194558070301212452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/05/joys-of-wedding-attire.html' title='The &quot;Joys&quot; Of Wedding Attire.'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/SEHhPaihflI/AAAAAAAAALY/x18tUp2HOgo/s72-c/gown1jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6224517438685161299</id><published>2008-05-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:20:01.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP&apos;s Getting Married'/><title type='text'>I Won't Be Doing This...</title><summary type='text'>...at my wedding reception!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6224517438685161299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6224517438685161299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wont-be-doing-this.html' title='I Won&apos;t Be Doing This...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/SDo6VS03giI/AAAAAAAAALI/ytfZY32wo30/s72-c/Wedding.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6799756152035260258</id><published>2008-05-17T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:21:49.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP&apos;s Getting Married'/><title type='text'>MP's Getting Married</title><summary type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaacck!I don't know if I'm REALLY back but I'm back right now.  So, I'm getting married; this isn't new, I just haven't mentioned it before. It's getting close though (August) and I thought you might get a chuckle as I try to avoid becoming a Bridezilla.This year is a big year for me; I'm getting married and I'm turning the big 5-0! That's a lot to pack in one little year. Because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6799756152035260258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6799756152035260258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/05/mps-getting-married.html' title='MP&apos;s Getting Married'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/SDBJa6LNc9I/AAAAAAAAALA/jPSCNjvpM4Q/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2990484805955359444</id><published>2008-04-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:25:39.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters'/><title type='text'>Hey! It's Time For Another Quiz!</title><summary type='text'>Hello Everyone,I'm back with another quiz that's amazingly accurate (how DO they know so much about me?)Feel free to take it if you want, you're killing time now anyway, right?You Are a CappuccinoYou're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2990484805955359444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2990484805955359444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-its-time-for-another-quiz.html' title='Hey! It&apos;s Time For Another Quiz!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6082842954239878600</id><published>2008-04-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:12:21.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green card soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigrants fighting for the U.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Green Card Soldiers</title><summary type='text'>We've been hearing statistics regarding the war in Iraq officially for 5 years now. That sad anniversary was noted recently with many news stories and marches of protest.Occasionally, when an in depth story is done about the life  and death of a soldier; that soldier will be an immigrant and not a citizen. Many people myself included, wondered how a person not a citizen of this country can be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6082842954239878600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6082842954239878600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/04/green-card-soldiers.html' title='Green Card Soldiers'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/SABOQxWUVJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kKXhzzFrg7E/s72-c/foreignsoldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3486524915009723904</id><published>2008-04-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:51:18.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tobi Knight'/><title type='text'>Training For Goodbye...Tobi Knight</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago I discovered that a friend of mine had died. It was a strange occurrence to be sure, she had been on my mind strongly for a couple of days, it seemed I heard her voice in my head.  I had a fleeting thought that she was dead, but "reality" convinced me to put that thought to the side; I had no concrete reason to believe such a thing.I sent her an email which bounced back, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3486524915009723904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3486524915009723904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/04/training-for-goodbyetobi-knight.html' title='Training For Goodbye...Tobi Knight'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R_2VMRWUVII/AAAAAAAAAKw/tsL5AZbo25M/s72-c/tobi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8268272028176374777</id><published>2008-04-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:49:03.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>The Real Reason MP Has Been MIA</title><summary type='text'>PD has been logging a lot of computer time as you can see.Sorry I've been away!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8268272028176374777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8268272028176374777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-reason-mp-has-been-mia.html' title='The Real Reason MP Has Been MIA'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R_XA8ez2CjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UxbwkxST4dQ/s72-c/sukicomputer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3822845568537151171</id><published>2008-03-22T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:09:26.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Fashion Schools</title><summary type='text'>Is your life incomplete without checking out the latest fashions in "Vogue". "In Style" or "W"?  Do you have New York Fashion Week blocked off on your calendar? Is it unthinkable to miss an episode of Project Runway? Do you live for fashion?Certainly you know that New York is one of the centers for fashion, and if you’ve been thinking about going to fashion school in new york then you need to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3822845568537151171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3822845568537151171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/03/fashion-schools.html' title='Fashion Schools'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R-XziOz2CiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FnXI5B7vjSI/s72-c/fashionschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3669928515647231583</id><published>2008-03-19T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:01:24.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment of Truth'/><title type='text'>TV Spawned in Hell: Moment Of Truth</title><summary type='text'>If ever there was a TV show spawned in hell it's got to be the Fox  Show, Moment of Truth. Have you ever cheated on your spouse? Would you embezzle money if you knew you'd not get caught? Have you fantasized about your next door neighbor? Is there some secret you have that's so bad that you've never told it?  Would you like to tell it on national television for $10,000? How about $25,000? Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3669928515647231583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3669928515647231583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/tv-spawned-in-hell-moment-of-truth.html' title='TV Spawned in Hell: Moment Of Truth'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R7PtCXxKzQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8SUd5-71J4Q/s72-c/moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5240383345743363154</id><published>2008-03-11T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:06:46.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>She's Living The Dream</title><summary type='text'>We spoil PD, there's no two ways about it.  We try not to disturb HER when we change positions in bed, we cuddle her like a baby, sometimes she insists that we both go with her at potty time, we're very careful about what we feed her...you get the drift.We've been taking her on rides to get her past being carsick and that's worked well. She'll stand on my legs and look out the window and if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5240383345743363154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5240383345743363154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-living-dream.html' title='She&apos;s Living The Dream'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R9da87NgYsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tWXzbUcoGOo/s72-c/suki1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5564114469291679393</id><published>2008-03-05T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:46:49.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet friends'/><title type='text'>It's Not A Party If All My Friends Aren't Welcome!</title><summary type='text'>My dear friend Anonymous Boxer gave a fabulous blog party a couple of months back and invited all her cool friends. I was honored to be one of said friends, and having never been to a  blog party before I didn't know what to expect.  FUN!  The darn thing went on for a couple of days and while I only was able to attend a small bit of it, I had a blast!So, AB has set the bar rather high as far as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5564114469291679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5564114469291679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-party-if-all-my-friends-arent.html' title='It&apos;s Not A Party If All My Friends Aren&apos;t Welcome!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R855uPCnFRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7XvJmul60xI/s72-c/diversity_.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2123855084319028954</id><published>2008-02-29T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:28:11.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Power of Pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Pretty-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>The girl was over 6 ft. tall,  though whether it was the 5 in. heels she was wearing or the long, wild, streaked, "just F'd" hair that contributed more to her height, I couldn't say.The girl wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing: tight jeans, but not so tight you'd wonder about her ability to breath, and a black animal print halter. No, it was the over all effect;  the hair, lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2123855084319028954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2123855084319028954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/power-of-pretty-part-2.html' title='The Power Of Pretty-Part 2'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R8fBd18DL6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fOJJLZmujG8/s72-c/73844_10_lrg_7300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4561168543601397486</id><published>2008-02-28T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:07:01.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Axcesspoints'/><title type='text'>AxcessPoints</title><summary type='text'>Some years back my best friend, Sonya, gave all her friends and family a homemade Survival Manual for Christmas. The year was 1999, and people weren’t sure what the ramifications of Y2K would be.Sonya’s manual for emergency preparedness was about three inches thick and pretty complete; it gave instructions on what to do in case of a fire, supplies to have on hand, how to seal the windows of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4561168543601397486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4561168543601397486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/axcesspoints.html' title='AxcessPoints'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R8Zy7wowZlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5X7BCGEmbGs/s72-c/tornado.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3966445125160889319</id><published>2008-02-26T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:15:59.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters'/><title type='text'>Is It Because I'm Sick?</title><summary type='text'>In my previous post I wrote about being sick. I know for the past week I've not looked my best, red eyes, red nose, hair all over, living in sweats; but must I be punished even further?Yes, I will admit that I spend much of my time in ballet flats, but even on my funkiest days I don’t wear Big Black Boots! Where is the style, the prettiness?  Do you think it’s because I’m still sick?  This just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3966445125160889319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3966445125160889319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-because-im-sick.html' title='Is It Because I&apos;m Sick?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7079857885268407124</id><published>2008-02-26T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:17:16.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired!</title><summary type='text'>The past week has kind of been a blur for me, I've been down with a really nasty cold that has some hellafied staying power! What's worse is SO came down with it a couple of days after I did so there was no one to baby, um I mean, take care of me. The only one healthy in this house is PD, and she's not so good at making soup or dispensing medicine. She is very good at cuddling close and looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7079857885268407124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7079857885268407124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R8ObeW0AGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tdddafojcA8/s72-c/j0358909.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3875002607365700990</id><published>2008-02-22T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:53:38.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Love</title><summary type='text'>It was love at first sight. We were destined to be together we two, a more perfect love has never been known; a love without judgment or recrimination, complete and fulfilling. My love for shiny things.My nine-year-old fingers tore through the brightly colored birthday paper to reveal the small box with two small Gold Lockets inside,  a round locket and a heart locket; from that moment I was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3875002607365700990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3875002607365700990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-love.html' title='A Perfect Love'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R7-CXHxKzVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ld64ypAZZaA/s72-c/heartlocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6956995711714985316</id><published>2008-02-21T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:41:28.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Coleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>What Kind Of Husband Will Gary Coleman Make?</title><summary type='text'>Last week the news broke that Gary Coleman was secretly married, and had been since August 2007 to 22-year-old Shannon Price. At the risk of using the obvious quip: "watchu talkin 'bout?"  I know that there's a lid for every pot, but I had a hard time wrapping my mind around this.I've heard news stories and seen reality shows with Gary Coleman featured and my impression has been that he's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6956995711714985316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6956995711714985316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-kind-of-husband-will-gary-coleman.html' title='What Kind Of Husband Will Gary Coleman Make?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R74EVXxKzUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8ziBnCkux8k/s72-c/colemanwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2755858543001929635</id><published>2008-02-20T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:22:59.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Important Work</title><summary type='text'>How old were you when you knew what you wanted to do with your life? I don’t mean that “what I want to be when I grow up” sort of thing, but really knew the path you were to take?When I was in grade school, I went to school with a boy named Patrick*. Patrick was from a family of eight siblings, a good Catholic family, in mass every Sunday; all the kids and the parents.  Mom stayed at home to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2755858543001929635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2755858543001929635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/important-work.html' title='Important Work'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R70k73xKzTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8nGx1tNalB0/s72-c/sink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7833618243708909616</id><published>2008-02-19T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:10:23.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muffin tops'/><title type='text'>More on Muffin Tops...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I wrote about muffin tops, the flesh that can be the unfortunate side effect of wearing low rise jeans. I'm back, with more on muffin tops.I was on You Tube yesterday and I found these two videos that were just too wonderful not to share with you.  The first video is all about true love in my opinion; the second video is a perfect illustration of Andy Warhol's paraphrase: "In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7833618243708909616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7833618243708909616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-on-muffin-tops.html' title='More on Muffin Tops...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5059268359898228579</id><published>2008-02-18T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:10:47.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muffin tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='know your own body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Mom Jeans And Muffin Tops</title><summary type='text'>Do you remember hearing a statistic that alleged that 40% of American women are size 14 and larger?  I certainly remember hearing that statistic and it came as no surprise to me. A mere look around on city streets can give you that information.Most women do not have bodies like the fashion models on the runways, they have "real woman" bodies, they have bodies like the women in the Dove </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5059268359898228579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5059268359898228579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-jeans-and-muffin-tops.html' title='Mom Jeans And Muffin Tops'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R7nErXxKzSI/AAAAAAAAAII/czNnCP9X2ac/s72-c/mischa_bartonmomjeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8691596175272838547</id><published>2008-02-16T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:37:48.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s My Niche'/><title type='text'>The Niche Has Found Me!</title><summary type='text'>In August of 2007 I was a nubile blogging virgin, wide-eyed and full of questions. I wrestled with things like, how do I make a link? What is technorati? How do I add a picture to my posts? And most importantly, how do I decide what my niche is?My friend Bobby Revelle is an ethical blogger and always willing to help new bloggers, I asked him how I determine what my niche is, he said that it would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8691596175272838547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8691596175272838547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/niche-has-found-me.html' title='The Niche Has Found Me!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R7diYXxKzRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2REq5OEUXf0/s72-c/galehouse6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6326441280714452000</id><published>2008-02-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:18:15.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters - Secret Scratch Off Message'/><title type='text'>The Secret Scratch Off Message For Today</title><summary type='text'>Hello!I have no quiz for you today, but I wanted to send you a secret message visible only to  you, use the handy coin provided and view my personal message to you. For your eyes only!Create your own Scratch Ticket</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6326441280714452000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6326441280714452000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret-scratch-off-message-for-today.html' title='The Secret Scratch Off Message For Today'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-941104157285458983</id><published>2008-02-12T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:06:15.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domain registration'/><title type='text'>Domain Registration</title><summary type='text'>The scene goes something like this: you’re a sassy, sexy, Aussie who’s been blogging for awhile on a free site and that’s been okay, but it bothers you that your web address is: http://coolperson.freesite.com because it just doesn’t describe who you are, and you’re ready for the next level.You long for a web address that’s more descriptive, more you, something that doesn’t bear any similarity to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/941104157285458983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/941104157285458983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/domain-registration.html' title='Domain Registration'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3665741566351299745</id><published>2008-02-11T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:53:02.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Catalog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking sites'/><title type='text'>I'm Your Friend...Now What?</title><summary type='text'>When I was in high school I had many friends. In the nostalgia of my memory I was a gregarious kid, as non-judgemental as a teenager is capable of being; I had friends in many different cliques though I wasn't a member of those cliques myself.My high school years have long since passed; now there are many ways of encountering and developing friendships with others. One way of developing "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3665741566351299745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3665741566351299745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-your-friendnow-what.html' title='I&apos;m Your Friend...Now What?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R7DG93xKzPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dolpX5Hb3_0/s72-c/highschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7683346484871233947</id><published>2008-02-08T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:31:49.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Oooooooo, Rub Me Right There!</title><summary type='text'>What are you thinking? Get your mind out of the gutter right now!My SO has often told me that my shoulders are like a rock. When someone touches my shoulders instead of soft pliable skin there is a tough, unyielding surface.I am aware that I carry a lot of tension in my shoulders and I don’t particularly like having my shoulders touched because it hurts. I have had the occasional good massage, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7683346484871233947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7683346484871233947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/oooooooo-rub-me-right-there.html' title='Oooooooo, Rub Me Right There!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R6zjFztPXJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7JjcL7AQfNg/s72-c/HT_Corp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7055642341864295690</id><published>2008-02-04T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:22:23.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal hair on clothing.'/><title type='text'>If You Invent This, You're A Guaranteed Millionaire!</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to believe that it's only been three months since we got PD; it seems as if we've always had her.There once was a time when I was able to spread my limbs freely in bed at night without a 22lb. weight impeding my movement but I'm not that girl anymore.One of the things that people are most concerned with is money; not enough money, mostly. I have  often heard that the surest way to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7055642341864295690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7055642341864295690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-invent-this-youre-guaranteed.html' title='If You Invent This, You&apos;re A Guaranteed Millionaire!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R6fmYDtPXII/AAAAAAAAAHY/OfP4-rQ97Tc/s72-c/1suki4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7690733012199536441</id><published>2008-01-31T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:24:00.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters-What Pinup Are You?'/><title type='text'>I'm Bettie Page, Pleased To Meet You!</title><summary type='text'>I'm back with another of those oh-so-accurate quizzes.  For my male readers, you could try getting in touch with your feminine side for this quiz...or let your wife take it.You Are Bettie PageGirl next door with a wild streakYou're a famous beauty - with unique lookAnd the people like you are cultish about itWhat Famous Pinup Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7690733012199536441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7690733012199536441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-bettie-page-pleased-to-meet-you.html' title='I&apos;m Bettie Page, Pleased To Meet You!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7378713327126282564</id><published>2008-01-31T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:43:53.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Carinsurancerates.com</title><summary type='text'>It’s amazing all of the things that need to be taken into account when moving; it’s no wonder that it’s among the five most stressful things you can do, right up there with death and divorce.Certainly one of the things that you’ve got to consider is whether or not there will be a change in your car insurance rates. And while it may not be fair, a small move into a different zip code can make a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7378713327126282564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7378713327126282564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/carinsuranceratescom.html' title='Carinsurancerates.com'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R6Kg7DtPXHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AUb8ZQd9aFk/s72-c/car13.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6405328962644244759</id><published>2008-01-25T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:31:44.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benazir Bhutto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Benazir Bhutto - Rest In Peace, Pinky</title><summary type='text'>December 27, 2007, Benazir Bhutto was assassinated. I was saddened by the news, even though I don’t personally have much knowledge of the woman or the politics and country for which she gave her life.I remember the first time I became aware of Benazir Bhutto; I had read an article in a magazine, the name of which escapes me now, written by a Harvard classmate of Bhutto’s.  The classmate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6405328962644244759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6405328962644244759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/benazir-bhutto-rest-in-peace-pinky.html' title='Benazir Bhutto - Rest In Peace, Pinky'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R5pgETtPXGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ev0I9qSf1pc/s72-c/1bhutto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3211050548078018289</id><published>2008-01-24T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:09:08.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters - World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test'/><title type='text'>World's Shortest Personality Test</title><summary type='text'>Hello Everyone!For all my friends reading from work, and everyone else, here's one of my little quizzes for you.See my results?  I just can't get over how accurate these things are. :)Your Personality ProfileYou are dependable, popular, and observant.Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.You are unique, creative, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3211050548078018289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3211050548078018289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/worlds-shortest-personality-test.html' title='World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1408747497676638300</id><published>2008-01-24T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:47:11.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savebuckets.com'/><title type='text'>Savebuckets. You Want To Save Money Right?</title><summary type='text'>Do you have a friend who always seems to know where the bargains are? Does this friend share information with you about sales and discount stores or are they closed mouthed, keeping all the goodies for themselves?Well, now you can have information about the best prices at your fingertips with www.savebuckets.com. This site is great; whether you’re searching for laptops, clothing, jewelry, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1408747497676638300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1408747497676638300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/savebuckets-you-want-to-save-money.html' title='Savebuckets. You Want To Save Money Right?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R5jq9jtPXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RCMZeqErdeg/s72-c/dollarsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8587082355086893345</id><published>2008-01-15T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:58:58.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coin purses'/><title type='text'>The Coin Purse</title><summary type='text'>There are some things that really mark the beginning of the slide down the cliff of aging: complaining about music being too loud, punctuating movements such as lifting or rising from a squat with groans and grunts, and the use of the coin purse.You’ve seen the coin purse before, it’s ridiculously small, made in a strange shape, and an older person at the grocery store in front of you is usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8587082355086893345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8587082355086893345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/coin-purse.html' title='The Coin Purse'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R4zz5y2wO_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zaZ0vmAI9ds/s72-c/coinpurse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7591739116452599727</id><published>2008-01-10T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:50:06.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>She Is A Supermodel!</title><summary type='text'>This is in response to a post over on Rebel’s blog entitled “The cat knows what the cat knows”.  PD says that the cat may know what the cat may know but here’s what PD knows: after some quality time with a rawhide bone she’s not interested in having a photo taken showing her “bone boogers”.She is after all, a supermodel!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7591739116452599727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7591739116452599727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-is-supermodel.html' title='She Is A Supermodel!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R4byAS2wO-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/8bvN6QI6myo/s72-c/pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2171672456906793663</id><published>2008-01-09T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:16:50.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog rating'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Qualitfied To Read My Blog</title><summary type='text'>I ran across this little rating that determines the level needed to read my blog. I promise I didn't  pay anyone to get this rating, but unlike the grading system this widget doesn't tell you why you received the rating. I'm not a genius but I guess I can write things only a genius could understand? Thank goodness you guys are all geniuses!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2171672456906793663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2171672456906793663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-qualitfied-to-read-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m Not Qualitfied To Read My Blog'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3420852520191528126</id><published>2008-01-07T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:51:08.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.instant-hypnosis.com'/><title type='text'>Help With Your New Year's Resolutions.</title><summary type='text'>Weeeeelllll…today is January 7, 2008; we’re a week into the new year and how are those resolutions going?  I used to make resolutions faithfully every year; the amount of time I stuck to them would become less and less and I realized I wasn’t quite so resolved after all.Maybe you’re not like me, maybe you’re already full steam ahead with losing that first ten pounds, putting away the cancer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3420852520191528126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3420852520191528126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/help-for-your-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Help With Your New Year&apos;s Resolutions.'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R4Kcai2wO9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lL-bQ4VpQww/s72-c/year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8242011993639422600</id><published>2008-01-03T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:08:52.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unidentified remains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can You Identify Me? missing persons'/><title type='text'>The Best Blog You May Not Be Reading But Really Should Be!</title><summary type='text'>This is the logo for the blog, Can You Identify Me?,  the best blog you may not be reading but really should be. Can You Identify Me? is a blog that seeks to help identify some of the individuals  whose bodies  remain unclaimed because their identities cannot be established.As you read the various entries, you're given the details that surround the discovery of each person; what they may have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8242011993639422600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8242011993639422600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-blog-you-may-not-be-reading-but.html' title='The Best Blog You May Not Be Reading But Really Should Be!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R31V9y2wO8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2azi6Wh-6H8/s72-c/5562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5040764470548041551</id><published>2008-01-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:22:54.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landscape lighting'/><title type='text'>A Light For The Darkness</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone! The holidays are over and I'm actually happy about that...sorry to sound like Scrooge but all that obligatory gift giving is not my cup of tea.Of course there was the pressure to get the right gift for the right person (which I'm not immune to despite my gift giving"theory") and it made me remember a couple of Christmases ago and the gift we got for SO's parents.The "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5040764470548041551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5040764470548041551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/light-for-darkness.html' title='A Light For The Darkness'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R3wAjS2wO7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/FJjuDW1oW5g/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6764760207054506893</id><published>2008-01-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:39:07.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog rating'/><title type='text'>With A Little Study, I've Raised My Grade!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've had my little nose to the grindstone, blogging away, studying to raise my grade from  C-list blogger and finally:The further away I am from Kathy Griffin the better!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6764760207054506893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6764760207054506893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2008/01/with-little-study-ive-raised-my-grade.html' title='With A Little Study, I&apos;ve Raised My Grade!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4462801286835015573</id><published>2007-12-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:40:03.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrecard'/><title type='text'>Unrequited Blog Love</title><summary type='text'>By now I’m sure most of you know, or have heard about, Entrecard; I think it’s a good way to bring folks to your blog who may not have discovered you otherwise.Many people are coming by to drop cards so they’re only at your blog for a microsecond; but there are others like me who, as they’re whipping by, see something of interest and stop to read and comment. I’ve seen  posts on some blogs  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4462801286835015573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4462801286835015573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/unrequited-blog-love.html' title='Unrequited Blog Love'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R3V6Vy2wO6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lUJ7PX6ZDkQ/s72-c/entrecard_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5081992634142824735</id><published>2007-12-26T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:10:27.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP&apos;s 100th Post'/><title type='text'>MP's 100th Post!</title><summary type='text'>100th Post!Today marks my 100th post and it's been a wild ride. I'm still here, and maybe the two folks who read me every day are too.If you're still here, thank you. I hope I can continue to interest you with my outlook on the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5081992634142824735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5081992634142824735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/mps-100th-post.html' title='MP&apos;s 100th Post!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R3LeOS2wO5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PxVvYz9aQ4s/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4147347681405797583</id><published>2007-12-23T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:51:05.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings:Holiday Memories</title><summary type='text'>Picture this: Los Angeles, 1963, an adorable little girl stands looking at the Christmas tree, her mouth quivering. Why is this little darling standing there with one large wet tear running down her cheek?Because, there was one gift she wanted more than anything; more than the pony she asked for and didn't get the previous Christmas, what would make her tender young heart swell to overflowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4147347681405797583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4147347681405797583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-scribblingsholiday-memories.html' title='Sunday Scribblings:Holiday Memories'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R29Uji2wO4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/xbTmCR2US1M/s72-c/tcassini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5916094791412356679</id><published>2007-12-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:43:12.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PD'/><title type='text'>Non-Pet Owners, Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged</title><summary type='text'>Before we got PD, I had very definite ideas about what should and shouldn't be done as far as dog ownership was concerned.  I had friends who cooked for their dogs, put clothes on their dogs, let their dogs sleep on their beds and took their dogs for spa treatments. I'd look at them with my judgemental eyes and think: for Pete's sake, it's a dog!I was pretty strong about my beliefs. If I ever got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5916094791412356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5916094791412356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/non-pet-owners-judge-not-lest-ye-be.html' title='Non-Pet Owners, Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2dbny2wO2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/JgEivVH4vI4/s72-c/suki.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7503222994997569853</id><published>2007-12-18T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:52:46.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog rating'/><title type='text'>Now That's A Little More Like It!</title><summary type='text'>Now that's a little more like it. Awhile ago I wrote about my blog rating.  I was curious to see if my blog was still G-rated, and look!I'll take that; a little bit edgy but not enough to scare the animals!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7503222994997569853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7503222994997569853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-thats-little-more-like-it.html' title='Now That&apos;s A Little More Like It!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3721732413960573344</id><published>2007-12-17T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:19:29.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Verification'/><title type='text'>A Word About Word Verification</title><summary type='text'>Do you have word verification for comments enabled on your blog? Why?  Perhaps you know exactly why, to keep that automated spam off your site right?  If you're anything like I was though, you don't exactly know why. You read somewhere  it would keep spam off your site and it was a good thing to do, so you did it too.  Well,  if everyone else jumped off the roof...Word verification has been at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3721732413960573344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3721732413960573344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/word-about-word-verification.html' title='A Word About Word Verification'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5872192513613355329</id><published>2007-12-17T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:17:34.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webhostingchoice.com'/><title type='text'>Take Your Blog To The Next Level</title><summary type='text'>So...you've been blogging for a little while and you're thinking of taking it to the next level.  Maybe you're using Blogger to direct your blog to your domain but are ready to host it elsewhere; maybe you want a domain name and don't know what to do next; all these questions and more can be answered at: http://www.webhostingchoice.comThere are a couple of very cool things about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5872192513613355329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5872192513613355329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-your-blog-to-next-level.html' title='Take Your Blog To The Next Level'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3735068498846521463</id><published>2007-12-16T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:21:20.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: Dance, You Tube and Me</title><summary type='text'>So the prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings is "Dance".  At first I thought, "I got nothin". I used to love to dance but unfortunately these days, certain health concerns preclude my dancing, unless it's in a chair. I'll set a chair on fire with my moves I tell ya!So dance, what about dance? I was hopping around on Entrecard this morning and I came across a blog that had the following clip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3735068498846521463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3735068498846521463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-scribblings-dance-you-tube-and.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: Dance, You Tube and Me'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1291493140313895098</id><published>2007-12-15T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:38:29.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame Holiday Movies'/><title type='text'>Bah Humbug! Save Me From Holiday Movies!</title><summary type='text'>When I was a child I could rely on the usual Christmas programs every year;  How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer were the good ones, The King Family, (I never knew who these people were or why anyone cared)  Andy Williams, Perry Como, these were the ones I had to watch because my parents wanted to watch; It's A Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, these were the ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1291493140313895098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1291493140313895098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/bah-humbug-save-me-from-holiday-movies.html' title='Bah Humbug! Save Me From Holiday Movies!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2TU6S2wO1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uc-of2Ga1bE/s72-c/grinch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8571044069597465570</id><published>2007-12-14T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:23:11.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoon'/><title type='text'>One Of The Reasons I Won't Be Getting A Real Tree...</title><summary type='text'>Funny Pics at pYzam.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8571044069597465570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8571044069597465570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-of-reasons-i-wont-be-getting-real.html' title='One Of The Reasons I Won&apos;t Be Getting A Real Tree...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1550043019903867601</id><published>2007-12-12T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:59:07.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrecard'/><title type='text'>You Need Traffic? You Need Entrecard!</title><summary type='text'>In the prior post I made a reference about Entrecard and how addicting it is, now I'd like to talk a little about what Entrecard is.If you take a look at the widget directly under my header you'll see the Entrecard.  Entrecard is a new free service that is taking the internet by storm and it works like this: you create a small business card for yourself, the Entrecard, and with this you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1550043019903867601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1550043019903867601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-need-traffic-you-need-entrecard.html' title='You Need Traffic? You Need Entrecard!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2BBJJWH7pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fgzM5cA0O4s/s72-c/logo_and_header.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5553668291129195814</id><published>2007-12-10T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:50:17.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters - What&apos;s Your Holiday Stress Level?'/><title type='text'>What's Your Holiday Stress Level?</title><summary type='text'>Hey Everybody,I'm sorry I've been a bit MIA this past weekend; I signed up with Entrecard and that thing is more addicting than a $1000 a day crack habit.  Don't know about Entrecard?  Well I'll write more about that later.For now,  I'm just here to extend my apologies for not coming to your blogs to visit and share my rapier like wit. An extra big apology to my pal, Anonymous Boxer, who threw a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5553668291129195814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5553668291129195814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-your-holiday-stress-level.html' title='What&apos;s Your Holiday Stress Level?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1675101868071375318</id><published>2007-12-06T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:54:03.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP&apos;s Theory of Gift Giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: MP's Theory Of Gift Giving</title><summary type='text'>Well the holidays are upon us, it seems like only yesterday it was 102 degree heat (at least here in the LV), where does the time go?One of the elements that exists about the holidays,  and this is true regardless of which holiday you're celebrating, holidays involve gift giving. For some people the very idea of having to figure out what gift to give is enough to inspire hives; for others the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1675101868071375318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1675101868071375318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-scribblings-mps-theory-of-gift.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: MP&apos;s Theory Of Gift Giving'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R1j5fExBnxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HEeBDxy_dd8/s72-c/Present_01_128x128.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2746440516261632337</id><published>2007-12-06T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:14:16.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bettercaring'/><title type='text'>The Perils Of PD</title><summary type='text'>Oh boy, I had a little adventure with PD last night, the kind of adventure that can make you really take a look at your life.Last night PD was out in the backyard giving it the old looksee, she has recently discovered an area that she feels really deserves a closer look of the digging variety. Needless to say digging is not something SO and I approve of as PD sanctioned activities because, a) who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2746440516261632337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2746440516261632337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/perils-of-pd.html' title='The Perils Of PD'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4599157648872208146</id><published>2007-12-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:09:47.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyson vacuum cleaners'/><title type='text'>I Want The Absolute!</title><summary type='text'>When friends or relatives ask me what I want for Christmas I never know what to say. It's not that I don't have a list in my head of all the things I'd like, but that list is always subject to review before I answer the question and unfortunately found wanting.Some of the items on my list, like a new car or trip to Italy, are not really things I think someone else could buy for me; the people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4599157648872208146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4599157648872208146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-absolute.html' title='I Want The Absolute!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-380281019300099066</id><published>2007-12-04T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:12:58.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chanukah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanukkah'/><title type='text'>Happy Chanukah Or Hanukkah!</title><summary type='text'>Sundown today begins the eight day celebration of the Jewish holiday, Chanukah.I went to Catholic school for 12 years and in those days the Catholics were not about to give any press to any other religion or  their holidays.  You could watch Rudolph, Santa, and a Charlie Brown Christmas, but there were no TV shows about other religions holidays.The only thing I knew about Chanukah for many years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/380281019300099066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/380281019300099066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-chanukah-or-hanukkah.html' title='Happy Chanukah Or Hanukkah!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R1WUdUxBnwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fBMhurl5GMc/s72-c/menorah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5718428882383936055</id><published>2007-12-02T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:10:43.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top usa online casinos'/><title type='text'>It Doesn't Only Happen In Vegas!</title><summary type='text'>You've heard that tag line: "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?" The line is great because it leaves it open to interpretation what is being referred to, but surely a lot of what is being referenced is the gaming here.Now you may not always be able to get to Las Vegas, and even if you could, the traffic and the crowds would surely be a deterrent. What about some Vegas-like activity online? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5718428882383936055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5718428882383936055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-doesnt-only-happen-in-vegas.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Only Happen In Vegas!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-370131929362481323</id><published>2007-11-29T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:45:31.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters - What Holiday Are You?'/><title type='text'>Time Wasters:What Holiday Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Major holidays are coming up but apparently your personality type can make you a particular holiday. So... because I love my darling readers, AND I know a lot of you are reading me instead of working (you know who you are), I present to you, your time waster for today: What Holiday Are You?You Are EasterYou are an optimistic, hopeful, and genuinely sweet person.Sensitive and affectionate, you are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/370131929362481323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/370131929362481323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-wasterswhat-holiday-are-you.html' title='Time Wasters:What Holiday Are You?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4264625119161260881</id><published>2007-11-27T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:15:37.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always A White Christmas In Colorado</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is coming up pretty quickly. Whether you're thinking of your own holiday traditions such as tree trimming or Christmas card writing, or you're part of the "Day of Buying Nothing" crowd; you're certainly aware that there are very few days to the big event.As a child I watched the classic holiday movies such as “It’s A Wonderful Life”, “Miracle on 34th Street” and “A Christmas Carol” and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4264625119161260881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4264625119161260881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/always-white-christmas-in-colorado.html' title='Always A White Christmas In Colorado'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-483647012009542386</id><published>2007-11-25T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:12:45.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings: Misspent Youth? Hmmm...'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: Misspent Youth? Hmmm...</title><summary type='text'>Star Trek along with it's many variations; Star Trek, The Next Generation, Voyager, Deep Space Nine, Enterprise, are among some of my favorite TV shows.In an episode of Star Trek, The Next Generation, called "Parallels" one of the characters is caught in a space-time continuum which causes him to bounce continually between alternate realities. In various realities he's married to a colleague, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/483647012009542386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/483647012009542386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-scribblings-misspent-youth-hmmm.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: Misspent Youth? Hmmm...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-189600803189459869</id><published>2007-11-25T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:23:49.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Don't Know Nothing About Harry Potter</title><summary type='text'>My dear friend Tricia* has two sons aged 11 and 13. James*, Tricia's eldest, is a sensitive, creative boy who has the face of an angel and a dry wit.James and I began a conversation about Harry Potter, which I've never read, and he tried to discuss it without giving away what he considered to be pertinent points in Harry's story. James looked at me from beneath impossibly long eyelashes and said:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/189600803189459869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/189600803189459869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-know-nothing-about-harry-potter.html' title='Don&apos;t Know Nothing About Harry Potter'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-9149278190260089084</id><published>2007-11-24T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:23:00.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Readiness to be a pet owner'/><title type='text'>The "Joys" Of Pet Motherhood</title><summary type='text'>PD has been my fur daughter for a couple of weeks now and boy, am I having growing pains!When I was 20-years-old I purchased my first car, a shiny, new red, stick shift. I went with a friend; we knew nothing about negotiating and just said "ok" when told the price. I signed all the paperwork and got ready to take my new car home except there was one small problem: I couldn't drive a stick shift.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/9149278190260089084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/9149278190260089084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/joys-of-pet-motherhood.html' title='The &quot;Joys&quot; Of Pet Motherhood'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5272075107717748717</id><published>2007-11-16T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:44:19.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Music'/><title type='text'>Country Music</title><summary type='text'>If you know anything about me, you know that my music tastes are nothing if not eclectic.  I am a 49-year-old African American woman who likes all kinds of music. Really. Riding in a car with me can be annoying because I have no allegiance to any particular radio station; I hear one song I like and then switch stations until I hear another song I like.So...even though I have been  known to fire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5272075107717748717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5272075107717748717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/country-music.html' title='Country Music'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5310901108836751119</id><published>2007-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:38:24.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I'm A New Mother, I Need The Money!</title><summary type='text'>In September I found out what my blog was worth and that was pretty heady stuff. I was a brand new blogger and the amount was incredible to me. Well now that I'm a whole three months old, the blogging world is my oyster and here's what it's worth now-        My blog is worth $47,421.36.How much is your blog worth?Here's what I'd like to say now: SHOW ME THE MONEY!  There's a saying that goes: "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5310901108836751119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5310901108836751119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-new-mother-i-need-money.html' title='I&apos;m A New Mother, I Need The Money!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8790448840016488901</id><published>2007-11-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:07:15.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Dog'/><title type='text'>I'm A Fur Mom!</title><summary type='text'>As my wonderful readers know I've been ruminating about becoming a fur parent for a while now. I'd like to introduce you to my new baby.As she is in  Witness Protection she will be known in my blog as PD (perfect dog).Since she's been here, my life has become pretty different; walks, picking up poop, feeding schedules, holding her like a baby, laughing at her perpetual snarl (she has an under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8790448840016488901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8790448840016488901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-fur-mom.html' title='I&apos;m A Fur Mom!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/Rzk8J3yOS4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_stSdbDAhqg/s72-c/furdaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7387991787481996505</id><published>2007-11-11T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:28:42.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>The Pairs Meme</title><summary type='text'>So I was sitting around thinking; "gee I'd really like to do a meme" and here comes my friend Jean from A Great Pleasure to the rescue. Thanks Jean! This is the Two Things meme.Two names you go by:MenopauseprincessMPTwo things you are wearing right now:Horns like Flava FlavThe Hope DiamondTwo things you would want (or have) in a relationship:Couldn't just stop at two, but I've got them in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7387991787481996505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7387991787481996505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/pairs-meme.html' title='The Pairs Meme'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5172928084179663554</id><published>2007-11-09T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:46:11.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlirtVibes.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online dating'/><title type='text'>Love In The 2000's</title><summary type='text'>Ah the 80's,  that was my time!  I could and would dance for hours at a time, wore short skirts and low cut clothing with nary a second thought, and stay out all night then go to work.  Yes, I was the quintessential party girl!I dated a lot in those days (long before SO) and there was no such thing as internet dating; in those days there were personal ads in the newspaper. These ads were answered</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5172928084179663554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5172928084179663554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-in-2000s.html' title='Love In The 2000&apos;s'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RzVQnrneunI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vW6MkphFKNw/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-4233327987107253790</id><published>2007-11-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:00:53.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>How To Find The Right Dog</title><summary type='text'>SO and I  have begun the process of  looking for a fur baby, a dog  to be specific; and boy it is most definitely a process!   There's so much to learn about how  to find the right dog, one  thing is for certain, you'd better figure out what traits and skills you 'd  like  in  your pooch.I figure, if  the dog can drive a car he's pretty much golden!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4233327987107253790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/4233327987107253790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-find-right-dog.html' title='How To Find The Right Dog'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7104949338394407065</id><published>2007-11-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:21:56.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make money blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smorty'/><title type='text'>An Oasis In The Blogging For Money Desert--Smorty</title><summary type='text'>A little while ago, October actually, I wrote a post admitting that I would like to find a way to get paid for blogging.  In that post I related my frustration at having to wait until my blog was three months old before I could begin monetizing it.  I have been doing my homework while waiting my magical three-month-old birthday which happened a couple of days ago.The results of my research have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7104949338394407065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7104949338394407065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/oasis-in-blogging-for-money-desert.html' title='An Oasis In The Blogging For Money Desert--Smorty'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7477490893490016135</id><published>2007-11-06T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:09:57.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood stories'/><title type='text'>Puppy  Love</title><summary type='text'>While reading Nessa's post about her 8-year-old son's Secret Love, I thought of an amusing story of "puppy love" from my childhood.  I was in first grade and a mature and determined 6-year-old.I can't quite remember when I first saw Ricky*; it could have been out on the playground, it could have been during reading but most likely it was during math. I never liked math so I didn't pay much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7477490893490016135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7477490893490016135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy  Love'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-305657780638375317</id><published>2007-11-05T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:20:50.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SO&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Not Just Another Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is SO's birthday. We're supposed to treat this as just another day which means, no cake and ice cream, no presents, and no cracked voice rendition of "Happy Birthday" (why IS that note so high anyway).I am going to do my best to observe the edict, but it will be hard. It's really not another day, it's the day my best friend, playmate, confidant, lover, partner in crime, helpmate, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/305657780638375317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/305657780638375317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-just-another-day.html' title='Not Just Another Day'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/Ry9Q6dsvyfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y8jEEM8AO_0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-350314917027713760</id><published>2007-11-04T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:39:37.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Wasters - Underwear Oracle'/><title type='text'>Are You Wearing Underwear?</title><summary type='text'>Are you wearing underwear? Well I am, no commando here, but because I'm constantly on a journey of self discovery I couldn't help but wonder what the underwear oracle had to say about me.  What?  You didn't know there WAS an underwear oracle?  Well there is.What Your Underwear Says About YouYou like to think of yourself as innocent, even though you're not!You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/350314917027713760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/350314917027713760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-wearing-underwear.html' title='Are You Wearing Underwear?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6123392755853114059</id><published>2007-11-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:52:33.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>What's Up With  The Mysterious Phone Messages?</title><summary type='text'>There are some things that make me want to wail in frustration:-The latest episode of "I Love New York 2 ",-Blanket emails and,-MYSTERIOUS PHONE MESSAGES!You may be wondering what a mysterious phone message is, well allow me to illustrate;Picture this, Las Vegas 2007...The beautiful Menopauseprincess sits at her table, phone held to her ear, listening to her friend's outgoing voice mail message. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6123392755853114059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6123392755853114059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-up-with-mysterious-phone-messages.html' title='What&apos;s Up With  The Mysterious Phone Messages?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RyxEz9svydI/AAAAAAAAADs/q4LOzYTRKGs/s72-c/Ernestine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2024736932461080001</id><published>2007-10-31T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:56:33.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>I was given this  luscious Halloween Sweet Treat Award by my friends Trinity and Bobby. Today is Halloween and I wanted to pass on this award to all of the wonderful people, friends and lurkers, who graciously come and read my offerings. Thank you.SO and I will be doing Halloween Express. Halloween Express means we'll be decorating our home tomorrow during the day, eating, watching scary movies, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2024736932461080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2024736932461080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RygyHtsvybI/AAAAAAAAADc/Lu9rCCiBeLQ/s72-c/halloween%2Bsweet.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5184606193711591206</id><published>2007-10-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:41:15.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stolen content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Have I Hit The Big Time?  My Content Stolen By A Scraper Site!</title><summary type='text'>Oh I just really want to rant now!  The post directly beneath this one concerning the "Unsexy" Celebrities according to a certain magazine is listed on a site I've never heard of and allegedly written by someone I've never heard of.I learn something new every day in the blogosphere and so far it's been pleasant, this however just chaps my hide!  The little bit of research I've done leads me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5184606193711591206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5184606193711591206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-i-hit-big-time-my-content-stolen.html' title='Have I Hit The Big Time?  My Content Stolen By A Scraper Site!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-8950945559204175339</id><published>2007-10-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:58:52.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><title type='text'>Maxim's Top 5 Most Unsexy Women; It's Time For A Rant!</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't heard, Maxim Magazine, a kind of soft-core porn mag, has released a list of their Top 5 Most Unsexy Women; it's time for a rant folks. My first thought is: why is this list necessary?  SO says it's like being on Mr. Blackwell's Worst Dressed List, and there's no such thing as bad publicity, but is that really true?The list is comprised of:1. Sarah Jessica Parker2.Amy Winehouse3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8950945559204175339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/8950945559204175339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/maxims-top-5-most-unsexy-women-its-time.html' title='Maxim&apos;s Top 5 Most Unsexy Women; It&apos;s Time For A Rant!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7757539099332553508</id><published>2007-10-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:57:02.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doris &quot;Granny D&quot; Haddock'/><title type='text'>Doris "Granny D" Haddock</title><summary type='text'>Last week I wrote a post about the 85 year-old woman I met at the fitting room at Ross, and a couple of days later I saw a film about Granny D Haddock, a most remarkable 97 year-old woman. I'm sure the fact that these incredible women are crossing my path is no accident. I think that as I realize situations in which I'm not that girl anymore I'm being shown what kind of "girl" I can be.There is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7757539099332553508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7757539099332553508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/doris-granny-d-haddock.html' title='Doris &quot;Granny D&quot; Haddock'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5989771139441503306</id><published>2007-10-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:35:16.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Do These Pants Make Me Look Fat?</title><summary type='text'>Hey Everyone,Been down with a cold, so sorry. SO is keeping me drugged up with cold meds and I've managed to escape for a minute.  Enjoy the picture!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5989771139441503306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5989771139441503306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-these-pants-make-me-look-fat.html' title='Do These Pants Make Me Look Fat?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RyGJ5tsvyaI/AAAAAAAAADU/rbFwv-6kzbE/s72-c/1041c8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7255625224966605298</id><published>2007-10-23T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:05:24.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging: The Ability To Connect With People</title><summary type='text'>In early September I wrote a post entitled: "More Alike Than Unalike" which, on the surface, was about a reality show but was really about the similarities amongst people looking for love.The notion of "more alike than unalike" is something that I have been observing more as my journey through the blogosphere and the process of blogging continues. It is also this notion that I believe my friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7255625224966605298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7255625224966605298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogging-ability-to-connect-with-people.html' title='Blogging: The Ability To Connect With People'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/Rx-IdxBBgEI/AAAAAAAAADM/cMnXXNPuQZM/s72-c/ABloggingCommunityProject.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3954012092725209865</id><published>2007-10-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:46:26.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Here's What I Learned In The Fitting Room</title><summary type='text'>Today it was time for a little retail therapy and I was very much looking forward to it.  I had a couple of gift cards in my purse that were screaming to get out and I wanted to let them.I found myself at Ross Dress For Less. I really have to be in the mood to shop there; the merchandise is pretty much shoved onto racks with little rhyme or reason apart from sizing.  Today I was in the mood. SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3954012092725209865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3954012092725209865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/heres-what-i-learned-in-fitting-room.html' title='Here&apos;s What I Learned In The Fitting Room'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-343206893309507839</id><published>2007-10-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:19:13.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>And Now A Word To All The Lurkers</title><summary type='text'>There are as many types of people in the blogosphere as there are on the planet. There are funny people, happy people, angry people, depressed people; there are extroverts and the introverts and there are people with opinions about everything and people who keep their opinions to themselves. I just want to take a moment to speak to the last group I mentioned; in the blogoshpere we call them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/343206893309507839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/343206893309507839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-now-word-to-all-lurkers.html' title='And Now A Word To All The Lurkers'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6099653948555928874</id><published>2007-10-18T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:41:27.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings: I&apos;m Queen Of The World'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: I'm Queen Of The World!</title><summary type='text'>After much hard work I have finally been elected Queen of the World!    While I have only just ascended to this position I have been groomed for quite some time. I am, after all the Menopauseprincess.I have given much thought to the responsibilities and what would be my first act as Queen. My first proclamation is:There Shall Be No More Prejudice Of Any Type Anywhere!There shall be no more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6099653948555928874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6099653948555928874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-scribblings-im-queen-of-world.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: I&apos;m Queen Of The World!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RxhB8RBBgCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M5PodUE4CsA/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3302254843539529209</id><published>2007-10-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:27:40.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog rating'/><title type='text'>I've Just Got To Do Something About My Blog Rating!</title><summary type='text'>So I was over at my blog buddy, Herb Urban's blog and after a bit of excruciatingly painful laughter over his latest analysis of Grey's Anatomy, I had to leave.As I was leaving I noticed that he had a rating for his blog; a rating like films are rated. I won't tell you Herb's you'll have to go to his site to find out. I was excited to get my rating because I'm just so pithy and edgy (in my mind).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3302254843539529209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3302254843539529209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-just-got-to-do-something-about-my.html' title='I&apos;ve Just Got To Do Something About My Blog Rating!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-2430816379875479023</id><published>2007-10-16T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:42:03.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Matchmaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Blog Matchmaking</title><summary type='text'>Last week I gave out some awards to some of my blogging friends. The reason I did this is because I wanted to let these people know how much I enjoy their writing or how much fun I have when I visit their site.  SO asked me if it didn't devalue the award if so many are given out; my answer to that is no. I think if people didn't care about their writing being appreciated, they'd write in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2430816379875479023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/2430816379875479023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-matchmaking.html' title='Blog Matchmaking'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RxVXrxBBgAI/AAAAAAAAACs/JsSkYHhdNdc/s72-c/0511-0702-2812-4926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-5337034923373051151</id><published>2007-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:33:27.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Color Crayon Are You?'/><title type='text'>What Color Crayon Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Hey Everyone,I have missed you but I was up until 6:00 a.m. working on a last minute project and to say I'm fried like a piece of bacon would be an understatement.Still, you have been on my mind and I'd like to give a little something to play with: The What Color Crayon Are You Quiz.You Are a Yellow CrayonYour world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors.You have a thoughtful and wise way about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5337034923373051151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/5337034923373051151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-color-crayon-are-you.html' title='What Color Crayon Are You?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1324777516056954481</id><published>2007-10-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:53:23.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom&apos;s cooking'/><title type='text'>Mom's Cooking</title><summary type='text'>My mother was born in South Carolina and like most mothers, her cooking style was all her own. I don't know how much of the region was present in her food; it was just "mom's cooking".My mother tried to teach me to cook as a young girl but I was having none of what I perceived as her efforts to steer me in a woman's role direction.  I would have a bright successful future and not mess around with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1324777516056954481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1324777516056954481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/moms-cooking.html' title='Mom&apos;s Cooking'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1281365259689510136</id><published>2007-10-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:04:28.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wussification of vampires'/><title type='text'>The Wussification of Vampires</title><summary type='text'>My fascination with vampires began with Dracula, he of the widow's peak and and shiny black cape. I was too young to really understand all that blood drinking and swooning but there was something interesting about him. People were afraid of him, whole villages actually, but the ladies still had a thing for him.A few years later I would discover "Dark Shadows" and Barnabas Collins. I was a still a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1281365259689510136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1281365259689510136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/wussification-of-vampires.html' title='The Wussification of Vampires'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1144675156510861573</id><published>2007-10-09T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:35:45.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favicon'/><title type='text'>Complete Your Blog Look-Add a Favicon</title><summary type='text'>Around the blogosphere all the cool kids seem to be investing a lot of time (and maybe some money) into changing the look of their blogs.  Whether they're searching for a new template or background, adding new graphics or changing fonts, people are looking for the thing that makes their blog memorable. If you've spent all that time trying to "individualize" your blog why not go one step further </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1144675156510861573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1144675156510861573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/complete-your-blog-look-add-favicon.html' title='Complete Your Blog Look-Add a Favicon'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-79762999509628723</id><published>2007-10-09T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:47:06.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Addicted To Blogging Are You? quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>How Addicted To Blogging Are You?</title><summary type='text'>SO enjoys telling me that I'm addicted to blogging (which is somewhat accurate).  Imagine my delight when I discovered a way to actually quantify it. Um 65%, that's not so bad right? Right?So what about you? How addicted to blogging are you?65%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?JustSayHi - A Free Dating Website</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/79762999509628723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/79762999509628723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-addicted-to-blogging-are-you.html' title='How Addicted To Blogging Are You?'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1013471053525845520</id><published>2007-10-08T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:52:31.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BreakOut Blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging That Hits The Mark'/><title type='text'>"I'd Like To Thank All The People That Made This Possible..."</title><summary type='text'>Last week was the two month birthday of "I'm not that girl anymore..." and I had a bit of a party here, at least that's what RJ said in the comments. Interestingly enough, I received a special gift on that day, the beautiful Nice Matters award. My friend Jean from A Great Pleasure gave me this and I couldn't be happier. I would like to pass this award on to:OnetenthJosie Gypsy - even though she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1013471053525845520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1013471053525845520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/id-like-to-thank-all-people-that-made.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d Like To Thank All The People That Made This Possible...&quot;'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/Rwp4FLTmPaI/AAAAAAAAACU/3Z5VTgxjzEw/s72-c/Niceawards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-1132842744911000920</id><published>2007-10-07T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:52:45.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet friends'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><summary type='text'>While waiting for the weekend re-broadcast of "General Hospital" (yeah, I said it!) this commercial came on and I wanted to share it with you.  I think if you come here every now and again it's because you find me mildly amusing and for that,  I thank you.Think of this as a little valentine to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1132842744911000920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/1132842744911000920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-6823820289479569318</id><published>2007-10-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:06:31.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry--I&apos;m Not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: Sorry--I'm Not!</title><summary type='text'>On my visit to obtain the prompt for the week, there was this note on the Sunday Scribblings door:Sorry, folks. Meg and I are both out of town this weekend and will not be able to put up links -- I think this is the first time in 80 weeks that we've both been traveling on the same weekend! We will be back next week with a great prompt. Hope you all have a fabulous weekend and we'll see you soon! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6823820289479569318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/6823820289479569318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-scribblings-sorry-im-not.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: Sorry--I&apos;m Not!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-3885211877696348542</id><published>2007-10-05T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:34:34.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Word Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Mini Interview with Josie-One Word Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>There's been some fun stuff going on in the blogosphere, or at least the little portion of it I circle. It's the newest thing that all the cool kids are doing.My friend Josie of Picking Up Pieces sort of started it; she was interviewed by another blogger and enjoyed it so much she decided to extend an invitation to her readers to be interviewed if they wanted. Quite a few brave souls rushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3885211877696348542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/3885211877696348542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/mini-interview-with-josie-one-word.html' title='Mini Interview with Josie-One Word Wednesday'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-9026627851515136665</id><published>2007-10-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:09:47.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Potato Story'/><title type='text'>The Potato Story</title><summary type='text'>Hello Friends, as promised, The Potato Story.I grew up in what is now known as South Los Angeles, South Central or Watts depending on which channel is reporting the news. The area is now primarily known for being dangerous, a place that you have to be extra aware of your surroundings but when I was a child that area was a regular, integrated, working class neighborhood. Children could and did go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/9026627851515136665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/9026627851515136665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/potato-story.html' title='The Potato Story'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RwSNGQdFBVI/AAAAAAAAACM/_Ul9dvQMVAw/s72-c/food058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7845142581284025820</id><published>2007-10-03T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:56:07.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not That Girl Anymore two month birthday'/><title type='text'>I'm not that girl anymore is two months old today!</title><summary type='text'>It seems like only yesterday that I wrote my first post explaining what "I'm not that girl anymore..." meant. I've written a number of posts since that first one and you have been kind enough to join me in my journey, for that I thank you.Being two months old in the blog world is interesting; I've made some wonderful new blog friends and learned a bit more about the blogosphere but I'm still not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7845142581284025820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7845142581284025820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-that-girl-anymore-is-two-months.html' title='I&apos;m not that girl anymore is two months old today!'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/RwPXgAdFBUI/AAAAAAAAACE/NqIRubuxS5Q/s72-c/ballons.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7073997345588427667</id><published>2007-10-01T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:29:51.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Fingernails'/><title type='text'>Super Long Fingernails?  I'm just saying...</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever wish you could see through the eyes of another person?  Ever wish you could see what they see?  What makes them wear certain things, do their makeup a certain way, wear their hair in a certain style?  Well I sure do, but because I'm not that girl anymore, I try not to pass judgment on the appearance of others.But hell, I'm only human, and not blind.So.... I'm tooling down the aisles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7073997345588427667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7073997345588427667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-long-fingernails-im-just-saying.html' title='Super Long Fingernails?  I&apos;m just saying...'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7104221942367571304</id><published>2007-09-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:44:35.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Powerful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Power of Pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Sunday Scribblings: Powerful, The Power of Pretty</title><summary type='text'>The other day it was time to take the car for an oil change, so down to the local Jiffy Lube I go.As anyone knows, taking the car to have any type of mechanical work done is a pretty casual affair and I was dressed appropriately. Once arriving at Jiffy Lube I pulled my car into the bay; a young man approached, informed me that it would be about 25 minutes and invited me to have a seat in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7104221942367571304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7104221942367571304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-scribblings-powerful-power-of.html' title='Sunday Scribblings: Powerful, The Power of Pretty'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297784477453563429.post-7815755273433171596</id><published>2007-09-27T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:09:48.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mastectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast Cancer'/><title type='text'>The First Time I Saw A Mastectomy Scar</title><summary type='text'>Soon a movie will be airing on Lifetime Television entitled: "Matters of Life and Dating". The film stars Ricki Lake as a cancer survivor who has had a mastectomy and must wrestle with how to negotiate the dating world.The first time I saw a mastectomy scar  was in 1999, and it stands out as one of the most impactful experiences I've had to date.*Jane was a member of the spiritual group I belong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7815755273433171596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297784477453563429/posts/default/7815755273433171596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intga.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-time-i-saw-mastectomy-scar.html' title='The First Time I Saw A Mastectomy Scar'/><author><name>Menopauseprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080440559723645848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4to9GO1QlbY/R2IU9y2wO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRntf8zAADM/S220/intga_pic_125_x_125.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
