1BEARWIFE   78,128
SparkPoints
60,000-79,999 SparkPoints
 
 
1BEARWIFE's Recent Blog Entries

Bossy Daughter Says "NO!"

Monday, September 14, 2009

THIS is my darling, sweet, shy, mousy daughter. Can you tell from the photo that I am joking?

I have been really doing well with earning fitness points, and my body shows it. EXCEPT for my arm flaps.

Arm flaps are the nemisis of all women. They serve no purpose, they don't ask to come aboard, and just jiggle around. Unless of course, I put on an arm killing long sleeve top of one sort of another, which holds down the jiggles, but brings numbness to the fingers.

My flaps could qualify as wings. I am aware that if I hold my arms straight out from the sides and a big wind blows, I will probably take off.

I have seen all thos exercises that claim to make the flaps go away. I have read those articles that say your body chooses where to loose its' stored fat. Why is it that by doing all these exercises the flaps don't go down??

I can lose fat in my feet and ears, for Pete's sake, but whatever was God thinking about when He decided the backs of women's arms would be a good fat depository??

Maybe that decision falls under the category of Male Thinking and Getting Even.

So here is my situation. Bossy Daughter says I can't count any work out points for cutting my own hair, even though it causes me to keep lifitng those flaps for a good half hour, which is more torture than water boarding. No wonder I don't like getting my hair cut. I do it better than most people, but avoid it like the plague because of those damned heavy flaps.

Now I ask YOU! Don't you think she is just being plain ole MEAN?? I think so.

But I can't convince HER! Remember, she and Ms. Smarmy are on the same side. One yammers at me to do the right thing while the other just stands there, smirking in her perfect body. They both need sound slapping.

If I did that, though, I would lose favor in my son in law, (He who believes anything I do is just fine) too big of a risk. He is my main supporter, never finds fault in anything I do, and has the greatest smiles for me.

Sometimes DH sides with Bossy Daughter and Ms. Smarmy. Then I am in REAL trouble! I can't rely on Winsten or the catty girls to come to my rescue, either.

Yesterday I did three miles on my walk, bringing my walking challenge total for the month of September up to 26. Then I gardened for 3 1/2 hours, getting beds ready for winter. That in itself is no easy task, and my hands are destroyed.

Today I am getting out the rake and shovel and going to really clean my house, getting it all fixed up for Autumn. I will cut my hair today, and NOT count those points (even though I believe them to be legit!) and I will play the Oldies Rock and Roll loudly while I do all of it.

Can I wear the pedometer while I am working?? Huh? HUH? Pretty Please????

  
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

SUZY6281 9/17/2009 1:44PM

    Umm.. I'm pretty sure that lifting arm flaps is in the same category with cross training...

I'd count it, but then again, I don't have bossy daughter watching me.

suzy

Report Inappropriate Comment
SCOUTHARPS 9/15/2009 12:03AM

  I'm afraid i would have to apply for membership! Bossy Daughters think they know it all, and I have one too! However, she is the one who got me here, and is my biggist cheerleader.

Report Inappropriate Comment
GEINAHG0757 9/14/2009 12:48PM

    My daughter calls mine my "chicken wings"! Great blog...got my day off with a laugh.

emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
RENA1965 9/14/2009 12:30PM

    lol flapping my wings here too!

Report Inappropriate Comment
THOMS1 9/14/2009 12:01PM

    I always wear my pedometer when I work. A person is supposed to get over 10,000 steps in a day and I get at least 7500 of those on my three mile walk every morning so I wear my pedometer all day long to make sure I get in at least 10,000 steps. And no, I don't think you can count cutting hair as fitness minutes, but standing does burn calories. I have arm flaps to and don't really know how to get rid of them. I wonder if they do a surgery for that. Maybe when I lose the rest of my weight............ emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
KONASUN 9/14/2009 12:00PM

  Good idea, an "arm flapping" group. Need to find great ways to rid us of them.

Report Inappropriate Comment
LOVESCAMPING 9/14/2009 11:58AM

    Sandi, you are so funny. You are always trying to sneak points and miles in for your activities. Hey, if were up to me, I'd say go ahead and add them. There is an online site that will calculate calories for dozens of everyday activies though. Small consolation, but you could at least count how many calories you're burning. Personally I think holding your arms up for a half hour could be some kind of isometric or strength training exercise.

Report Inappropriate Comment
GERIKRAGH 9/14/2009 11:55AM

    You are too funny. We should start an "arm flapping" club.


Report Inappropriate Comment


Bossy Daughter Saves Me From Myself!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Today, during our online Scrabble game, I let Bossy Daughter know that I didn't feel like walking today. She set me straight......AGAIN!

She let me know that I WILL walk today, and that I am making so much progress and how proud of me she is. She also told me to get a haircut.

Now you KNOW, don't you, that I almost NEVER go against Bossy Daughter. The wages are too high. By doing what she tells me to do, peace and quiet reigns. But NOT doing what she tells me to do, all hell can break out any moment!

So I read a SP article on Walking Workouts with Intervals and print it out. I get on my shoes, find the pedometer and the timer, and head out.

I do the beginner workout. It's where we alternate bursts of high intensity followed by lower intensity for periods of time. I did that.

I am not gifted in using gadgets. So I keep screwing up with the timer. I will have to have DH teach me how to use that simple tool.

I kept shutting it off and sending it back to start, getting momentarily frustrated, but then remembered that I also have my pedometer on, tracking my distance. I derive comfort from that.

To the best of my knowledge, I did the right stuff on the Interval thing. I began with the five minute warmup walk. I did the fast as I could go walk twice, moderately walked two times, and found out I can graduate to the Intermediate Walker's Class. this one was too easy on me.

Getting all the workouts in, I checked my pedometer, and had another half mile to go in order to have walked 2 miles, which is now my goal per day. I actually was happy about having more to do, and briskly walked off that last half mile.

Along the way, I spy roadside snacks in the form of late Blackberries. They are wonderful when they are warm from the sun and picked right off the vine and popped into my mouth!


I am now up to 23 miles for the month of September. I am amazed how quickly the miles pile up by just doing about 30 minutes of walking a day!

I really, REALLY love NotFatCat, Darcey and Shirley for goading me into this!! I truly believed I would not make it, but with encouragement, support and "You CAN do this!" from these gals and Bossy Daughter, I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, and here I am, actually LIKING this! In fact, I look FORWARD to it each morning!

Now to explain the haircut thing. Bossy Daughter knows I love wearing my hair short, and it looks good on me, too. She also knows I hate going to get it cut, and put off making an appointment FOREVER if I can get away with it.

I have naturally curly hair, and it gets like a bush if I don't cut it. I get grumpy when it gets too long, like now. I can't find a good hairdresser, either. Everytime I go to one of them in my area, I come out regretting the money and time spent, not to mention the bad cut.

I used to cut hair for a living. I was very good. Truly. But the older I get, the more difficult it is to keep my arms up over my head to do my own cutting.

Hey......Wait a minute! Just one little tiddly toodly minute!! Would holding myh arms up while I cut my own hair be counted as exercise?? I can't find it in the lists, but I think it should be there. I mean, my arms weigh about a ton each because of those nasty flaps. shouldn't that be counted as weight lifting?

I will check that out with Bossy Daughter...........she ALWAYS knows what's best!

  
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

NO_SNOW_BODY 9/13/2009 8:54AM

    Love reading your blog, thank you for the smile and very visual words.

Report Inappropriate Comment
LOVESCAMPING 9/12/2009 4:08PM

    You are doing great! I'm glad you're having fun with the walking. Why not treat yourself to a haircut. You'll feel good once it's done. emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
LKWQUILTER 9/12/2009 2:19PM

    YOu are doing great, great, great!! Give yourself a big hug and pat on the back. ((HUGS)) Linda Kay

Report Inappropriate Comment
HAPPY2BAMOMMY 9/12/2009 1:50PM

    That's what friends and family are for. :) Love the berry picture. Good job on your walk and figuring things out. Gadgets can be so frustrating at times! But then, they come in handy! I'll be getting a haircut too, sometime soon. I need to lose 8 more pounds! Thanks for making me laugh too... I'm sure it would be exercise cutting your own hair. :) Keep up the good work!!!

Report Inappropriate Comment
BJPETER 9/12/2009 1:43PM

    Would love to have your daughter, WooHoo for her and for u following through. you must really feel blessed to have her care so much about you.
BJ emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment


Our Flag, Our Country, Our Troops

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Today while walking, I was thinking about 9/11.

Tomorrow is another 9/11, a day for rememberance.

A day to remember that Freedom isn't Free, and that lives have been surrendered in its cause.

A day to recall the souls and their loved ones who lost so much due to terrorism.

A day to remember our troops, who are serving the cause of freedom in lands far away.

We live in a country that has fought for its freedom since the beginning. Our forefathers risked everything they had, including their lives, for this country.

I thought of Frances Scott Key, standing all night at a ship's rail, despertate to see if our flag was still flying, and then putting his passions into words that became our national anthem.

Brilliant, desperate, heartfelt words. Simple, beautiful words. Words that do not require explanation or altering. Words that should move every heart who hears, and bring tears to every eye that beholds them and the flag.

They have taken out Pledge of Allegiance out of most of our schools, have dragged our flag through mud and dirt, and have burned her in effigy.

Our money says "In God We Trust", yet our children cannot pray in schools. Creches cannot be displayed in front of churches in fear of upsetting someone who is not Christian.

When our people went to war for WWll, women rolled up their sleeves and went to work in the factories, making war supplies for our troops. Movie stars and celebrities went overseas to entertain our exhausted soldiers, and there was no public outcry against the war. We were all Americans, and we were united in one cause. The cause of Freedom.

Little boys were taught to be silent along the streets when Old Glory passed, and they saluted. Everyone took off their hats as She passed by, and hands were held over hearts as a plege of allegiance.

Flags were displayed on public buildings and on private properties. Often one would see a flag with a single star in a window, depicting a soldier serving in war. The star was blue, for a live soldier, changed to red for a wounded soldier, and to gold for one who gave his life.

Soldiers carried the flag into battle. Children lined up in playgrounds before classes to watch the flag being raised and Pledge Allegiance. The history and meaning of our flag was taught in classrooms, and all knew what the white and red stripes indicated.

Then something changed. Parades became fewer and fewer, and when Old Glory passed by, the crowds continued to chatter, laugh, and shift. Fewer were those who stood silently, remembering what She represented.

Children no longer knew the Pledge of Allegiance. They no longer stood at attention and saluted or crossed their hearts when watching our flag pass. Adults no longer took off their hats, stopped talking, and showed honor for Her. Many never even looked at Her.

Our soldiers came home to hate groups shouting, spitting and throwing garbage on them. They wer dishonored on their own soil after fighting a futile war for peace and freedom for others. They were shamed. They were ridiculed. They were the unloved and unwanted.

No parades to celebrate their sacrifice and bravery. No welcome home.

Politicians began to be open about their disdain for our Constitution, lining their own pockets in place of serving the people. Millions were spent on campaigns for re-election, and the people began to believe their votes didn't matter, so they stopped voting by the thousands. Politicians began voting to abolish prayer in public places, and allowed other flags to fly above Old Glory. They voted against our native tongue, English, as being our official language.

As the division between politicians and The People widened, our country became something our forefathers would never recognize.

Free housing, free food, free education, welfare, free medical care and job priorities were made into law for the illegal people who crossed into our country. The demand that our teachers be bi-lingual and class books written and printed out in foreign languages became the norm. Illegals were rewarded rather than deported.

It became law that companies and colleges meet a "quota" of minorities, regardless of their credentials, legal status, or abilities.

Segregation brought much blood and tears to our streets, but the rights of blacks to eat in any restaurant, drink from any public faucet, attend any school was granted. This should have been the beginning of the end of prejudice, and for a while, it was. Blacks had as much right to our freedom as anyone, as it should be.

Our National Guard troops lined the streets and sidewalks so black students could enter schools. The troops stood between the new laws and the violent intentions of some in the crowds.

As America became more and more prosperous, more and more of the people became more and more "conspicuous consumers", taking their eyes off what was going on in our nation and the world, and became "all about me". Morals and standards were set aside in favor of "more, more, more!".

Gadgets had found the hearts of Americans. We needed ever newer and faster computers, the very latest in cell phones, digital cameras because we didn't want to wait to see our pictures. Cars were a status symbol, and who would be caught DEAD without wearing designer jeans and shoes? Ads and promotions for sexual enhancement replaced modesty.

The love of more, more, more led to Mothers leaving homes to go out and work, earning another paycheck to pay for houses, cars, vacations which were beyond the family budget. Children became "latch key kids". Saving accounts were "old fashioned" in place of dot com stocks, which ultimately resulted in complete failure and loss.

Church attendance dwindled, profanity became the norm in the theatres, juvenile crime skyrocketed. Divorce was on the up-climb, animals had to have pedigrees, and no one could understand any of the words of the popular music that did its best to destroy our hearing.

People wore clothes inside out, and girls wore their underwear on the outside. Birth control pills were given to teenagers, and sex "education" was taught in schools in place of history or geography.

More and more people were "on the dole", and our education system standards were lowered to pathetic levels. Kids who couldn't read were graduated from high school, and the division between job opportunites widened. Gone were the interests in learning a trade such as carpentry, cabinet making or masonry. In were the "liberal education degrees".

Our young lost interest in serving our country, and entering the military was frequently ordered by a judge in lieu of going to jail. Our heroes were pop stars with no morals or decency, and many people couldn't begin to say who was Secretary of State, or even who their Representavies, Senators and Congressman's name was.

Adn then 9/11/01 happened. We were stunned and shocked to realize our nation could be attacked by terrorists. We watched our TV screens in horror as we saw the deadly destruction happening here on our own soil.

We saw true heroes in firefighters, police men and women, and the people who risked their own lives to save others.

We Americans became Americans again. Our flag was flown from buildings, parks, cars, trucks and windows. People wore T shirts and jackets with Old Glory proudly displayed. There was no room for segregation, discrimination or hatred of another's religion.

The tragedy of 9/11 brought on Unity.

Our country sent troops to fight off repeated terrorists attempts, and we watched as other countries joined the battle, forging unlikely alliances.

And we watched our young men and women don uniforms and make pledges to defend our country with their lives, if necessary. How proud we were of those who took the mantle of being our protectors and freedom fighters!

Our newscasts don't mention much about the war our young are battling any more. There just isn't time enough to talk about what is actually going on in Iraq, Iran or Afghanistan, because of some celebriety getting a divorce, having a baby, or whatever Juicy scandal is the latest in "news". Our media doesn't report truth or facts, and feeds off sensationalism.

And our troops continue to fight for freedom.

A lot of changes are taking place in America right now, and it is uncertain just what we shall wind up with for our future.

Let us not forget the greatness of our nation. Let us remember the fighters for freedom. Your freedom and mine. Let us all rekindle the patriotism and heroism required to turn our nation back into one of unity, pride and production.

Let us remember the fallen, and let us teach love for our flag. Let us insist upon the Constitution being our legal standard, and let us, once again, become a nation of hard workers, God fearing and God loving people who believe kindness, common sense and decency as a desired way of living. Let us return to demanding sanity and honesty in our politicians, and let us stop apologizing for the "bad guys" who break our laws. Let's put them in jail where they belong. And keep them there.

Let us become soft on religous rights, and hard on those who would destroy them.

Let us look to our troops with pride and gratitude. To our flag with passion and respect. To each other with mercy.

Let us be Americans.


  
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

TOWHEE 9/10/2009 10:14PM

    Well said!! emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
LOVESCAMPING 9/10/2009 5:18PM

    Very passionate and moving.

Report Inappropriate Comment
NOTFATCAT 9/10/2009 4:57PM

    AMEN.
emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment


Me, Winsten and the Slug

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

This is my walking buddy, Winsten. He is really getting used to this idea of us going out every morning and walking. He scouts the trails ahead, then runs back to get me and show his latest "find!".

It all began when Darcey and Shirley brought up the idea of walking a mile each day for September as a SP challenge. I timidly joined the challenge, never believing for a moment that I could keep up with them.

But Day One, and I put on the pedometer and shoes, and bravely faced the great out doors. Determindedly, Winsten and I headed up the driveway to the road, and we began what was to become a new obsession.

As I walked, I began to remember the days (years ago) when I went out and ran every day. I hated it at first, and could barely get my feet unglued from the road for each step. I continued, and after a bit could actually lift those feet up quite easily.

I began then to tell myself "I will jog to the next light pole". Then I would walk to the next one after that, alternating with jogging and walking. It didn't take long before I was jogging farther than I was walking, and finally I was jogging all the way, really enjoying it.

As I jogged, I would solve any disturbances in my life, make good decisions about life in general, and I felt FREE. I really loved doing those runs every day.

And then came Winter. The Spoil Sport. Winter brought along her friend, Excuses. Excuses comes up with all these wonderful reasons as to why I should stay in the house.

"It's raining. You'll get a cold if you run in this!"
"It's too cold. Do you want to get sick?"
"With all that WET out there, you could slip and fall".
"It's too foggy. Cars may not see you". (I was running on side walks)

By the time Spring rolled around, the jogging was a distant (waaaaaay distant) memory.

Too much to do.
Planting had to be done, but the beds had to be cleared first!
Any excuse would do.

Years passed, and once in a while, I would think about walking. I would be too tired to do any of it TODAY, but maybe tomorrow..............

Yeah, right. More years passed. Excuse was always with me. We moved into the mountains, and Excuse said
"It might be dangerous to jog in these woods".
"There are Cougar in these woods".
"The road is too steep to run".
"You'll be late for work".
"It's too late to run tonight."
"It's time to make dinner."

yadda, yadda, yadda. And I believed every word of it!

Again, years passed, I moved, and walked a big hill at least twice a day down to the horses and back for feeding. I gardened. I went to WW, and lost weight. I was feeling fit and energized.

Then my horse crab-jumped into my right knee. Blew that knee all to hell.

I started taking the golf cart up and down the hill for the feedings. I had an excuse to not do my gardening. I lost my incentive to keep up with the WW program, and I found the pounds I had misplaced.

Time to move again, this time to Washington. While busy with the unpacking and new gardening, my weight began to go lower, and I felt very good.

Then Winter came. Yep. With her Buddy, Excuses.

"it's too cold"
"It's snowing"
"The road is probably slippery"
"The driveway is too steep"

The clothes got tighter, the scale read higher, and the couch was ever so comfy. And I had another reason to sit all day...........Ally Cat Quilts by Krackers!

Now that is a wonderful thing I do, and I love those kids. But I was using them and the quilts as an excuse for not taking care of myself and get any exercise in.

Along comes Bossy Daughter and says I have to join Spark People. She harrangues me until I do. THEN she starts reading my blogs every day, checking to see if I am actually doing it.

You have to know Bossy Daughter to understand that when she tells you to do something, you don't wait around until you feel like it. The woman can be a total Harpie until the deed is done!!! You can read my earlier blogs for more information on her.

Needless to say, I am active on SP, and doing my workouts. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing all this..........DUH!

Winsten and I are on Day 8 of our September Challenge. We have now logged in 14.5 miles on the trail.

Today I decided to make sure I had my camera, because I got the idea I wanted to take a photo of my feet actually moving.

What do you MEAN?? You've never wanted to take a photo of your feet actually MOVING? C'mon. Get honest. Hasn't EVERYONE always wanted a photo of their feet moving???

Well, anyway, I WANTED A PHOTO OF MY FEET MOVING.

So I thought, I'll get a photo, and maybe Winsten and I will only do a one miler today. I can post the photo on my web page and then we will just finish this one mile and go home.

I am just about totally decided to do just that, when Winsten turns around and says "C'mon already" in his doggie kind of way. Ok Ok, Now I have a Bossy DOG as well as Bossy Daughter!

Ok. Just up to the mailbox and then home. It won't hurt if I just make it a short walk, right?!

I get about 50 feet up the road, and then Nature gives me the message.

Down at my feet is a SLUG. A fat, lazy slug. A fat Blimp shaped slug. Blimp shaped like I was when I started SP. The tubby blimp shape I was in when I couldn't get my jeans on any more..........before I gave up inches and tonnage from working out with SP and now-can- get- my jeans- on- all -the -way --AND zipped up -without- laying -on -the- bed -new- me.

Ok. Winsten!! We will do 2 AND A HALF miles today! ONWARD at a faster clip!!



I can feel Bossy Daughter giving me a High Five!

  
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

KAROUSELL46 9/10/2009 6:52PM

    Great blog! I think I'm the bossy mom. I kept after Darcey until she joined SP. lol When she first joined I thought, oh my, she's gonna read my blogs. But I found it to be all right b/c she knows all about me anyway. Good, bad and being ill.

Dogs make such good walking partners. They are good listeners too.

I like your pictures. Sometimes with my weight going back and forth, taking a picture of them is the only way I see them. lol
You are doing awesome!!...Karen

Report Inappropriate Comment
NOTFATCAT 9/10/2009 4:54PM

    Dogs are great walking motivators and buddies.

Report Inappropriate Comment
BIZEEMOMTO3 9/9/2009 9:10AM

    You are right, I am giving you a high five ~ emoticon Way to go! You can do this, I KNOW you can DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MIND TO! How do I know this? Because you raised me to believe that I could too! emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
NARNIAROSE2003 9/9/2009 8:33AM

    Good for you! Love the photos with the story!

Report Inappropriate Comment
DARCEYOH 9/9/2009 1:11AM

    Great job. I hope that you are doing this for more reasons than just bossy daughter? She's given you the push towards the right direction, but you're own feet are taking you the rest of the way! Sometimes, that push is all we need!

You've made great strides to get where you're at. Again, great job! Keep up the good work! And man do I have to catch up on some miles!

Report Inappropriate Comment
KIERA09 9/8/2009 10:53PM

    haha. It think I need a photo of my feet moving too! Maybe on my run tomorrow!

Report Inappropriate Comment


And Now For A Bit of Truth & Humor!

Monday, September 07, 2009

It's a rainy day. I did manage to get in my walk, and am doing quilting. My sister just sent this one to me, and I thought we can all use a little humor, so.......


God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day.
He inquired, "Where have you been?"
God smiled deeply and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."
Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said. "What is it?"
"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a place to test Balance."
"Balance?" inquired Michael, "I'm still confused."
God explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For example, Northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while Southern Europe is going to be poor. Over here I've placed a continent of white people, and over there is a continent of black people. Balance in all things."
God continued pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."
The Archangel , impressed by God's work, then pointed to a land area and said, "What's that one?"
"That's Washington State , the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, forests, hills, and plains. The people from Washington State are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to travel the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, high achieving, carriers of peace, and producers of software."
Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then asked, "But what about balance, God? You said there would be balance."
God smiled, "There's another Washington . Wait till you see the idiots I put there."

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

  
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

TOWHEE 9/8/2009 12:12AM

    Thanks so much. I loved it. emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
JYANTKILR 9/7/2009 11:33PM

    Heh Heh...too good !

Report Inappropriate Comment
KIMBEE13 9/7/2009 11:05PM

    thats hilarious!

Report Inappropriate Comment
HAPPY2BAMOMMY 9/7/2009 8:32PM

    That did make me giggle.... :) Thanks!

Report Inappropriate Comment
LOVESCAMPING 9/7/2009 4:31PM

    I hadn't seen this one. This is good. Thanks for posting it.

Report Inappropriate Comment


First Page  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 Last Page