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I'm Finally Old Enough

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Yesterday DH and I went over to Seattle to look at a car. A Chrysler 300, to be exact.

It was a nice enough car, but just didn't ring my bell.

Across the parking lot was a Cadillac/Buic dealership. I wandered over there while DH was listening to the Chrysler salesman. I just didn't want that car.

Mind you, I was no interested in buying a NEW car. I wanted a good, reliable used (they call them pre-owned now) car that will transport me around without having to have DH along.

I found a car....a 2007 Buick Lucerne CXL. It was a nice, mature, adult looking white car. A pretty car, and the size car I like.

Now you need to know some more of my background.

I was raised a Lutheran in the state of Wisconsin. We went to church every Sunday, as well as many pot lucks and other activities in the church. My father's cars were always Buicks. My Mother's cars varied.

In those days, the cars were BIG, expecially the Buicks. HUGE back seat for my brother and sisters to silently fight with each other on our way to church.

Some of you may know what I am talking about. The fights always begin with who got to sit next to the window. My brother, being the only boy at the time, always got the window, and my oldest sister the other window. You know where I sat.

Yep. Right in the middle of that big back seat bench. I couldn't see out the window because my brother and sister would deliberately lean forward and block the view.

And so it began. First, a little shove to get them out of the way. Nothing. They just scooted their butts toward the middle to get more room and to block the window even more.

Then an elbow jab. They would jab back. Then a harder jab. Harder jab recieved.

The pinch was next. Find some place on their bodies where the big winter coats were leaving pinch room, and pinch away.

Whirling away from the window and toward the center, a bigger, harder pinch would follow.

Now the Twist Pinch! usually aimed at inside the thigh. Twist, pinch, then use both hands.

One to push their hands away, and one to keep the deadly pinch going.

This lasted all the way to church. In silence, for the most part.

We wouldn't dare get noisy about it, or Dad would "stop this car this very minute and give you all a spanking". That never happened, but for some reason, was always an announcement that induced great fear.

At the church parking lot, we would pile out, faces all red, eyes filled with tears from the pain of the pinch area, and grit our teeth at one another with the "You just wait! I'll get even with you after church" glare.

Then we would have to file on through the parking lot to enter the church.

There were Buicks in the parking lot. I mean BUICKS. Lutherans liked their Buicks. They were "steady, reliable cars", as I heard them all say over and over.

For the most part, the Buicks were blue. Some were blue and white. A few were black, but I always thought they looked like herses. They gave me "the wilies" to walk past.

I always wanted to see the other kinds of cars. The sportier looking ones. Especially RED ones.

You won't see a lot of RED SPORTY looking cars in a Lutheran parking lot in Wisconsin.

So the years went by, and I had a variety of cars. Of course, I started out with the sporty looking cars. I had sporty looking chevies, for the most part. I had Mustangs, Dodges, and my favorite was an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Brougham. White with a red top.

The years passed by, and one day I was ready to buy a new car. I bought a silver Volvo with a sun roof. Still a LITTLE sporty, but also a more "reliable" than what I usually looked for.

Unfortunately, that got totalled in a car accident. Then there were the used Jaguars, the Volvos, Audis up to Cadillac. I loved the Cadillacs.

But my Cadillac died after over 200k miles, and it was time to get another vehicle. I knew I wanted an American made car.

DH, as some of you know, is an eccentric engineer. The high light of his days are the ones where he escapes from home and goes thrift shopping. In his mind, if it is old, it is good.

So he wants to spend about $1500 tops for a car. Mind you, he already has 8 or 9 cars in his big shop, the hangar and 2 rented storage units. All of them are "classics", at least in his mind. We don't drive any of them. They just sit around, costing insurance money and dust. (That's MY opinion, not shared by DH!)

I am not going to get a car that I will have to replace in a coupld of years. I want a car that will be my LAST car.

At first I wanted a fancy car. Bossy Daughter and I rented a Chrysler 300 when we took our Mommy and Me trip to Vegas, and we loved that car. So that's what I was looking for, which led us to taking the ferry over to Seattle to look at one.

Up to the present. I didn't like that Chrysler.........I don't know why....just didn't like it. So, over to the car lot next door.

I look over this white Buick, and really like it. I peek in the windows, and like it even more. It is pretty. It is the right size. It is classy.

I have spent weeks pouring over Consumer Digest and Auto Trader, studying cars. The Chrysler wasn't getting very good reports. DARN.

ALL of the Buicks were getting GREAT reports. I would just skim over them, not wanting to know what I already know.

I have never gotten a Buick because Buicks are for "Old" people, in my mind. I think I believed that if I drove a Buick, then I would be OLD.

But that Buick was sure pretty, and it was calling to me. My mind raced over all those pages of Consumer Digest where they rated the Buicks as "Best Buy" or "Great Buy" and "Most Reliable".

Yes, I wanted that Buick. After an intermidable 2 hours, all the paper work was finally done, and I got into the Buick, following DH in his Cadillac, heading for home.

The car was stable, reliable, and "sure footed" under my hands. It had a very smooth ride, and the gas mileage was very impressive. I felt secure in that car.

Parking it in the garage upon arrival home, I realized something:

I'm finally old enough to drive a Buick. And I'm okay with that.

The Lutherans will be proud of me.

  
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MOMMA_BEAR_69 1/12/2011 3:58AM

    So glad you got the car you wanted. Happy to know you are old enough now to have it...you will really enjoy it. AWESOME!! I remember being the child in the middle. UGH!! I only had two daughters and still occasionally used that "You don't want me to have to stop this car," do you?
I am proud of you too!!
Hugs,
Helen

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QUILTINGB52 1/10/2011 6:19PM

    I love it!!! Know exactly what you mean....my first car was a 1968 Buick Wildcat, they sure don't make em like that anymore!

BTW: I was the youngest that always got stuck in the middle too. Only our threat was..."do you want me to stop the car & make you walk"???

Which happened once...we walked for a mile behind the car, then got back in & acted like angels!! lol

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GETFIT2LIVE 1/10/2011 6:10PM

    I am glad you got the car YOU wanted--even if it means you're 'old enough' to drive one, LOL! Only had one sister so the fights in the back seat were not quite so, um, fun; we had enough space to separate and each had our own window, but I do remember the rides done with silent battles to keep the parents from stopping the car 'this very minute' because they WOULD have, we knew for sure. Yes, I'm sure the Lutherans would be proud of you!

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NOTFATCAT 1/10/2011 11:14AM

    You were the 'pickle in the middle' back then.
Hope you like you 'new' car and it lasts you forever.
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I'm Finally Old Enough

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Yesterday DH and I went over to Seattle to look at a car. A Chrysler 300, to be exact.

It was a nice enough car, but just didn't ring my bell.

Across the parking lot was a Cadillac/Buic dealership. I wandered over there while DH was listening to the Chrysler salesman. I just didn't want that car.

Mind you, I was no interested in buying a NEW car. I wanted a good, reliable used (they call them pre-owned now) car that will transport me around without having to have DH along.

I found a car....a 2007 Buick Lucerne CXL. It was a nice, mature, adult looking white car. A pretty car, and the size car I like.

Now you need to know some more of my background.

I was raised a Lutheran in the state of Wisconsin. We went to church every Sunday, as well as many pot lucks and other activities in the church. My father's cars were always Buicks. My Mother's cars varied.

In those days, the cars were BIG, expecially the Buicks. HUGE back seat for my brother and sisters to silently fight with each other on our way to church.

Some of you may know what I am talking about. The fights always begin with who got to sit next to the window. My brother, being the only boy at the time, always got the window, and my oldest sister the other window. You know where I sat.

Yep. Right in the middle of that big back seat bench. I couldn't see out the window because my brother and sister would deliberately lean forward and block the view.

And so it began. First, a little shove to get them out of the way. Nothing. They just scooted their butts toward the middle to get more room and to block the window even more.

Then an elbow jab. They would jab back. Then a harder jab. Harder jab recieved.

The pinch was next. Find some place on their bodies where the big winter coats were leaving pinch room, and pinch away.

Whirling away from the window and toward the center, a bigger, harder pinch would follow.

Now the Twist Pinch! usually aimed at inside the thigh. Twist, pinch, then use both hands.

One to push their hands away, and one to keep the deadly pinch going.

This lasted all the way to church. In silence, for the most part.

We wouldn't dare get noisy about it, or Dad would "stop this car this very minute and give you all a spanking". That never happened, but for some reason, was always an announcement that induced great fear.

At the church parking lot, we would pile out, faces all red, eyes filled with tears from the pain of the pinch area, and grit our teeth at one another with the "You just wait! I'll get even with you after church" glare.

Then we would have to file on through the parking lot to enter the church.

There were Buicks in the parking lot. I mean BUICKS. Lutherans liked their Buicks. They were "steady, reliable cars", as I heard them all say over and over.

For the most part, the Buicks were blue. Some were blue and white. A few were black, but I always thought they looked like herses. They gave me "the wilies" to walk past.

I always wanted to see the other kinds of cars. The sportier looking ones. Especially RED ones.

You won't see a lot of RED SPORTY looking cars in a Lutheran parking lot in Wisconsin.

So the years went by, and I had a variety of cars. Of course, I started out with the sporty looking cars. I had sporty looking chevies, for the most part. I had Mustangs, Dodges, and my favorite was an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Brougham. White with a red top.

The years passed by, and one day I was ready to buy a new car. I bought a silver Volvo with a sun roof. Still a LITTLE sporty, but also a more "reliable" than what I usually looked for.

Unfortunately, that got totalled in a car accident. Then there were the used Jaguars, the Volvos, Audis up to Cadillac. I loved the Cadillacs.

But my Cadillac died after over 200k miles, and it was time to get another vehicle. I knew I wanted an American made car.

DH, as some of you know, is an eccentric engineer. The high light of his days are the ones where he escapes from home and goes thrift shopping. In his mind, if it is old, it is good.

So he wants to spend about $1500 tops for a car. Mind you, he already has 8 or 9 cars in his big shop, the hangar and 2 rented storage units. All of them are "classics", at least in his mind. We don't drive any of them. They just sit around, costing insurance money and dust. (That's MY opinion, not shared by DH!)

I am not going to get a car that I will have to replace in a coupld of years. I want a car that will be my LAST car.

At first I wanted a fancy car. Bossy Daughter and I rented a Chrysler 300 when we took our Mommy and Me trip to Vegas, and we loved that car. So that's what I was looking for, which led us to taking the ferry over to Seattle to look at one.

Up to the present. I didn't like that Chrysler.........I don't know why....just didn't like it. So, over to the car lot next door.

I look over this white Buick, and really like it. I peek in the windows, and like it even more. It is pretty. It is the right size. It is classy.

I have spent weeks pouring over Consumer Digest and Auto Trader, studying cars. The Chrysler wasn't getting very good reports. DARN.

ALL of the Buicks were getting GREAT reports. I would just skim over them, not wanting to know what I already know.

I have never gotten a Buick because Buicks are for "Old" people, in my mind. I think I believed that if I drove a Buick, then I would be OLD.

But that Buick was sure pretty, and it was calling to me. My mind raced over all those pages of Consumer Digest where they rated the Buicks as "Best Buy" or "Great Buy" and "Most Reliable".

Yes, I wanted that Buick. After an intermidable 2 hours, all the paper work was finally done, and I got into the Buick, following DH in his Cadillac, heading for home.

The car was stable, reliable, and "sure footed" under my hands. It had a very smooth ride, and the gas mileage was very impressive. I felt secure in that car.

Parking it in the garage upon arrival home, I realized something:

I'm finally old enough to drive a Buick. And I'm okay with that.

The Lutherans will be proud of me.

  


HOW TRUE IS THIS!

Wednesday, January 05, 2011


We're "broke" and can't help our own Seniors, Homeless, Veterans,
Orphans, etc. ?????

This is so pathetically true...in the last months we have provided aid
to Haiti , Chile , and Turkey .

Our retired seniors living on a fixed income receive no aid while our
government and religious organizations pour hundreds of millions of
dollars and tons of food to foreign countries.

We have hundreds of adoptable children who are shoved aside to make room
for the adoption of foreign orphans.

Why are so many American citizens, and the American government, so star
struck they won't provide for our own?

America: a country where we have homeless without shelter, children
going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and
mentally ill without treatment - yet we have a benefit for the people of
Haiti on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water,
tents, clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies.

Imagine if we gave ourselves the same support that we gave all other
countries.

I feel bad for them but I also care about America and our Seniors who
developed this great country only to be forgotten.

Sad isn't it?
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MOMMA_BEAR_69 1/7/2011 4:23PM

    Amen!! It is very sad but true.
Hugs,
Helen

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BEACHBUMDB 1/7/2011 11:59AM

  Couldnt agree more.

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STALEYK 1/7/2011 5:34AM

    How True!

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KAROUSELL46 1/6/2011 5:26PM

    emoticonWELL SAID!

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TRIPLETIGGER 1/5/2011 11:16PM

    You said it so well! And now they are giving Americans a break by reducing Social Security taxes. We already don't know how to fund SS! I encourage everybody to take that 2% and deposit it right into your personal retirement account where it belongs. What are they thinking in Washington, anyway?!

I'll get off my soapbox now. Your blog really rings true for me, thanks for speaking out.

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LOULOUBELLE2 1/5/2011 11:02PM

    Thank You for putting into words what My thoughts are....I never thought about writing a blog about it....thanks so much. I hope that lots of people read it. Right on Lovely Lady!!!!!

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TEDDYBABE 1/5/2011 10:00PM

    Well said. Thank you for voicing!

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JAYWETHERALD 1/5/2011 8:42PM

    Yes

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SYMFONY 1/5/2011 5:28PM

    Amen!

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BABY_GIRL69 1/5/2011 4:11PM

    Charity begins at home. I believe in giving locally & I would love to adopt a child. If I did, it would be an American. I know other countries are suffering & people still believe we get alot of aid here for ourselves. I don't think alot of deserving people recieve it though. . .

God bless & thanks for sharing!

Dee

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NOTFATCAT 1/5/2011 1:42PM

    YES!

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I've Made a Decision

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Today I made a decision that I might have to find a different "home" team.

My home team has been almost sedentary, and I can't afford that exposure.

You know the truth about "if you only hang out with chubby people, you will become chubby too"?

Well, I think that includes "if you only hang out with sedentary people, you will be sedentary too".

I don't want that for myself.

I want to be fit, trim, active and positive in the way I live my life.

I want to be EXCITED about making changes for the better.

I want THRILL at the positive changes in my life.

There is enough woe and sorrow to go around, but there is also JOY, LAUGHTER, WONDER, AWE and CELEBRATION OF LIFE to go around, too.

We create our own worlds, for the most part.

God created us, and I seriously doubt He created us to live in a constant state of woebegone. If that were the case, why would He have given us rushing streams, roaring oceans, thrilling lightening, fragrant trees, and incredibly beautiful flowers?

I believe He gave these things, and oh-so-much-more so that we would exhilerate in living.

I am going to attempt to make 2011 a year of EXHILERATION OF LIFE.

I will find Sparkies who match that description, and I will "hang around" them to keep my mojo going.

And now, flu or not, I have a workout to do! I work out because I CAN!

I have made a DECISION!!!! emoticon

  
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MOMMA_BEAR_69 1/7/2011 4:21PM

    Praying that your flu is a thing of the past and that you are feeling much better. I know what you mean about teams that nothing is happening on. I belong to a few of those and keep saying I am going to leave them or that I will become the leader and make them better. But honestly with all that is going on in my DH medical life right now, I know that I don't have the time that would be necessary for me to be a leader.
What type of team are you interested in...exercise, religion, hobbies, medical conditions, etc.? I will keep you in my prayers that you will find a home team that will keep you super motivated and the members are really active.
Blessings and hugs,
Helen

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KAROUSELL46 1/6/2011 5:32PM

    Hate to see you go. But as leaders, we need to help to get it going and to keep it going. I know I've been a hit and miss at times but I'm only a phone call away. Take care... emoticonKaren

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NJOY2DAY2 1/5/2011 7:34PM

    I love the quick fire challenge team- I'm not so good at actually doing many of the activities each day, but the variety and quick completion are getting me going more.
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14JESUSGIRL 1/4/2011 8:21PM

    Great blog! I love your enthusiasm and determination!
Praying for blessings for you.
Love,
Lee
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TWINKS55 1/4/2011 1:22PM

    emoticon emoticon emoticon

There is a time and a place for rverything and everything in its place.

Finding what works for you is the way to go!!

Please let me know if I can help.

love,
Dianne

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GETFIT2LIVE 1/4/2011 1:14PM

    It's a tough call sometimes--I love the teams that I'm on, but some are definitely more active and help me keep moving the right direction more than others. I hope you can find a 'home' team that will be a perfect fit. We have to be proactive and take care of ourselves; if we don't, who will??

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THISISFORME924 1/4/2011 1:14PM

    LOVE THIS! So insightful...and I TOTALLY understand how you feel about a sedentary group.. I am in one now too and when no one is active I tend to do things I wouldn't normally do!

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WHITNEYMARIES 1/4/2011 1:08PM

  I was just telling a very negative person the other day, that if you're negative everything that surrounds you will be. They still thought of it as, no everything is just bad because it is I can't fix that when really they could if they didn't want to be sad and depressing all the time.

That being said when it comes to this area of my life I've always given up too easily and not tried hard enough. I'm hoping I can change that now though. My daughter is almost one and I'd like to be fit and in shape by the time shes 2 because I want to be healthy enough to get out and do things with her that shell enjoy since I plan on being a stay at home mom when we move to our next base.

2011 is MY YEAR to become what I want, No one can hold me back but me. I must admit I've failed allot in the past, I need guidance, a good friend, and even stern words from time to time, but if you up with a team that can really be there for one another and wants to try together please let me know! I'd love to be a part of something like that!

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Building a Foundation

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Good Sunday Morning to you all,

Just got back from the Attitude Adjustment breakfast meeting and Costco.

The meeting was great, and Costco was successful, for the most part.

I will start with the meeting. The topic today was "Building The Foundation".

How well I recall that, during my very beginning of this new way of living, I did not understand what they were talking about whenever they mentioned "build a strong foundation". I just figured "What the hell. Some day I might learn what they are talking about." My sponsor, Connie, had different plans for me.

Connie was one of those "You damn well BETTER" sponsors who insisted I work the steps slowly. It was my idea that I could work all 12 of them within a week or so, but oh no. Not with Connie!!

She gave me a form of Step One that needed to be written out, and while I was doing that, I had to read all of Step One and all of Tradition One every day for 30 days. I was told to take my time in writing out the form's answers and insights, and to be absolutely certain to NOT SKIP a single day of the reading.

Ok. I did that, and by the time I shared my first step with her, I KNEW what Step One was truly all about. The same pattern followed with Step Two, Step Three, etc. 30 days on each one, reading the step and Traiditon alternately twice a day. One in the morning, one in the evening.

Time passed, and one day I was at a meeting, and sure enough, the topic was "Building a Firm Foundation". This time I KNEW what they were talking about.

My dear sponsor, and others, taught me to slow down, and learn each step and tradition thoroughly. By giving myself time to absorb the true meaning and value, I had built a good, strong foundation, which is the true beginning of every day of my life.

We can change the color paint on our walls of life, rearrange it, and fill it with all sorts of window dressings. We can put in new soil, plant new seeds, and share the bounty with others.

But unless we have a strong foundation, none of that other stuff matters. It is all window dressing and fluff if we have a weak, or no, foundation.

As the years have passed by, I notice that I am relying more and more on my FOUNDATION than anything else.

It has been my FOUNDATION that has carried me through times thick and thin, happy or sad, win and loss. My foundation has never wavered, although my emotions, surroundings, attitudes, behaviors and such certainly have wavered throughout these years.

Not so with my Foundation. I learned to build it slowly, taking time to absorb every morsel of the lesson before moving on.

Even when I left California and moved up here, I was able to bring my foundation with me. It is part of my very soul, and always carries me.

However, I must remember to inspect my foundation from time to time. I must look to see if I have allowed any cracks in it, or wearing it thin in places. I must be extremely aware of my foundation, and its conditioning.

Yes, it is easy to look at the steps as they apply to me today. It is easy to look at the surface of my emotions, thinking process, and behavior of today.

It takes much more work to do a complete look at the foundation from which all the other capabilites sprung from. It takes meditation, a willingness to remember the beginning, and an honest evaluation as to where I stand today with my foundation. It is a self appraising that can sometimes be painful.

Without being aware of my foundation, I can find no true peace, can recognize no true gratitude, and can not see the truth of my being.

I must be charitable in sharing my foundational wisdom, strength and power. I must be willing to practise patience, love and tolerance of the world, exactly as it is today.

I must be diligent, and allow time to be the teacher when I want to dash off and "do it my way".

Yes, Easy Does It..........But DO IT..... comes from our FOUNDATION, not from our head! It is through constant repetition of what is good for us that builds our strength, courage and wisdom. Repetition is necessary in order for it to become part of our essence.

I wish you awareness of your foundation today.

Much love,
Sandy

  
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NJOY2DAY2 1/5/2011 7:31PM

    You are a great writer. I guess that we have a lot in common- love of quilting, living in a cold climate, and using a 12 step-program to control our lives when they have become unmanageable, and a desire to make an active life part who we are.
Glad to "meet you and I'd like to make you a spark friend

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JLOMOM 1/3/2011 4:35PM

    Great blog! Much needed! I am hoping to get motivation like this to get the last steps of my journey under way!

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KAROUSELL46 1/3/2011 4:29PM

    Great blog! I am one for wanting to rush through things and most of the time missing the reason or point. My foundation sure gets shakey at times. Not as bad as it use to though. I need to learn to let things happen and try not to control the outcome. I have had to learn to be NOT so co-dependant. I've learned to Let go and let God. Thanks for this blog. Gave me a lot to remember and think about. Love ya, Karen emoticon

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NEWHORIZONSR4ME 1/2/2011 4:23PM

    Interesting blog. Thanks for writing. I'll tuck away your wisdom and hopefully apply it to my life as well. You're doing great. emoticon

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