<?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-5559656</id><updated>2012-01-05T11:11:59.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marsha Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>What's happening or not</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-8795037381624590309</id><published>2008-04-19T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:03:47.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When last we met ....</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I just couldn't resist the title line.I finally heard from Robert this morning. I think, only because I sent him a text last night telling him, he needed to watch the minutes on the cell phone. Otherwise, I'm not sure he would have called me. And, I am not calling him at this point because I just can't do it right now.He said, do I really have to watch the minutes? I said yes, I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/8795037381624590309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=8795037381624590309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/8795037381624590309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/8795037381624590309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-last-we-met.html' title='When last we met ....'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-423501987958055932</id><published>2008-04-17T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:16:50.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest news</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since my last update and it's time to let you know what's been happening.I know I haven't posted any pictures from Becky's vacation and I'll try to get to it but there are no promises. We had a great time and I was tired by the time she went home.My friend Maggie has been having some major medical problems lately. She has had a terrible pain on the side of her face. She thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/423501987958055932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=423501987958055932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/423501987958055932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/423501987958055932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/04/latest-news.html' title='The latest news'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-3402669021164433942</id><published>2008-03-20T05:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:09:57.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - so far</title><summary type='text'>Becky is down this week and we have been keeping busy. Of course my shop-a-holic has been shopping. She has finally found an Easter outfit that she can also wear to mulitple functions so she is happy. And I'm happy because we don't have to go from store to store looking for something for her to wear.Monday we went to the Aquarium at Fort Fisher. It's been years since either of us have been to an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/3402669021164433942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=3402669021164433942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/3402669021164433942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/3402669021164433942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation-so-far.html' title='Vacation - so far'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-7953161368782857202</id><published>2008-03-08T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:14:25.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Aren't Here</title><summary type='text'>Well, Robert called this morning and the phone call turned quickly into an arguement. I guess the only good thing was, he didn't get off the phone immediately and that was the only good thing   The conversation started off normally but quickly took a turn for the worse. He asked me if I was set up wireless. He knows the answer but of course he needs to ask.  I told him I was and he asked if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/7953161368782857202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=7953161368782857202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7953161368782857202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7953161368782857202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-arent-here.html' title='You Aren&apos;t Here'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-1804464842346211226</id><published>2008-03-03T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:41:25.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Shooting</title><summary type='text'>There was another shooting today. This one in West Palm Beach Fl, at a Wendy's.People died and the shooter killed himself and many were injured. What is this world coming to when we have these mass shootings every time we turn around.What is so bad that people go out and shoot up a room full of people that they don't even know.If you happen to read the boards on the news sites, it amazing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/1804464842346211226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=1804464842346211226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/1804464842346211226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/1804464842346211226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-shooting.html' title='Another Shooting'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-5275070339917584792</id><published>2008-03-01T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:02:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Week</title><summary type='text'>Though the week started off very good with the tutoring, it ended on a somewhat sad note.I am a member of "saferoom", it is a group that I belong to which has been around for about 10 years.One of the founders of the group, had a condition which caused her a lot of head and neck pain. And probably pain that even went down her spine. I don't remember the name of the condition but the only way to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/5275070339917584792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=5275070339917584792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/5275070339917584792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/5275070339917584792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/03/tough-week.html' title='Tough Week'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-2479372879591924607</id><published>2008-02-27T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:26:18.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutoring Week 1</title><summary type='text'>I started tutoring a 43 yr old male this week. He reads at about a second grade level.It still amazes me that there are so many adults out there that were pushed through school or never made it through school. That is all changing, one person at a time. And it is a wonderful feeling to be able to help someone how to read and write.This first week we did a little "get to know you" stuff.One of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/2479372879591924607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=2479372879591924607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/2479372879591924607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/2479372879591924607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/02/tutoring-week-1.html' title='Tutoring Week 1'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-4872055105324161187</id><published>2008-02-23T05:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:51:16.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been since December!</title><summary type='text'>It's been since the beginning of December since I've sat down to let everyone know what's been going on. Partially because it's just the same old stuff.Robert is still in CT and doesn't understand what I try to tell him. I'm still trying to get him to understand how I feel about all of this and he can't seem to see past it. I see an email or snail mail going to him shortly spelling it out clearly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/4872055105324161187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=4872055105324161187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/4872055105324161187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/4872055105324161187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-since-december.html' title='It&apos;s been since December!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-7211436581912204832</id><published>2007-12-09T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:16:58.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactions with the cops</title><summary type='text'>Over the past three days, I have had 2 interactions with the cops. One in Wilmington and one in Leland.One Friday morning, I had therapy at 8 a.m.  My therapist was running late so I decided to try to door to the building to see if it was open. If not, I would ring the bell and wait to see if someone answered it. When I checked the door handle, it was locked but when I pushed on the door, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/7211436581912204832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=7211436581912204832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7211436581912204832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7211436581912204832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/12/interactions-with-cops.html' title='Interactions with the cops'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-6540885213524466124</id><published>2007-11-27T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:43:21.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since this is actually read ...</title><summary type='text'>Since this is read and I don't type just for the heck of it, I'll try to do a real update this time. Just keep in mind that I'm suffering from a case of CRS.I'm in a funk these days. Thanksgiving plans - all of them, fell through, though it was no ones fault. But the holidays can put in me in funk all by themselves. But to put the icing on the cake, on Sunday it was 5 years since my mother passed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/6540885213524466124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=6540885213524466124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/6540885213524466124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/6540885213524466124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/11/since-this-is-actually-read.html' title='Since this is actually read ...'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-864614693196655839</id><published>2007-11-25T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:23:49.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Read This.</title><summary type='text'>It has been forever since I've posted but since no one has mentioned it, I guess no one is really reading my Blog.Stuff has been happening but mainly, I'm tired and stressed these days.I suppose if you are really interested in what has been happening you can post a reply and I will write more.  This way I'll see if anyone is really reading this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/864614693196655839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=864614693196655839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/864614693196655839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/864614693196655839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-anyone-read-this.html' title='Does Anyone Read This.'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-3263230282009341074</id><published>2007-08-05T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:35:45.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh that Darn Medical Stuff</title><summary type='text'>So, it seems everytime I go to the doctor, something has to be out of whack. I guess I wouldn't be me if that wasn't true.My regular doctor (Melissa) is on Maternity leave so I saw Jeremy this time to review my labs and talk about what's going on. The good news is I lost more weight. The bad news is my A1C level went up. Strange but true.The other bad news is my BP was up. Yup, way up there at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/3263230282009341074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=3263230282009341074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/3263230282009341074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/3263230282009341074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-that-darn-medical-stuff.html' title='Oh that Darn Medical Stuff'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-7355837900973386686</id><published>2007-07-08T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:46:56.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Marches On</title><summary type='text'>Things have been a little busy around here lately as I try to stay on top of everything that is going on.Everything with my surgery went fine. I went to my follow-up appointment and all was well. Unless I have any problems, I don't have to go back to see him until next year.My friend Maggie (who has Lupus), was in the hospital for about a week but didn't tell any of us until after she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/7355837900973386686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=7355837900973386686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7355837900973386686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7355837900973386686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-marches-on.html' title='Time Marches On'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-42977520483728066</id><published>2007-06-22T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:53:32.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I noticed that I haven't updated this since April. I guess it's time since it's now getting near the end of June. Where does the time go?I still haven't gotten a new therapist or dentist. On my to do list but they haven't been the priority recently. I do need to get busy on these since I do believe it's time to get this taken care of.I took a cruise in May and had a good time. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/42977520483728066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=42977520483728066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/42977520483728066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/42977520483728066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/06/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-6391948831876389034</id><published>2007-04-20T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:01:06.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to stop the Killings</title><summary type='text'>Everyone wants to know how do we stop the killings. They try to get inside the heads of these kids who go and shoot up school campus'.Doesn't it all begin at home. Doesn't it all start with open communication and parents who care, support and who are there for their children? Children should not be afraid to go to their parents if things are going wrong. Children should not be afraid to go to any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/6391948831876389034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=6391948831876389034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/6391948831876389034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/6391948831876389034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-stop-killings.html' title='How to stop the Killings'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-1094857251693237286</id><published>2007-04-18T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:20:27.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VT Tech Killings</title><summary type='text'>The needless killings this week at VT could have been prevented if everything that everyone tried to do over the past couple of years would have worked. People tried to get this guy help and it always fell through or he didn't follow through.I am not backing him up in any way but he was obviously very distribed and needed psych help which he refused to get on his own. He either knew how to play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/1094857251693237286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=1094857251693237286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/1094857251693237286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/1094857251693237286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/04/vt-tech-killings.html' title='VT Tech Killings'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-7004723402365192510</id><published>2007-03-26T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:49:17.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Time for an Update</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I've updated so I thought it was to catch everyone up on what has been happening.Health This just continues to be so much "fun". Between Melissa and Dr. Vogel (GYN), I am now trying to quit smoking again. Pretty much I need to quit before I go get "gutted". Dr. Vogel tells me that is really my only risk for the surgery. Surgery - you are wondering?!  Yes, I am going to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/7004723402365192510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=7004723402365192510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7004723402365192510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/7004723402365192510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-time-for-update.html' title='Just Time for an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-8886239247330946730</id><published>2007-03-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:43:04.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger things can happen</title><summary type='text'>I always read the obits in the Hartford Courant since it's one way that Iwill find out information that I may otherwise never learn.Today, I learned my "fathers'" wife passed away on Saturday. No big deal to me. I met her once or twice and it was many years ago. She is someone I don't know and never had a desire to get to know. Out of curiosity I read the obit and I found out that I was listed as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/8886239247330946730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=8886239247330946730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/8886239247330946730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/8886239247330946730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/03/stranger-things-can-happen.html' title='Stranger things can happen'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-4705920686086830561</id><published>2007-03-03T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:19:05.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I've updated and I thought with all the "fun" I've been having I would give it a shot.Doctor update:I've seen Melissa a couple of more times since I've last posted.  She has increased my Blood Pressure medication and she has put me on Byetta for the Pre-diabetes.  I've had to make major changes to the way I eat by being on the med. I take a shot and have to eat about an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/4705920686086830561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=4705920686086830561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/4705920686086830561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/4705920686086830561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-116677782541075094</id><published>2006-12-22T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:57:05.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Be Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is just around the corner - where has the time gone?I still have presents to wrap, though just a few. Becky will be down after Christmas and we'll go shopping and she'll get to pick out her present(s). Though I did get her a couple of little things. I'll be going to Cami's for the day and I picked her up a couple of small things.This year I put up a tree because it was something I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/116677782541075094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=116677782541075094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116677782541075094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116677782541075094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-to-be-christmas.html' title='Getting to Be Christmas'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-116445059056001729</id><published>2006-11-25T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T05:29:50.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week at Work</title><summary type='text'>One would think that being a short work week (we only had to work 3 days), things would be fairly laid back and easy. After all half the people were out.Boy, were we in for a big surprise. Monday was a "normal" work day. Pretty much uneventful. Same crap from the customers, same crap that had to be taken care of.Tuesday morning I logged on early since we had to see why a client didn't get their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/116445059056001729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=116445059056001729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116445059056001729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116445059056001729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-week-at-work.html' title='This week at Work'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-116320951677262896</id><published>2006-11-10T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:45:16.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Doctors</title><summary type='text'>I had 2 doctors appointments this week. How does one person get so lucky.My first appt was with my new pdoc or actually the PA that works in the office. He is very nice and knows my PA that is my PCP. Of course they were running behind but after he picked up my chart, it was about a 1/2 hour before he came out to get me. The receptionist told me he had my chart and she didn't know what was taking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/116320951677262896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=116320951677262896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116320951677262896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116320951677262896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-on-doctors.html' title='More on Doctors'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-116188701276829304</id><published>2006-10-26T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:23:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Doctors</title><summary type='text'>Met my new PA for Internal Medicine yesterday. Did the basic new patient appointment and reviewed my medical history, and there is enough to keep her busy for awhile.She was curious as to why I wasn't on meds for cholesteral - told her my doc didn't want to put me on any more meds.  She informed me that they wouldn't interact with my psych meds at all.I also found out that "white coat" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/116188701276829304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=116188701276829304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116188701276829304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116188701276829304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-doctors.html' title='New Doctors'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-116018539049532285</id><published>2006-10-06T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:43:10.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with People these days?</title><summary type='text'>What is wrong with people these days? There have been so many killings. People going into schools and shooting innocent children. Lately I've read more and more cases of child abuse  - physical in nature where the child has died. These are little kids, that did nothing wrong. Senators behaving in ways that are not appropriate. Every where you look these days, someone is doing something they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/116018539049532285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=116018539049532285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116018539049532285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/116018539049532285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-wrong-with-people-these-days.html' title='What is wrong with People these days?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-115972676764134327</id><published>2006-10-01T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:19:27.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I've posted. Since I didn't go back and read my last post, if any of this is duplicated - sorry, you'll just have to put up with it.I'm in NC, in the house and somewhat settled in. There are still boxes all over that need to be unpacked and I still don't know where some of the things are going.But I'm HERE!!!!!  I'm working from home and things are working out great on that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/115972676764134327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=115972676764134327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115972676764134327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115972676764134327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-115629397961207954</id><published>2006-08-22T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:46:19.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><summary type='text'>Today was my last day of work until 9/6 when I start working from home in NC.Work has really sucked lately. I have been stuck working on some stuff, that though it isn't that hard, I was just dumped into with little to no direction because the other person who works on it, has been stretched to thin. To make it more fun and interesting, we end up having to change the same programs and jobs so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/115629397961207954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=115629397961207954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115629397961207954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115629397961207954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/08/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-115439242340343364</id><published>2006-07-31T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:33:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For an Update</title><summary type='text'>It's been some time since I provided an update and there's been a whole lot going on. Some of this really belongs on my other Blog but I have enough trouble keeping one updated, never mind two.My house is under deposit and the buyers have until 8/8 to secure a mortgage. From what my realator tells me, everything is on track and there shouldn't be any problems. The currently scheduled closing date</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/115439242340343364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=115439242340343364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115439242340343364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115439242340343364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-update.html' title='Time For an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-115120160549581959</id><published>2006-06-24T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:13:25.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Update - and other stuff</title><summary type='text'>I think I'll start with the other stuff.  I went to the doctor for my post op check up on Thursday and all is well. Now, I get to do something I don't do well at all - wait and see what happens. See if the D&amp;C fixed the problem. If I start bleeding heavy again, I'm going to have a fit!  Enough of this already!  He can just make it all go away. I don't want to have to move and still have a problem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/115120160549581959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=115120160549581959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115120160549581959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/115120160549581959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationship-update-and-other-stuff.html' title='Relationship Update - and other stuff'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114997630548888307</id><published>2006-06-10T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:51:49.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN ARE JERKS!  (but we already knew that)</title><summary type='text'>We'll get to the men soon....It's been a trying couple of weeks for me and they just don't seem to end. There is always something going on which adds more stress and challenges (is this really the right word?) to my life.They hired someone at work to take over the 'crappy' system that I work on. We were suppose to start documenting it and I was also suppose to start training him on the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114997630548888307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114997630548888307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114997630548888307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114997630548888307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/06/men-are-jerks-but-we-already-knew-that.html' title='MEN ARE JERKS!  (but we already knew that)'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114886404473964465</id><published>2006-05-28T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:54:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time no Post</title><summary type='text'>I was informed tonight (by Bernie) that I hadn't updated my blog in a long time so I thought I should at least come out here and provide some sort of an update.I've been trying to keep my head above water at work. Things have been crazy and busy. There are days I don't know which way is up. The good news is we are getting a new person on Tuesday that I will be training to take over some of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114886404473964465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114886404473964465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114886404473964465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114886404473964465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time no Post'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114635691021445834</id><published>2006-04-29T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:28:30.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I spelled out what I needed</title><summary type='text'>Robert stopped by this morning.  It seems he has been trying to call me since Wednesday and hasn't been able to get in touch with me. Now, I haven't received any calls from him on my cell phone but he did say his phone was acting up some. I called him on Wednesday and he said he called me back 20 minutes later but I didn't get the call.  As much as I didn't try to do this, maybe now he knows what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114635691021445834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114635691021445834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114635691021445834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114635691021445834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-spelled-out-what-i-needed.html' title='I spelled out what I needed'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114442492216864011</id><published>2006-04-07T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:48:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling and Moving</title><summary type='text'>It's time for an update on how things are going in respect to moving.My house will be on the Market at the end of next week.  We have not set an actual selling price yet but the high end the real estate agent feels I can put it on the market for is 226,600. We will work out all the details next Thursday when she comes over to fill out the paper work and take pictures.I'm still in the process of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114442492216864011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114442492216864011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114442492216864011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114442492216864011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/04/selling-and-moving.html' title='Selling and Moving'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114368213147944429</id><published>2006-03-29T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:28:51.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing of a Good Man</title><summary type='text'>Wayne passed away on Sunday, the day after Patricks' birthday. Eileen told me that for the last couple of days that Wayne was alive he didn't have any blood pressure but he kept breathing. Wayne had Alzheimers (sp). It would have been 10 years this June. He was so full of life before he got sick and he was so young. He was only 63 when he passed away. The disease started slow but picked up speed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114368213147944429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114368213147944429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114368213147944429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114368213147944429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/03/passing-of-good-man.html' title='The Passing of a Good Man'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114168798029508322</id><published>2006-03-06T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:33:00.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be one of the top 10 Tacky B-day cards!</title><summary type='text'>My birthday is just around the corner and even though I don't talk to my family and I've made it clear to them I don't want anything to do with them, my "sister" and "father" feel they must send cards for my b-day and Christmas.I received a card from my "sister" today. Probably one of the better cards she sent since it was very plain and if she would have just left it at that, all she would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114168798029508322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114168798029508322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114168798029508322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114168798029508322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/03/must-be-one-of-top-10-tacky-b-day.html' title='Must be one of the top 10 Tacky B-day cards!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-114021749029553511</id><published>2006-02-17T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:04:50.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "JOY" of Relationships</title><summary type='text'>This has been a difficult week, at best. Robert and I have been at odds over a number of things and the tension just seems to grow.He is finally getting over having pneuonia and getting his strength back and I think that has something to do with the way things have been. Yes, we've had problems in the past but this time it has been worse.To do a quick sum of what is happening - what it comes down</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/114021749029553511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=114021749029553511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114021749029553511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/114021749029553511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/02/joy-of-relationships.html' title='The &quot;JOY&quot; of Relationships'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113978917549990908</id><published>2006-02-12T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:06:15.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting off Ironing!</title><summary type='text'>What I should be doing right now is ironing. I just can't get myself to do it right now. I've been "decluttering", otherwise known as packing so I can get my house on the market. This is otherwise made fun by the pain in my knee that just gets worse during the day by the more that I do. The thing is, I haven't figured out how to get things done without doing them myself. Yup, I can ask for help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113978917549990908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113978917549990908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113978917549990908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113978917549990908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/02/putting-off-ironing_12.html' title='Putting off Ironing!'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113883564943529683</id><published>2006-02-01T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:14:09.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><summary type='text'>Already it's Feb. 1st. How did that happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that it was the first of the new year? Where does the time go and why does it have to go by so fast?I have started packing/decluttering and sometimes I think there will never be an end to how much stuff there is in this house. Of course there is 20 years of stuff to go through. I am attempting and so far I am actualling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113883564943529683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113883564943529683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113883564943529683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113883564943529683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113789351248986716</id><published>2006-01-21T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:31:52.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><summary type='text'>A lot is happening in my life right now and I think it calls for an update.Robert and I are going to be moving to North Carolina this year.I spent the past week interviewing Real Estate Agents. Talk about taking in more information than one can absorb at a time. I talked with 4 agents and now to review the data and decide which one to use.The "fun" is about to begin. It's time to unclutter the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113789351248986716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113789351248986716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113789351248986716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113789351248986716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-for-update_21.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113789349015825190</id><published>2006-01-21T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:31:30.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><summary type='text'>A lot is happening in my life right now and I think it calls for an update.Robert and I are going to be moving to North Carolina this year.I spent the past week interviewing Real Estate Agents. Talk about taking in more information than one can absorb at a time. I talked with 4 agents and now to review the data and decide which one to use.The "fun" is about to begin. It's time to unclutter the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113789349015825190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113789349015825190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113789349015825190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113789349015825190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113676034127194286</id><published>2006-01-08T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:45:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><summary type='text'>It's 8 days into the new year and I've yet to update everyone on what is happening. First of all, I ran into Debbie at the grocery store today. Okay, I didn't actually run into her, but I almost had to trip her so she would see me. She lives in her own little world in the grocery store, I can't imagine how she knows what she is buying. I managed to avoid my shopping for about 20 more mins while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113676034127194286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113676034127194286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113676034127194286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113676034127194286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-113491079965516064</id><published>2005-12-18T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T07:59:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is only about 7 days away and I haven't finished my Christmas shopping yet.  This is NOT like me.  This means I need to go into stores when they are crowded and I hate the thought of doing that. The good news is, I don't need that much and if I don't get everything, it will just wait. I can't deal with shopping at this late date and I started to late to do everything by mail. Oh well, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/113491079965516064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=113491079965516064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113491079965516064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/113491079965516064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-almost-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112910859145754662</id><published>2005-10-12T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T04:16:31.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professionals or NOT?</title><summary type='text'>Are there really any professionals left out there?I've had a leak in my bathroom ceiling.  The company I've been dealing with have tried the smaller cheaper fixes (which I agreed to), why replace the roof if you don't have to.  We thought the leak was fixed and except for repainting the bathroom ceiling, they had the ceiling patched and the work was done.Well, the rain over the weekend has proved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112910859145754662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112910859145754662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112910859145754662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112910859145754662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/10/professionals-or-not.html' title='Professionals or NOT?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112880280171115740</id><published>2005-10-08T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:20:01.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Put 48 Pounds of ...</title><summary type='text'>How do you put 48 pounds of shit ... sorry, I mean how do you put 48 hours of work into a 40 hour work week?That is the question that we were basically asked by the director of our area this week.  What they really mean is - if you can't take on more work and do it right, we will just have to outsource the work.  We were told on Thursday that as the Production Support area we will be taking on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112880280171115740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112880280171115740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112880280171115740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112880280171115740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-put-48-pounds-of.html' title='How to Put 48 Pounds of ...'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112629125064497827</id><published>2005-09-09T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:40:50.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><summary type='text'>There were 5 of us from AMES that showed up at Cindy's wake last night.  The family was surprised that people who hadn't associated with in in 10 - 15 years would even remember her, never mind show up at her wake to pay their respects.Her husband remembered a couple of us.  Her parents and brothers never met us but we stood there and tried to figure out when Cindy had left AMES because they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112629125064497827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112629125064497827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112629125064497827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112629125064497827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112614206177057525</id><published>2005-09-07T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:14:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><summary type='text'>I get up every day and log on to check my email and read the obits before going to work.  Yes, I read the obits.  It is the only way that I will know anything about anyone that I know from when I was growing up.  Also, a friend of mine has been trying to win the battle with cancer - she lost that battle on Sunday and it was in the obits today.  It's a hell of a thing to read on 4:30 in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112614206177057525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112614206177057525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112614206177057525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112614206177057525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112518140594595307</id><published>2005-08-27T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:23:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The College Freshman</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Becky is at College and has been there since Tuesday when her father and step-mother moved her in.  I talked with her briefly today and she was off with some of the other girls, or should I say, young adults, and was down in Bridgeport.  One of the girls in the dorm comes from Bridgeport and they are staying the night at her house and they were all checking out the boats.  Tough life they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112518140594595307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112518140594595307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112518140594595307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112518140594595307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/08/college-freshman.html' title='The College Freshman'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112242578661268438</id><published>2005-07-26T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:56:26.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye</title><summary type='text'>I was chatting with my cousin from Florida the other day and she was saying how she was remembering all the summers she spent at our house when we were growing up (all I remember is one).  She thinks it would be a good idea to get her daughter and my daughter together so they can get to know each other.  Stranger request if you ask me.  The 2 young ladies haven't seen each other since they've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112242578661268438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112242578661268438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112242578661268438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112242578661268438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-112147493180921885</id><published>2005-07-15T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:48:51.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You know?</title><summary type='text'>That when you are in REM sleep you are suppose to be paralyzed from the neck down!  I didn't know that until last night when I went for my sleep study and it was explained to me.  Though some of us during REM sleep actually move around.  This just means that our bodies aren't getting the rest that is needed so we can function properly the next day.The sleep study:  I can't even tell you how many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/112147493180921885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=112147493180921885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112147493180921885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/112147493180921885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did You know?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-111970232839899298</id><published>2005-06-25T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:25:29.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise Says ....</title><summary type='text'> I don't know if you've heard or read any of what Tom Cruise has said about the use of Anti-depressants or other psyciatric drugs but this has angered me.  He feels they don't help, they actually hurt people in the long run.  There are natural products that can help and the meds just mask/or help you cope with what is going on. Well, I thought the whole point of the meds was to make life easier, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/111970232839899298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=111970232839899298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111970232839899298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111970232839899298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/06/tom-cruise-says.html' title='Tom Cruise Says ....'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-111718566614131532</id><published>2005-05-27T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:38:20.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Re-lived</title><summary type='text'>First of all my therapist, Pam, told me last night that I need to book another cruise since I'm doing so much better than when I left. Now, to figure out where to go and see if I can afford to do this. I can always find the vacation time - just need to work around other peoples vacations.My first comment is, if you live close to the port of embarkation, take a Limo and save yourself the hassle of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/111718566614131532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=111718566614131532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111718566614131532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111718566614131532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/05/vacation-re-lived.html' title='Vacation Re-lived'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-111378463802791000</id><published>2005-04-17T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:37:18.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So where have I been?????</title><summary type='text'>So, where have I been?  What makes you think that I am back?  I'm still wandering around looking for me.  But even if I don't find me, come May 13th, I will be on the Carnival Legend in NY leaving on a cruise! !  Yes, people, it is that close and I can't wait for a well needed vacation.  It's been about 2 years since I last went on a cruise and a lot has happened in that time.  I need some "me" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/111378463802791000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=111378463802791000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111378463802791000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/111378463802791000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-where-have-i-been.html' title='So where have I been?????'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-110811845988572550</id><published>2005-02-11T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T05:40:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><summary type='text'>There hasn't been a whole lot going on overall but to keep you up to date on the few things that have been going on, it's time to update everyone. My friend Maggie (who has Lupus) has found out that her 23 yr old daughter also has  Lupus.  They had her daughter tested about 6 months ago and all was well.  And because she wasn't improving (headaches and joint/muscle pain), they had her retested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/110811845988572550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=110811845988572550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110811845988572550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110811845988572550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/02/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-110569916496607138</id><published>2005-01-14T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T05:39:24.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be sending a Letter</title><summary type='text'>I saw my therapist last night and she is not discouraging me about sending the letter to my aunt.  All she is asking is, I wait a couple of weeks to make sure I'm stable after having a hard time.  She doesn't want this to toss me right back where I was and I can't argue with her.  I also need to talk to Robert and let him know what I'll be doing.  I'm not sure he'll understand my need but I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/110569916496607138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=110569916496607138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110569916496607138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110569916496607138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-will-be-sending-letter.html' title='I will be sending a Letter'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-110544079245981831</id><published>2005-01-11T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T05:53:12.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - The Holiday Season is OVER</title><summary type='text'>I am happy to say that the holiday season is over.  I enjoyed Thanksgiving and Christmas with Bernie at her parents house.From the middle of November even until now, I've been having a hard time.  It's a very tough time of the year for me, as it is for most survivors.  It has been made more difficult by the passing of my mother in Nov 2002.  It seems a lot of the feelings and emotions that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/110544079245981831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=110544079245981831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110544079245981831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110544079245981831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-holiday-season-is-over.html' title='Finally - The Holiday Season is OVER'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-110310141207567774</id><published>2004-12-15T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T04:03:32.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year Again (Sigh)</title><summary type='text'>The holiday season is in full swing and I'm just waiting for it to be over with.  This is a hard time of year for me and a number of my friends.  We are counting down the days until they are over with.I started having a hard time right before Thanksgiving when the 2nd anniversary of my mothers' death, snuck up and hit me fairly hard.  I didn't expect all those feelings to hit me since they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/110310141207567774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=110310141207567774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110310141207567774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110310141207567774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-that-time-of-year-again-sigh.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year Again (Sigh)'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-110013931580890945</id><published>2004-11-10T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:15:15.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Special Title - Just a Long time since an update</title><summary type='text'>It has been way too long since I've updated my blog.  I have finally decided to take the time and post some of what's been going on.My daughter has decided to apply to Grove City College in PA, for early decision and we should know a little after 12/15 if she will get in under early decision or not.  If not, we will need to sit down and get her going on filling out additional applications.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/110013931580890945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=110013931580890945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110013931580890945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/110013931580890945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-special-title-just-long-time-since.html' title='No Special Title - Just a Long time since an update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-109339657886995690</id><published>2004-08-24T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:16:18.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it really be?</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I see my lawyer to sign the Deed and any other papers that may be required so my "sister" can have the her closing on Friday and the 19 month process of having her buy out my share of the property will be over.It has been a long 19 months with many, many ups and downs but soon, the final tie will be broken and I will not have to deal with her any more. The next step in all of this will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/109339657886995690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=109339657886995690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109339657886995690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109339657886995690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/08/could-it-really-be.html' title='Could it really be?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-10924787986500358</id><published>2004-08-14T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T18:39:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><summary type='text'>Medication - I am now off antipsychotics. After the bad reaction I had to abilify and having to stop the med, I am doing good without them. I have learned to pull out my skills when I need them (something I couldn't have done a couple of years ago) and keep myself stable.As far as any pain goes, there are times my knees still hurt but for the most part all the pain associated with the medication </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/10924787986500358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=10924787986500358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/10924787986500358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/10924787986500358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-109133367397666375</id><published>2004-07-31T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:14:33.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Joint Pain and .....</title><summary type='text'>I don't really have much to report except that I did go to the doctors yesterday and he sent me for x-rays of my hands/fingers, knees and ankles.  He also send me for a number of labs.  They are: Lyme disease, CBC w/diff, C-reactive Protien, Rheumatoid Factor and Sed Rate.  I had all this done on Friday after I left the doctors office.  I am hoping that he gets everything back early enough on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/109133367397666375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=109133367397666375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109133367397666375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109133367397666375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/07/update-on-joint-pain-and.html' title='Update on Joint Pain and .....'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-109121519035241418</id><published>2004-07-30T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T14:19:50.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JOINT PAIN</title><summary type='text'>I went to see my PCP today about the joint pain that I'm still having.  There are a number of joints that are still bothering me and making me very uncomfortable. Any way, he is doing a bunch of test and x-rays before he determines what is going on.I had x-rays done of my wrist and fingers, knees and ankles.I also had blood test done.  There are for Lyme disease, c-ractive protein (whatever that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/109121519035241418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=109121519035241418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109121519035241418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109121519035241418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/07/joint-pain.html' title='JOINT PAIN'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-109091283561246971</id><published>2004-07-27T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T02:20:35.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>I started taking Cogentin today to counter the side effects of the Abilify.  It takes 24  - 48 hours for this med to start taking effect.  I hope this works, I'll give it about 3 days to see if it will start working, if not it's off to see my PCP to see if anything else is going on.  I am trying my best not thinking about what else it might be because just my luck it is something else but one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/109091283561246971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=109091283561246971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109091283561246971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109091283561246971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-109080700565587597</id><published>2004-07-25T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T20:56:45.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad and The Ugly</title><summary type='text'>The good and bad are easy, there isn't anything to report.The ugly has reared it's head this week.  I switched from Seroquel to Abilify and that all appeared to go well.  My thought process was in take (no comments from the peanut gallery - you know who you are!!).  Well, just because the thought process works doesn't mean the med is good for you.  I personally like to get the uncommon/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/109080700565587597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=109080700565587597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109080700565587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/109080700565587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad and The Ugly'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-10904633137270313</id><published>2004-07-21T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T02:04:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a really long time</title><summary type='text'>It's been so long, it's hard to know where to start.  I'll probably just jump around as I think of things so none of this will be in any order. Work has been a real Bitch this past week or so because of the projects that I'm working on.  One of the projects has gone into the production this past weekend, the other was suppose to go into production in August but won't be going in until September</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/10904633137270313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=10904633137270313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/10904633137270313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/10904633137270313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-been-really-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a really long time'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108837368663797630</id><published>2004-06-27T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:01:26.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening</title><summary type='text'>First an update on what is happening with my sister:  Not a lot these days.  They finally got around to filing the paper work in Probate Court last week.  It can take up to 6 weeks for the whole process to take place.  I can't wait for this to be over.  You know they put this off on purpose.  I wonder is she is going to have to re-apply for her loan because they took to long to apply.  I'm sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108837368663797630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108837368663797630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108837368663797630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108837368663797630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/06/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s been happening'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108789787743374243</id><published>2004-06-22T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T04:51:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and their pain</title><summary type='text'>I'm not even sure how to really start this.  I want to sit here and cry right now after reading an email from a friend.I have one friend who has Lupus and a growth on her bad Kidney which is being treated with low dose Chemo.  They increased the Chemo dose because her blood work didn't come back as good as they hoped.  If the med doesn't work, they will have to try and get her strong enough for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108789787743374243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108789787743374243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108789787743374243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108789787743374243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/06/friends-and-their-pain.html' title='Friends and their pain'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108720999808512720</id><published>2004-06-14T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:32:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning</title><summary type='text'>It's Monday and I have the day off.  I had originally planned to take the day for myself but instead I will be heading down to Willimantic and going to the Probate Court to find out what is exactly going on with all the property stuff.  I did find out on Friday that the paper work was recently filed but they were too busy to give me any more information.  I will get there early and get in and out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108720999808512720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108720999808512720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108720999808512720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108720999808512720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/06/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108640968912871832</id><published>2004-06-04T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T23:28:09.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><summary type='text'>I just finished chatted with a good friend friend of mine.  About 3 weeks ago her nephew, who was one day shy of his 30th birthday passed away from a lethal combination of medication and drinking.  He went out to celebrate his b-day with his buddies.  It was the first time he was on medication.  I don't know yet exactly what he was one and I have no idea how much he drank but the world is now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108640968912871832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108640968912871832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108640968912871832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108640968912871832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108467274191770185</id><published>2004-05-15T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T20:59:01.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin?!?!?!?</title><summary type='text'>Thursday morning I received a call from the lawyer I've been using since the start of the legal process with my "sister".  It seems that my "sisters" lawyer called him to let him know that my "sister" really does have a committment from the credit union and to give my lawyer the name of the the lawyer handling the closing and his number.  My lawyer was going to call this lawyer.  As of now, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108467274191770185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108467274191770185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108467274191770185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108467274191770185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108444044325819678</id><published>2004-05-13T04:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T04:27:23.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>On Monday at 11:30 a.m., I smoked my last cigarette.  That was the last one that I had and I am not going to buy anymore.  So far so good.  No cravings, just added anxiety.  Just what I need, more anxiety in my life.  But, I have a stress ball and other things I can use to keep my hands busy during the day at work.  It's a little harder when I get home but, I'm managing okay.  The hardest times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108444044325819678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108444044325819678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108444044325819678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108444044325819678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108388692833308395</id><published>2004-05-06T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:45:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of relief</title><summary type='text'>I went to see the other lawyer today and have set things in motion that only Judy can stop.The first thing that needs to happen is a Title Search.  They need to make sure there are no liens against the property, mainly tax liens if she hasn't been paying the property taxes.The lawyer will then send her a letter (and copy the attorney she has been using) concerning the partition action.  10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108388692833308395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108388692833308395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108388692833308395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108388692833308395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/sense-of-relief.html' title='A sense of relief'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108362224538675766</id><published>2004-05-03T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:13:40.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to change your mood in less then 2 mins</title><summary type='text'>In my case, all it took was a call to  my lawyer.  He has heard nothing from my sisters lawyer since a  week ago, this past Friday.  Can anyone explain why it takes over a week to get a copy of a commitment letter from the Credit Union?  There is no explaination.  My lawyer was going to call the Bitch's lawyer and get back to me.  As of now, I have heard nothing.  This is not good news.I called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108362224538675766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108362224538675766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108362224538675766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108362224538675766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-to-change-your-mood-in-less-then-2.html' title='How to change your mood in less then 2 mins'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108346041487428214</id><published>2004-05-01T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:16:43.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday should be interesting at work</title><summary type='text'>On Monday, we are going to work, keeping our heads down and doing our work.  We aren't going to do anything to upset our boss.  He is going to be pissed off enough when he gets into work.First of all, he took Friday off as a vacation day.  We needed him to do that.His boss is getting tired of his bitching and complaining.  Our boss has some very strange habits and issues that we have learned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108346041487428214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108346041487428214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108346041487428214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108346041487428214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/monday-should-be-interesting-at-work.html' title='Monday should be interesting at work'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108345963619477833</id><published>2004-05-01T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:03:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Year Blimp</title><summary type='text'>No - The Good Year Blimp hasn't been flying over Bloomfield, it's the way I've been feeling lately.It doesn't seem to matter what I eat or how much I eat, I can't lose weight.  I gain a few pounds and lose a few pounds.  But, I always seem to gain more then I lose.  I hate this crap.  I'm tired of not being able to lose weight.Some of this is because of my medications.  The one med that makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108345963619477833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108345963619477833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108345963619477833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108345963619477833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/05/good-year-blimp.html' title='The Good Year Blimp'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108279832420382021</id><published>2004-04-24T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T04:21:45.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you believe - the start of good news</title><summary type='text'>My lawyer called yesterday at about 5:30 pm.  He thought he would make my weekend just a little nicer.The bitch's lawyer called him yesterday to let him know that she had a commitment from the Credit Union for the money.  I don't know what type of loan she has taken out and I don't really care as long as I get the amount that we proposed to them since they never came back to say they did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108279832420382021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108279832420382021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108279832420382021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108279832420382021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/04/would-you-believe-start-of-good-news.html' title='Would you believe - the start of good news'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108250820627087210</id><published>2004-04-20T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T19:46:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadline - come and gone</title><summary type='text'>As most of you could have guessed, the deadline for my sister to contact us with either proof of having financing or an agreement to sell the house has passed without a word.  My lawyer faxed a letter to her lawyer yesterday as a reminder but has yet to receive a response to that.My lawyer recommended a lawyer to handle the litigation, who happens to be in Bloomfield but he is on vacation this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108250820627087210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108250820627087210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108250820627087210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108250820627087210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/04/deadline-come-and-gone.html' title='Deadline - come and gone'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108167471015095641</id><published>2004-04-11T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T04:14:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I've provided an update to everything going on in my life.  So, I thought it was time.The Continuing Saga...The Bitch has one more week to either show proof that she has financing or sign an agreement to sell the house.  If either of those 2 things don't happen, it's time to start the court process.  Something that I'm not going to be very happy about doing at all.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108167471015095641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108167471015095641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108167471015095641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108167471015095641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-108016899263008634</id><published>2004-03-24T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:59:03.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><summary type='text'>I met with my lawyer today after work to discuss what the next step(s) are.  Yesterday he sent a fax the the Bitch's lawyer letting her know we were going to meet to discuss a partition action (similar to a foreclosure) and if they had made any headway.  He received a fax back letting him know that my "sister" had applied for a mortgage and would know something in 2 weeks.  For those who know my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/108016899263008634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=108016899263008634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108016899263008634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/108016899263008634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/03/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107895702015740979</id><published>2004-03-10T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:19:16.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delima</title><summary type='text'>First a quick update on what is happening with my sister - nothing!  How's that for quick?  I called my lawyer this morning and they haven't heard anything since last week.  He is also reading between the lines and figures that they must be going ahead and getting the loan.  It would be nice to know where it all stands but as my lawyer reminded me - they seem to be working on their own time table</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107895702015740979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107895702015740979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107895702015740979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107895702015740979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/03/delima.html' title='Delima'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107836040197599371</id><published>2004-03-03T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:35:31.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest EXCUSE</title><summary type='text'>My lawyers office called today and they finally heard from my sisters' lawyer.  It only took 2 weeks for her to return his call.Anyway - the latest excuse for things being held up is:  My sisters' lawyer is waiting to hear from my sister with the last name of someone that she wants to give $10,000 to.  Yes, that is what my lawyers office told me.  Seems like her credit must not be as bad as she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107836040197599371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107836040197599371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107836040197599371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107836040197599371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/03/latest-excuse.html' title='The latest EXCUSE'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107767318137936189</id><published>2004-02-24T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:41:42.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity 101 - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Just so you all don't think I'm the only one that does really stupid things that can't be explained, here's another story I would like to share.  I'm not going to name the person, that wouldn't be nice.Person A had been running errands with her mother and stopped at the store.  Now keep in mind that her mother is sitting in the passenger seat and does not drive.  When Person A came out of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107767318137936189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107767318137936189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107767318137936189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107767318137936189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupidity-101-part-2.html' title='Stupidity 101 - Part 2'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107718674864683635</id><published>2004-02-19T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T05:34:24.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From My Mini-Vacation</title><summary type='text'>I came home yesterday from my mini vacation totally exhausted but I had a great time.On Sunday we went to Atlantic City for about 4 hours and then we out to eat at Big Ed's.  Great BBQ rib place.  All you can eat ribs.On Monday, Sharon and I planned a route to go looking for Lighthouses.  I like lighthouses and she likes taking pictures so it works out well.  We had a wonderful time acting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107718674864683635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107718674864683635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107718674864683635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107718674864683635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/02/back-from-my-mini-vacation.html' title='Back From My Mini-Vacation'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107689974474855060</id><published>2004-02-15T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:50:56.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity 101</title><summary type='text'>Can any of you beat this for stupid things "I" have done?I was getting ready to leave on Saturday afternoon/early evening to go to Sharon's and then we were headed to NJ to spend a few days with Julie.I was running behind schedule and not being fully focused on what I was doing (making sure I had everything I needed and thinking out some things that Robert and I talked about) when I got into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107689974474855060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107689974474855060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107689974474855060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107689974474855060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupidity-101.html' title='Stupidity 101'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107602897981240896</id><published>2004-02-05T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:58:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I realized tonight</title><summary type='text'>I was making some notes befoe therapy tonight and realized that despite or because of all the crap that has happened in my life, I'm who I am today.  I am most likely a much stronger person then I would ever have been if I didn't need to go through this healing process.  Not that I wish this upon anyone but throughout the years I have struggled to rebuild my life and I can honestly say that I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107602897981240896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107602897981240896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107602897981240896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107602897981240896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-i-realized-tonight.html' title='What I realized tonight'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107564314585112482</id><published>2004-02-01T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T08:47:23.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Courage</title><summary type='text'>I sucked up all the courage I had yesterday, after many hours of internal struggle, and gave Robert my razor blade.  It was one of the hardest things I had to do.  In a way it was giving up a safety net.  Not that I was going to use it, but it was always there.  I knew if things ever got really bad, I could turn to it.  I wasn't suppose to but I could and deal with the consequences later.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107564314585112482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107564314585112482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107564314585112482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107564314585112482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/02/trust-and-courage.html' title='Trust and Courage'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107516125416542391</id><published>2004-01-26T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:55:45.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washing Machine Caper</title><summary type='text'>I started my laundry yesterday, just like any other Sunday but, shortly there after the washing machine started to make this terrible noise (somewhat like when it's out of balance).  Knowing that it shouldn't be out of balance based on what I had in the washer, I went to check it out.  What I found was the clothes just spinning around instead of aggitating like they should.  I speard the clothes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107516125416542391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107516125416542391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107516125416542391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107516125416542391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/washing-machine-caper.html' title='The Washing Machine Caper'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107490365554979751</id><published>2004-01-23T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:22:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appraisal Report</title><summary type='text'>I received my appraisal report yesterday by fax and received the hard copy today.I'm very happy with the professionalism with the place that I used.  The appraisal was done on Tuesday and the appraiser had a question and the report was completed yesterday.The appraisal I received was $11,000 more then the one done by my sister.  This one also included the items that I indicated as missing from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107490365554979751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107490365554979751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107490365554979751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107490365554979751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/appraisal-report.html' title='Appraisal Report'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107433543787930319</id><published>2004-01-17T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T05:32:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><summary type='text'>Things have calmed down a bit in my life for right now.Robert and I have been talking a lot and taking things slowly.  We are going to really give this relationship thing a try.  Robert is committed to staying here and he is the one I really want to be with.  He is not pushing me to make any decisions that I'm not ready to make and we both know that making a relationship work, will take work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107433543787930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107433543787930319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107433543787930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107433543787930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107381377794725367</id><published>2004-01-11T04:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T04:37:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Happenings</title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty stressed out these days with things that are going on in my life but, that doesn't seem to be anything new.  I seem to be running in a stressed out state lately.  I hoping that it ends someday soon.I have adjusted to the new medication and I'm no longer bouncing off the walls and for the most part I'm sleeping fairly well.  It's too soon to tell if it's really working or not.  In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107381377794725367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107381377794725367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107381377794725367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107381377794725367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/current-happenings.html' title='Current Happenings'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107312368055047088</id><published>2004-01-03T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T04:55:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><summary type='text'>This is a test since my post from yesterday didn't show up.    I don't know why, maybe this will help</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107312368055047088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107312368055047088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107312368055047088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107312368055047088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107308589732698928</id><published>2004-01-02T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T21:26:16.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Medication</title><summary type='text'>Everyone knows how much I enjoy taking more medication.  I started the synthroid for the Hypothryroidism yesterday.  Some of the side effects for this med are:  headache, nervousness, trembling, sweating, increased appetite, diarrhea, weight loss and insomnia.  The rare side effect for this med is some hair loss but it is only during the first few months of starting it.Just because I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107308589732698928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107308589732698928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107308589732698928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107308589732698928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-medication.html' title='New Medication'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107280956663343980</id><published>2003-12-30T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:40:31.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News for a Change</title><summary type='text'>It's day 364 of 2003 and I have finally gotten some good news.  I received the results of my biopsy today (unfortunately the doctor left a message at my house so I didn't get to talk to him) and everything is OKAY.  I'll call him on Friday to find out what is exactly going on.  As long as there are no problems, I'm in no rush.  I also want to find out if the fibroid is causing any of the pain in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107280956663343980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107280956663343980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107280956663343980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107280956663343980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/good-news-for-change.html' title='Good News for a Change'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107252529240532284</id><published>2003-12-27T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T06:42:34.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Happened to Professionals Acting Like Professionals</title><summary type='text'>As you know I received a copy of the appraisal on Monday and it came in lower then expected.  I have looked at the appraisal more closely since then and have found there are errors with the report and things missing as far as I am concerned.I have a copy of the revaluation assesement done by the town and it states the house has 8 rooms.  The room count on the appraisal says 4 and where the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107252529240532284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107252529240532284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107252529240532284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107252529240532284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/whatever-happened-to-professionals.html' title='Whatever Happened to Professionals Acting Like Professionals'/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107213652472554856</id><published>2003-12-22T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T18:43:02.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A mircale of sorts has happened but it was short lived.The long awaited appraisal has finally arrived.  I guess the appraiser does know how to use a fax machine after all.  He did not send it as he promised Friday afternoon but this morning.Anyway, I am not a happy camper.  The appraisal came in a lot lower then I thought it would based on some research that I had done.  This means I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107213652472554856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107213652472554856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107213652472554856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107213652472554856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/mircale-of-sorts-has-happened-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107185373200731191</id><published>2003-12-19T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:09:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have received the name and number of the appraiser from my lawyer's office.  The appraiser still has not returned any of the calls from my lawyer's office and they are happy to let me try to contact him.  I don't really expect to get any further but it can't hurt to give it a shot.I located the web site for the appraiser and even though I didn't need to request a new appraisal be done, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107185373200731191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107185373200731191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107185373200731191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107185373200731191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-received-name-and-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107183026547507210</id><published>2003-12-19T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T05:38:39.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday.  Yes, yesterday was one day that goes down as very painful, physically and emotionally.  I went to the GYN for a Vaginal Ultrasound.  That by itself isn't so bad.  If found it a little uncomfortable but  some woman, don't feel anything at all.  Then they did a Sonohistograph (or something like that, I can't find the paper I wrote the name on).  Basically what they do is put sterile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107183026547507210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107183026547507210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107183026547507210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107183026547507210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107159457938061379</id><published>2003-12-16T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T12:10:30.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a few weeks it will be one year since I started the process to have my sister buy out my half of the property which we hold jointly.  To date, we are no further along then we were then except, the appraiser says he has done the appraisal.  My lawyer said he must be chipping it out of granite because he can't seem to get us the few sheets of paper that the appraisal is printed on.I wonder if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107159457938061379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107159457938061379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107159457938061379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107159457938061379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/in-few-weeks-it-will-be-one-year-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-107079298041522997</id><published>2003-12-07T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T05:30:22.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are pretty stressful for me right now, but when aren't they.  I went to the GYN on Friday, not exactly one of my favorite things to do, but I've been having problems and my therapist has been pushing me to go.  And, it's something I really needed to do.Well, in 2 weeks I get to have an ultrasound, which really doesn't thrill me.  If they find anything, which he doesn't expect at all, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/107079298041522997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=107079298041522997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107079298041522997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/107079298041522997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/12/things-are-pretty-stressful-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-106977951361772851</id><published>2003-11-25T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T12:50:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the 1 year anniversay of my Mother's passing.  I don't miss my Mother.  I don't need to grieve her passing.  What I need to grieve is all those things I didn't get in my childhood that I didn't get and can't get back.  I can't fill that void in my life no matter how hard I try.  No one can replace what was lost.Moving on, things with my sister haven't changed.  Because this is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/106977951361772851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=106977951361772851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106977951361772851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106977951361772851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/11/today-is-1-year-anniversay-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-106761779000303354</id><published>2003-10-31T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:29:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I looked at my Blog this morning and couldn't believe it's been a whole month since I posted anything.  Does that tell you how exciting my life is?First of all, for those of you who know that I work for Travelers Ins. Company, they did reorgs and layoffs this week.  My job is safe and I get to go to work on Monday (I've been on vacation this week).  I knew the layoffs were coming and I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/106761779000303354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=106761779000303354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106761779000303354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106761779000303354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-looked-at-my-blog-this-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559656.post-106467137028773020</id><published>2003-09-27T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T09:02:50.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi all.  I thought it was time to give an update since I do have some information to tell.First of all I received a nice surprise at work yesterday.  I received a raised, effective 10/1.  My boss actually sent me a note and said we could talk about it if I wanted.  But he said, that I had been doing good work on both the system I normally work on and the one I get assigned to a lot.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/feeds/106467137028773020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559656&amp;postID=106467137028773020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106467137028773020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559656/posts/default/106467137028773020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macrec.blogspot.com/2003/09/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12096551032234656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
