<?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-6318976</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:07:53.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Litenup!</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of a Recovering Perfectionist</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318976.post-109096026787627304</id><published>2004-07-27T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:31:07.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing  There is something messed up with my format as I post ... I don't know whether it's me or the site.  Anyway ... I am doing well and 'will write more about it later on this PM.  It frustrates me when the format is messed up here ... I like things to look neat and uniform, but I guess I just need to Litenup! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109096026787627304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109096026787627304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109096026787627304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109096026787627304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/testing-it-frustrates-me-when-format.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-109081400474347414</id><published>2004-07-25T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T00:23:30.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strengthened By Friends (and Movies)                                                                                                                             Dear Rose,                                                                                                                                                                                                          I  just want  to let you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109081400474347414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109081400474347414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109081400474347414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109081400474347414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/strengthened-by-friends-and-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-109071402836987779</id><published>2004-07-24T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T20:20:28.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emotional Availability Well ... looks like the summer romance didn't quite hold out for the summer.  But then again, it kinda got started before summer really began, so I guess the duration woulda been the same.  An early warning that this is gonna be some "raw rambling".  Truthfully ... how important are all the details ... not very, but at this point, at least it's an entrance. I admit going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109071402836987779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109071402836987779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109071402836987779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109071402836987779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/emotional-availability-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-109059560158224802</id><published>2004-07-23T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T14:48:34.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pre-Vacation  Next week at this time I will be in MT.  This "alone time" has been a nice prerequisite to that trip.  I am actually starting to look forward to it now.  It will be nice to get away for awhile, but I'm sure that I'll be just as happy to come back.  I went down to Queens on Tuesday PM, but Jamaica Man had a toothache, so things were pretty low-key.  I was happy to have left-overs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109059560158224802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109059560158224802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109059560158224802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109059560158224802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/pre-vacation-im-trying-to-work-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-109034529035257900</id><published>2004-07-20T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T13:41:30.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CruisingThis is the last week of MiddleSister's camp.  Late tomorrow afternoon, Mom, Dad, and MainMan will leave to visit OldestSister and pick up MiddleSister.  They will then spend the weekend at the country house.  I leave for MT next Thursday, so it has been nice to have this.  Sunday, I did my Center duties and then our little group was able to go out for brunch before Boy2 left for CA the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109034529035257900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109034529035257900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109034529035257900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109034529035257900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/cruising-this-is-last-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-109009785933113888</id><published>2004-07-17T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:02:52.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catching Up I've tried to write a post a few times in the last couple of days, only to find that the posting section on blogger seemed to be a bit askew. Now I think I see why ... 'looks like some new features have been added ... color print options, photo options ... and more. 'Will take me a while to investigate, but at least I can get back to my regular posting ... not like I've had such hot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/109009785933113888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=109009785933113888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109009785933113888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/109009785933113888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/catching-up-ive-tried-to-write-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108990761813890303</id><published>2004-07-15T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:06:58.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy To Be Back In The RoutineThursday ... I'm off all day.  'Doing laundry now and 'will soon go to the salon for my spa pedicure, manicure, and eyebrow wax.  Then 'will meet Jamaica Man in Queens when he gets home from work.  Emotions seem to be back in check.  (Wow ... do I sound shallow and boring!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108990761813890303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108990761813890303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108990761813890303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108990761813890303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-to-be-back-in-routine-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-10897733180810592</id><published>2004-07-13T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T07:41:56.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love HurtsI ended up having the evening free tonight so I went to the movies.  Nothing like adding to my already overwhelmed emotional state.  I haven't been to a movie for awhile and actually enjoyed a dip back into my "single days".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/10897733180810592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=10897733180810592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/10897733180810592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/10897733180810592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-hurts-i-ended-up-having-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108960254428466412</id><published>2004-07-11T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:22:24.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisappointmentNo need to go into all the stupid details, but I am not visiting Jamaica Man tonight ... conflicts in both of our camps.  Basically, just one of those learning opportunities relationships bring.Mom and Dad have returned home, and we will return to our semi-normal schedule again tomorrow.  I also need to return some semblance of normalcy to my health routine.  My body felt much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108960254428466412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108960254428466412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108960254428466412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108960254428466412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/disappointment-no-need-to-go-into-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108951372825511898</id><published>2004-07-10T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T22:42:08.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ExhaustedMy whole body aches today ... like I've been beaten.Yesterday was a very good day.  I spent the day shopping and preparing for the BBQ.  'Did not feel at all overwhelmed, but 'do have a tendency to always overdo.  It was a lovely evening all around.  By the time we'd had appetizers, it was hard to believe that dinner and dessert were yet to follow.  Main Man had fun helping me prepare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108951372825511898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108951372825511898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108951372825511898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108951372825511898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/exhausted-my-whole-body-aches-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108932568827087883</id><published>2004-07-08T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T18:57:55.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Just Another ThursdayUsually, for the past few months, I have been on my way to Queens at this time on Thursday to meet Jamaica Man for dinner, etc.  Come to think of it, I have been quite out of character today, for a Thursday.  Being the primary caretaker of Main Man, I had not planned on my usual Thursday Queens overnite, however ... I seem to also, emotionally, be all over the map.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108932568827087883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108932568827087883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108932568827087883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108932568827087883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-just-another-thursday-usually-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108920806654207688</id><published>2004-07-07T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:25:10.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vulnerability and HeartacheI just reread Dietchick's latest post and my heart is hurting.  Sometimes it's much easier to just say, "Life Sucks!", than, "If not this, something better."So why am I so affected by the goings on of someone I don't even know?  Because there are so many of the same emotions that I do know.  Maybe I have too much time to think now?  That tends to happen when one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108920806654207688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108920806654207688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108920806654207688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108920806654207688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/vulnerability-and-heartache-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108907475546728360</id><published>2004-07-05T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:09:05.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Nice Quiet Day 'Walked at the Rockefeller Park Preserve, then came home and had brunch.  Jamaica Man had a picnic with his grandkids this afternoon, so I had a few hours alone before boy and dog returned.  Main Man and I played hockey, soccer, spent time at the pool, and on the computer.  We grabbed leftovers for dinner, and now he is in bed and I feel like I could be too.  I have my triad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108907475546728360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108907475546728360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108907475546728360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108907475546728360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-quiet-day-walked-at-rockefeller.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108897598055353125</id><published>2004-07-04T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T16:17:24.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IndependenceI would say that my biggest struggle now is trying to strike that balance in my life of me ... relationships ... work ... etc.  I am probably the biggest obstacle in the whole picture, but I feel as though I am at least making some progress.It was nice to have yesterday to myself.  I did a little grocery shopping, caught up on some work at the Center, walked, and finally made my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108897598055353125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108897598055353125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108897598055353125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108897598055353125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/independence-i-would-say-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108887046465324609</id><published>2004-07-03T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:50:48.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FireworksHappy Fourth of July weekend!Wow ... this truly is summer vacation!  I did end up walking on Thursday, then my usual routine of going to Queens.  Yesterday, I put Main Man on the camp bus, walked, did a few errands, and then grocery shopped for them for the country house.  They left shortly after the camp bus delivered the boy home, and everyone is gone until Monday PM, when boy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108887046465324609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108887046465324609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108887046465324609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108887046465324609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/fireworks-happy-fourth-of-july-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108870197781560450</id><published>2004-07-01T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T13:22:22.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdaptationWe spend so much of our lives in the "if only" stage, that once some of those things come to be, it leaves one a bit disoriented ... at least temporarily.So today is my day off.  Tomorrow, I will wake up Main Man at 7:30 AM and send him off to camp by 8:30 AM.  When he returns at 4:30 PM, he will leave with his parents for the country house, along with the dog, and they will return </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108870197781560450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108870197781560450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108870197781560450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108870197781560450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/07/adaptation-we-spend-so-much-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108852727493374464</id><published>2004-06-29T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T12:41:14.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Much BetterIt rained during the night and today is beautiful ... in the 70's and no humidity.  I feel much better ... that, and a little decompression time.Mom and Dad are going out to dinner tonight, so Main Man and I will be dinner dates.  His first day at camp yesterday was, "the best day of (his) life!"I feel like I am beginning to settle in to summer.  I'm excited to have some good, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108852727493374464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108852727493374464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108852727493374464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108852727493374464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/much-better-it-rained-during-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108846085984799094</id><published>2004-06-28T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:14:19.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RestlessIt's been a weird day ... lots of factors contributing I'm sure ... 'getting used to a new schedule with the kids ... coming off the weekend ... impending storm-type weather ... blah ... blah ... blah ...I was sore from all the walking this weekend, but 'did take my regular walk today as I felt that it may help my sanity.  I kinda just feel achey and tired ... like a nice bath, massage,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108846085984799094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108846085984799094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108846085984799094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108846085984799094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/restless-its-been-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108838886489011949</id><published>2004-06-27T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:56:13.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderful WeekendI had promised myself a while back that I needed to make sure to visit the country house at least once each season.  Now, I am thinking that I need to visit on a monthly basis!  We had a wonderful weekend!  I don't know that I've ever had a better one up there.  Well ... I have had some great times ... Thanksgiving with Lesbian Girlfriend, my birthday weekend with The Boys, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108838886489011949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108838886489011949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108838886489011949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108838886489011949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/wonderful-weekend-i-had-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108818409294835536</id><published>2004-06-25T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:21:32.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to the CountryWe are leaving tonight to go spend the weekend at the country house ... one of my favorite places.  What a wonderful way to start out the summer!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108818409294835536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108818409294835536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108818409294835536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108818409294835536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/off-to-country-we-are-leaving-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108808367234683903</id><published>2004-06-24T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:31:22.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdjustingFirst day of no school and my day off.  I was awake and up early and out to walk by 7:30.  'Reminds me of many of my summer mornings past.  I love getting out and walking early on a beautiful morning!  I'm waiting to hear from Jamaica Man so I can plan the rest of my day.  I usually go down there on Thursday evening.  Tomorrow, since there is no school, my day will not be as much my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108808367234683903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108808367234683903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108808367234683903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108808367234683903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/adjusting-first-day-of-no-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108792875223925175</id><published>2004-06-22T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:25:52.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrazinessOnly half a day of school today and one more tomorrow ... Dad is on a business trip and Mom is distracted and scattered.  It's raining.  Thankfully, I got my walk in early!  Things will be much calmer by next week ... even the weekend.  Jamaica Man also has some "family issues".  I was hoping that the two of us could spend the weekend at the country house.  We'll see ... maybe I'll just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108792875223925175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108792875223925175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108792875223925175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108792875223925175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/craziness-only-half-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-1087824378434022</id><published>2004-06-21T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T09:31:11.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FatheringYesterday ... Father's Day ... first day of summer ... BEAUTIFUL DAY!  I was up and out early ... 'love crossing the Tappan Zee on those beautiful early Sunday AMs.  'Did the Sunday morning Center stuff, then had a lovely lunch and a wonderful walk along the banks of the Hudson with Lesbian Girlfriend.  'Went back to finish some work at the Center when Jamaica Man called to say that he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/1087824378434022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=1087824378434022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/1087824378434022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/1087824378434022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/fathering-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108767588610608522</id><published>2004-06-19T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T16:11:26.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PatiencePatience is not one of my stronger virtues ... although I have gotten much better.  So I ended up staying in last PM, cooking myself a nice dinner of liver with bacon and onions and a spinach salad, doing a little Center work, and then watching some TV.  Jamaica Man called when he got home.  His friend ended up going to dinner with him alone.  He is always very forthcoming with details .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108767588610608522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108767588610608522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108767588610608522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108767588610608522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/patience-patience-is-not-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108759361479517008</id><published>2004-06-18T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:06:10.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NeurosisI actually had a very enjoyable day off yesterday.  'Was able to spend a good mix of time, alone and with Jamaica Man.  I am now fully moved out of the guest room, although I still have more than plenty of stuff in the storage areas.  I am enjoying living minimally and 'do not want to bring a whole lot of stuff that is not needed back into my space.There was no sign of edginess with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108759361479517008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108759361479517008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108759361479517008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108759361479517008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/neurosis-i-actually-had-very-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108747182247384733</id><published>2004-06-17T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T07:30:22.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BalanceLast PM, the Family met cousins in the city for dinner, so I took advantage of the time to meet Lesbian Girlfriend and Boy One for dinner.  All of our schedules have gotten so crazy that what had once been a common occurrence ... eating out together ... has now become a rarity.  We had a nice Greek dinner and good conversation.I am a sucker for Wednesday PM reality TV ... 'something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108747182247384733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108747182247384733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108747182247384733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108747182247384733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/balance-last-pm-family-met-cousins-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108731500493034418</id><published>2004-06-15T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:56:44.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Settling In To SummerI do believe that I read somewhere in the newspaper this AM that summer solstice is this Sunday PM.  It truly does feel like summer to me, in just about every sense!  It is still hard for me to get used to these kids having to go to school almost to the end of June.  We always felt abused if we had to even go a week into June!  (Something tells me that I've already mentioned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108731500493034418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108731500493034418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108731500493034418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108731500493034418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/settling-in-to-summer-i-do-believe_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108713872446519364</id><published>2004-06-13T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T11:02:52.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Laid PlansHow quickly a day can change!  I awoke early to go for my walk on this beautiful Sunday AM, knowing I would be spending a goodly chunk of time indoors at the Center, and wanting to be able to also make it to Queens for dinner, without having to rush too much.  It was an absolutely gorgeous morning to walk ... early Sunday it is peaceful and the weather was perfect.  Upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108713872446519364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108713872446519364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108713872446519364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108713872446519364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/best-laid-plans-how-quickly-day-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108709396456943800</id><published>2004-06-12T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:35:34.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday in the ParkI could get used to these little weekend activities.  Last PM we had our traditional "jerk" BBQ and then watched the California Reagan memorial service.  Politics aside, we should all have such a loving mate in our lives.  Today we went walking in Prospect Park and then had authentic Jamaican beef patties for lunch.  'Burned a Ray Charles memorial CD and other unmentionable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108709396456943800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108709396456943800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108709396456943800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108709396456943800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/saturday-in-park-i-could-get-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108676545623994614</id><published>2004-06-09T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T03:17:36.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BatThe bat is the symbol of rebirth. On the one hand, bats live in dark caves that are reminiscent of the darkness of the grave; on the other hand, they rest their heads down, which corresponds to the position of a baby just before it is born. First and foremost, the bat explains the symbolic death, which a shaman has to die during his initiation. The fundamental idea is that the person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108676545623994614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108676545623994614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108676545623994614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108676545623994614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/bat-bat-is-symbol-of-rebirth.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108675146350463484</id><published>2004-06-08T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:24:23.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SummertimeIt's starting to really feel like summer.  Less than three weeks of school left for these kids.  It's still hard for me to get used to school going almost through June.  We always felt abused if we went into the first week of June.  The schedules are escalating now ... with all the end of the year activities piling up on top of each other ... three kids worth.  Soon the girls will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108675146350463484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108675146350463484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108675146350463484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108675146350463484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/summertime-its-starting-to-really-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108648655398751668</id><published>2004-06-05T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:55:15.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesIt's Saturday PM and I'm working ... something I do often and usually look forward to spending some relaxing time with the kids.  They keep very busy and by Saturday PM are usually just ready to chill, so the evening usually consists of "freelance" dinner, TV/movies, bathing, and reading.  Main Man ... the six year old ... is having his first sleepover at a friend's house tonight, so I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108648655398751668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108648655398751668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108648655398751668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108648655398751668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/changes-its-saturday-pm-and-im-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108629141270444765</id><published>2004-06-03T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:36:52.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FocusA friend and colleague phoned this AM to ask for prayer work regarding her focus, as she is completing her thesis in the next three weeks.  Interesting that we often attract just what it is that we need ourselves.  I was just feeling rather scattered myself and thinking about how it is time to readjust my focus.  My life has outpictured much of what I have been desiring, so now it is time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108629141270444765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108629141270444765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108629141270444765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108629141270444765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/06/focus-friend-and-colleague-phoned-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108603098546562517</id><published>2004-05-31T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T15:21:04.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And How Was Your Weekend?For me, one of the nicest ways to spend holiday time is doing what everyone else isn't doing.  As I said earlier, the family all went to their country house on Friday PM.  Jamaica Man came up early Saturday AM and just left a short time ago.  He questioned coming up Friday PM, but I was just as happy to have a little alone time, honestly.  I am the type of person who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108603098546562517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108603098546562517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108603098546562517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108603098546562517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-how-was-your-weekend-for-me-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108582488986744466</id><published>2004-05-29T05:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T06:04:14.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Your Granny's Panties!There's nothing like a new relationship to send one shopping ... that coupled with the change of season, spells ... BUY!  My underwear drawer has now received a total makeover ... thanks to Jamaica Man and the Avenue intimates sale.  And there's been outerwear too!The family has gone to their country house for the long weekend and we have this whole place to ourselves!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108582488986744466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108582488986744466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108582488986744466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108582488986744466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/05/not-your-grannys-panties-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108558201983151505</id><published>2004-05-26T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T14:51:36.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to RealityIt's been awhile!  Let's see if I can get back here again with some degree of regularity.Life is good.  It's been almost a month now with Jamaica Man and the challenge is now incorporating all this into my life ... maintaining the individual within the couple.My room is completed and ready for me to move back in.  The weather has been much too nice and I have had more exciting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108558201983151505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108558201983151505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108558201983151505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108558201983151505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/05/back-to-reality-its-been-awhile-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108478958565469845</id><published>2004-05-17T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T06:26:25.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning:  Lack of Posting Not Directly Related to Lack of Excitement in LifeOr then again, perhaps it is!  My life has taken a fabulous turn ... I do believe ... I've finally found someone!  So there has not been a lack of excitement in my life lately, but rather, a lot less time to write about said life.Dear daughter ... you will be interested to know that I am finally shaving my legs again ..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108478958565469845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108478958565469845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108478958565469845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108478958565469845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/05/warning-lack-of-posting-not-directly.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108409329000126367</id><published>2004-05-09T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T05:06:33.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More on Jamaica ManYes ... my absence here has been a very good thing.  Someone new has come into my life and much of my time has been redirected.  What a pleasant and welcome addition!  I am feeling a bit overwhelmed at present and trying to just relax ... enjoy ... and breathe!  Why do we have such a hard time accepting the things that we say we want?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108409329000126367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=108409329000126367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108409329000126367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108409329000126367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/05/more-on-jamaica-man-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108359102043265165</id><published>2004-05-03T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:35:42.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Replacement TherapySaturday PM as I came upstairs with a box of these, I also found a message to call Jamaica Man if I felt like talking.  When I hung up the phone two and a half hours later, the box of cookies was still unopened and I returned them to the freezer in the AM.  More on Jamaica Man later ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108359102043265165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108359102043265165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108359102043265165'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108338126458318793</id><published>2004-04-30T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T23:19:22.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember This NumberToday was a beau-t-ful day!  And I love that it stays light until after 7:30 PM!Oh ... that number is 290.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108338126458318793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108338126458318793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108338126458318793'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108333530714294491</id><published>2004-04-30T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:42:25.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tulip Trivia'Loving the spring flower procession.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108333530714294491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108333530714294491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108333530714294491'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108329617801001688</id><published>2004-04-29T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:54:21.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Rosey HueI am very pleased with the new color in my bedroom.  It also looks like I'll finally have TV hook-up in there also.  A few more touch-ups and I'll be moving back in!  Then the real work begins, as I'd like to do some "litening up".A nice day off, with no super-imposed agendas!  Why is it so hard to accept what we so often wish for? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108329617801001688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108329617801001688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108329617801001688'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108303539615043238</id><published>2004-04-26T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:15:21.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black Clouds and RainWell ... the Saturday cooking class didn't happen ... very low attendance at the workshop and double booking in the kitchen.  The same "black cloud" that hung over the Silent Auction.  Thankfully, there was a meeting on Sunday and I discovered that others were having similar experiences ... one person even was as strong as to call "black cloud" a "cancer" ... now this "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108303539615043238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108303539615043238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108303539615043238'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108277055057383550</id><published>2004-04-23T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:47:08.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seeing Things DifferentlyMy new glasses finally came today.  I like them but they do take some getting used to.  They are progressive lenses, and since I only wore reading glasses before, I have to now learn what part of the lens to look through for what.  It's been a while since I've been here ... no particular reason ... just life, I guess ... and I really haven't had much to say ... or as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108277055057383550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108277055057383550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108277055057383550'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108234708120304960</id><published>2004-04-18T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:28:27.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OKSo I've been rather involved in real life and kinda forgot about my cyberworld!  The w'end has been beautiful and tomorrow it's supposed to hit 85!  The spring flowers are gorgeous ... it seems like they're exceptionally pretty this year ... maybe it just looks that way cuz the winter was so long!  The magnolias are beginning to blossom and 'are so beautiful ... we didn't have magnolias in MT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108234708120304960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108234708120304960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108234708120304960'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108209156846256592</id><published>2004-04-16T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T06:45:26.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very BusyJust a quick note here ... 'can't believe how quickly the day passed!I have a houseguest for a few days ... actually a 27 exposure disposable camera's worth of adventures.  'Got my taxes mailed.  They are very easy and I do them myself.  Why do I usually wait until the last day?'Just finished collaging a notebook cover for a friend who turned 40 today ... it came out nice and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108209156846256592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108209156846256592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108209156846256592'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108191320462702012</id><published>2004-04-13T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T23:55:29.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Defense of MothersDietchick writes today of her irritation with her mother over weight comments.  I know this is a "hot potato" between parents and children especially, but friends, siblings, basically all acquaintances, as well.  Is it really the best thing to just not ever bring up the weight issue with a person who is overweight or is it about how the subject is approached?  I struggle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108191320462702012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108191320462702012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108191320462702012'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108182623547829120</id><published>2004-04-12T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:35:28.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers ... and Indian FoodIt's been rainy today, but that is certainly better than snow or cold!Today is Darling Daughter's 23rd birthday ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!  I gave her a subscription to NetFlix, so both she and partner are pleased.Everyone was back to school today, Mom to work, and Dad to China ... seriously.  It was a nice, calm day on the homefront.  I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108182623547829120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108182623547829120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108182623547829120'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108174066226535295</id><published>2004-04-11T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T00:12:12.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ready To Move OnAs planned, I slept in and then made myself a nice breakfast after the family left for the city.  I took a leisurely bath and then a nap and 'had finally convinced myself to go out when the family returned.  'Took myself to the movies ... VERY STRANGE ... and long! 'Disappointed that where I had planned to go for dinner ... Indian ... was not open, so 'came home and had a ham and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108174066226535295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108174066226535295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108174066226535295'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108165556485645563</id><published>2004-04-10T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T12:38:07.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy EasterI really don't know what Easter means for me any longer.  I was raised Catholic and there was a whole lot of hoopla that went with this holiday season.  Thankfully ... I no longer subscribe to much of that.  There really isn't even any Easter candy that I really like!  It helps to be out in this part of the country where everyone doesn't celebrate the same holidays ... then you don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108165556485645563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108165556485645563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108165556485645563'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108148615518207593</id><published>2004-04-09T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:54:04.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Darling Daughter,You asked me for the address to this website, so I take no responsibility for your reaction to anything you may read here ... remember ... whatever was written up to this point is uncensored and written without knowing that you would be reading it.  Anything written from this point ... knowing that you now will be reading ... who knows ... only time will tell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108148615518207593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108148615518207593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108148615518207593'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108138142906603288</id><published>2004-04-07T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:15:49.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Queen and Her Loyal SubjectsSo it is I and the kids this week while mom and dad ski in Utah.  All is going well.  Since they are on school break, everything is pretty laid back.  Today was a gorgeous spring day ... truly ... our flowers are even starting to bloom ... and we are set back in the shade.I have decided that this is my last week of running amuck ... have you heard that before?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108138142906603288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108138142906603288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108138142906603288'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108122366473851762</id><published>2004-04-05T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T00:25:11.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back!I left WA last PM at 7:30 and finally arrived home after 3PM today ... 'coming home from Europe would have been easier!  Anyway ... the trip was good and I'm glad to be back to my life and eager to get with the program ... I am sick and tired of feeling like shit ... so it is time to do something about it ... time to get back into the mode of a healthy lifestyle!!!It was good to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108122366473851762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108122366473851762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108122366473851762'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108080021419252096</id><published>2004-04-01T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T01:20:32.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!In a few short hours, I am off to visit daughter on my "birthday get-away" weekend.  I am looking forward to our time together and a change of pace.  This week has moved quickly, knowing I would be leaving on Thursday.  I had my driver's license to renew before I left and Monday AM at the DMV was a frightening experience ... like cattle gathered for the auction.  I made a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108080021419252096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108080021419252096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108080021419252096'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108041273628701190</id><published>2004-03-27T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T13:45:31.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tales of the Castle on the HudsonI have been having some lovely e-mail exchanges with a sensually- learned man from Toronto.  I have always found mental stimulation very erotic ... especially in the sense of the written word.  Here is my account to him of the "ceiling incident".Ahh ... the royal bedchamber ...I must tell you the tale of late ...place of sublime reunionand excitement for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108041273628701190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108041273628701190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108041273628701190'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-108027675436084673</id><published>2004-03-25T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T09:33:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming Out of HibernationI truly feel like a bear who's crawled out of her cave after the long winter ... a bit disheveled but eager to embrace the spring!Yesterday I went to have my eyebrows waxed after months of neglect and today I had my hair colored and trimmed.  And thanks to the bullseye I also have three new pairs of pants and two tank tops for a slight bit more than a ben franklin.  (I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/108027675436084673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108027675436084673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/108027675436084673'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107996533628807337</id><published>2004-03-22T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:37:24.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Life Goes OnI had a fabulous massage yesterday to ease the effects of battling the plaster.  I also treated myself to some fresh spring flowers in my guest room.  Yesterday was "in like a lamb, but out like a lion" ... there is a bitter cold wind still this AM, but I know it is really spring!I am reading  Passing for Thin and loving it. The author is from MT ... like me ... now lives in NY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107996533628807337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107996533628807337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107996533628807337'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107966779834532705</id><published>2004-03-18T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:47:55.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sky Is FallingWhat a day!  A sizely portion of plaster gave way from the ceiling of my bedroom today, leaving me with a huge mess.  Everything is coated with dust!  Now I know that dust is better than water or fire, but right now the cleaning process seems endless.  I have removed all the plaster chunks ... four plastic garbage cans worth of the heavy stuff ... the biggest portion of dirt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107966779834532705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107966779834532705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107966779834532705'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107941199177997990</id><published>2004-03-15T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:11:25.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PoetryToday was the deadline for a local poetry contest and I did submit.  I actually bullied myself into doing it by telling Middle Sister, who is an avid writer, about it as there were categories from child to adult.  If she was interested, I told her I would submit her entries along with mine.  She turned over her two poems so then it was up to me.  I enjoy writing and 'have written since I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107941199177997990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107941199177997990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107941199177997990'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107932479095345922</id><published>2004-03-14T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:09:07.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Nice Sunday AfternoonI've always said that gay men make the best girlfriends, but Lesbian Girlfriend is right up there.  We had another lovely brunch/movie afternoon and lots of laughs.  She also gave me my birthday present ... early, in case I had to return it ... it fits fine and I love it.  After a leisurely brunch, we decided to check out the movies and we're able to walk right in to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107932479095345922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107932479095345922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107932479095345922'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107906447487451000</id><published>2004-03-11T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:12:52.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fickle, Fear, or Fate?I must say that since I have decided to somewhat actively pursue the search for a relationship, I have become extremely content in my singleness.  As I Am wrote a few days back on how much she enjoys her private time and does not want to sacrifice it for a relationship, but maybe she could find someone who also has that need.  Ditto for me.  This Fish posted today about her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107906447487451000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107906447487451000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107906447487451000'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107892816020218788</id><published>2004-03-10T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T09:41:33.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Calm After The StormAfter thirty some odd years of monthly hormone cycles, why is it that so much of the time I don't even realize when my attitude is PMS based ... until after the fact?  I remember reading somewhere that the issues we over react to during PMS are usually very valid issues that we are trying hard to be "nice" about when our hormones are more balanced.  Anyway ... the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107892816020218788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107892816020218788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107892816020218788'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107871811842657094</id><published>2004-03-07T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T07:28:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crabby and CrampyThe monthly visitor ... although it's not so regular in these pre-menopausal times ... arrived today in its full glory.  Every third or so is real harsh and this be one.  I really didn't feel like going over to the Center today and before I even left I could see the scheduling was less than desirable.  I was anxious to leave ASAP and Lesbian Girlfriend came to my rescue.  We had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107871811842657094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107871811842657094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107871811842657094'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107854440754804161</id><published>2004-03-05T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:34:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopping and GirlfriendsAfter those last two posts, it's definitely time to liten-up!My new Coldwater Creek catalog came today.  Lesbian Girlfriend gave me a gift certificate there for my birthday last April that I have yet to spend.  Every catalog I get, there's too many things I like and I can't decide!  She was so disgusted with me that for Christmas, she went ahead and ordered an item which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107854440754804161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107854440754804161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107854440754804161'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107846210682536624</id><published>2004-03-04T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:51:27.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 2About fat and relationship ... So the other part of it is that I am much more open to a relationship when I am thinner ... in fact, it's one of the first things that usually comes as a result.  I know all the crap about feeling better about yourself and others sense that ... blah, blah, blah.  What I'm trying to figure out for my life is if fat is the by-product of success or if the lack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107846210682536624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107846210682536624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107846210682536624'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107837331974905190</id><published>2004-03-03T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:13:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smokers and JokersYes ... I've had some response to the ad ... let's see ... a twenty-something ... a thirty-something ... some smokers ... some marrieds ... some too far away.  One I did forward my picture to ... 'didn't fit into any of the above categories ... a college professor from NYC who sounded interesting.  It would be fun to have a male friend in the city, so we'll see.I wonder what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107837331974905190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107837331974905190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107837331974905190'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107793641404212689</id><published>2004-02-27T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:56:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personal InfoAbout me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107793641404212689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107793641404212689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107793641404212689'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107780482626222661</id><published>2004-02-26T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:27:47.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids These Days!It's been a week since I've posted ... I guess maybe that's also been a way for me to "bury my head in the sand" ... you know ... if you write about it, you gotta think about it ... anyway.A quick update and then I am going walking with TRG (Tuscany Roommate Girlfriend) who is leaving this weekend to find an apartment in the NW.Re:  the AI ... see here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107780482626222661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107780482626222661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107780482626222661'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107724700210045991</id><published>2004-02-19T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:58:30.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Am I and What Day Is It?I'm back home again and, although I really didn't work much this week, I feel like I've been in a "holding pattern" a lot of the time.  Communication is not a strong suit in this family, and frankly it pisses me off to have to "play detective" to figure out my schedule.  I am normally off by 8:30 Wednesday evening.  If that is not to be the case, it would be nice to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107724700210045991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107724700210045991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107724700210045991'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107698135819894021</id><published>2004-02-16T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T08:12:10.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Update'Spent Saturday AM at the circus with the kids and then delivered them to their parents in the country that afternoon.  It was a beautiful drive back, against a blush sky, provoking much thought.  Sunday I had the honor of being the initial overnight guest at the boys' new digs ... I am slowly transitioning to their move.  The new place is beautiful and more together than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107698135819894021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107698135819894021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107698135819894021'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107671994721241758</id><published>2004-02-13T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:57:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiya Marc!!!Well I gave out my blog address to someone I know for the first time today.  It really wasn't so bold as she isn't even in this country right now, and she also knows a lot of my inner most secrets, and I, her's.  She's the chick who should have a blog, and it would be mucho interesting ... she's about got Matt Lauer beat in the "Where In the World?" game!I am the "Queen of the Manor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107671994721241758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107671994721241758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107671994721241758'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107664309076206834</id><published>2004-02-12T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:30:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Defense of Odd FamiliesIan had the edge with me over Lanny in last night's family visits.  Ian ... your brother gave me no "warm fuzzies" but that was much better than the reaction I got from Lanny's mother.  Her daughter-in-law even looked and sounded less than enthusiastic about mom's involvement in her son's lives.  I've been there ... done that, Meredith ... it only gets worse ... SMART </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107664309076206834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107664309076206834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107664309076206834'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107651433252561036</id><published>2004-02-11T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:45:46.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love and LossI have been negligent in my posting the last few days ... and to why have been my thoughts?  From my site meter I do see that there are some faithful "logger-onners", so I will let that motivate me into posting today.  I know how I feel when the posts on the sites I read get stale.I think this "valentine season" is affecting me more than I care to admit.  I was engaged on V-Day ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107651433252561036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107651433252561036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107651433252561036'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107629971090965859</id><published>2004-02-08T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:11:30.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Magnetic PersonalityI have expanded my line ... from bookmarks and notecards to magnets.  We sold 18 today, with orders for 40 more.  I also was inspired to add a new one to the line tonight ... fun, fun, fun!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107629971090965859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=107629971090965859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107629971090965859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107629971090965859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-magnetic-personality-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107617213439954338</id><published>2004-02-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:45:33.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movement All Around MeI just found out that TRG (Tuscany Roommate Girlfriend) will be soon moving to the Pacific Northwest.  She lost her sister shortly after I did, leaving behind a nine year old nephew.  TRG has no children and is between jobs, so 'has decided to relocate.  Interestingly enough, she will be living only a few hours from daughter ... and family.The Boys ... also good friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107617213439954338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=107617213439954338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107617213439954338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107617213439954338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/02/movement-all-around-me-i-just-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107611467747148750</id><published>2004-02-06T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T19:47:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlindsidedAn "ice day" today, as opposed to a "snow day" ... whatever ... ENOUGH!!!  Thankfully, I was prepared with some reading material ... everyone else in the house seemed to have plans away from the house.  I am reading Richard Cohen's new book, Blindsided, and loving it.  Interestingly, Richard is a man I have observed from afar since I have lived here.  He is married to Meredith Vieira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107611467747148750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=107611467747148750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107611467747148750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107611467747148750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/02/blindsided-ice-day-today-as-opposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107604007213653162</id><published>2004-02-05T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:06:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sperm ProfilesSo daughter links me to her AI (artificial insemination) site and tells me the numbers of profiles they have been considering.  I spent a long time last PM reading "sperm profiles" ... who knew???  There's basic info and then some essay questions answered in the donor's handwriting.  I found myself looking for someone with nice handwriting ... I know, weird obsession ... 'lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107604007213653162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318976&amp;postID=107604007213653162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107604007213653162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107604007213653162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/2004/02/sperm-profiles-so-daughter-links-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107595400315068316</id><published>2004-02-04T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:10:34.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cowboys and BabiesHere we are at Wednesday again and ninety minutes of The Bachelorette tonight ... I do love that show!  I think Meredith and a lot of the guys are great and it's nice to see my favorites seem to also be some of her's.  Ian ... ya better work on that verbal communication tho cuz it's gettin' down to the wire and you've got some stiff competion.  Lanny ... you brought tears to my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107595400315068316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107595400315068316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107595400315068316'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107583050679520553</id><published>2004-02-03T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T12:50:45.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PassionAs I sit in the grocery store parking lot eating my lunch of baked eggplant and vegi salad from the food bar ... VERY YUMMY! ... I think that there really isn't anything that gives such satisfaction as good food, that is so available and acceptable.  Now there are plenty of things I enjoy ... with passion ... maybe part of the problem is that I am such a passionate person?  Availability </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107583050679520553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107583050679520553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107583050679520553'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107572969996776872</id><published>2004-02-02T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:32:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHH Monday!For me, it's a good thing ... everyone is out of the house by 8:30 AM, 'cept the housekeeper and the dog!  It's wonderful to begin the week with a respite. I had a tough evening yesterday ... the day went well ... Center stuff and lunch with friends ... and then an evening where it just would have been nice to spend at home and/or with "someone special".  I guess that's the part </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107572969996776872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107572969996776872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107572969996776872'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107556619322597206</id><published>2004-01-31T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T11:26:23.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Color PurpleI love it ... the color purple that is ... hence ... my new look!  This may not be a big thing to most of you, but for me, my adventures into creating in cyberland are BIG.  It is all self discovery and ... I must admit ... very fun and addicting!  Now I want to find out how to add graphics and sidebars ... and ...  But I have other things to do and must gently tell the manic in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107556619322597206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107556619322597206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107556619322597206'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107552376577472833</id><published>2004-01-30T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:39:40.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CyberlandSo I even checked into getting a site meter today ... 'didn't get it installed yet tho.  I'm finding scads of good blogs ... it's kind of like an on-line scavenger hunt ... so what would the prize be?  I honestly think that this blogging thing ... reading and writing ... is truly a help for me with the weight issues and more.  It's a wonderful opportunity to see into the souls of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107552376577472833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107552376577472833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107552376577472833'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107543734123810625</id><published>2004-01-29T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:42:14.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Healthy Dose Of Creativity'Spent all day in my space collaging bookmarks and notecards.  'Did not even leave the house.  I was happy to receive a call saying the Silent Auction for the Center has again been postponed, which means I do not have to do all that prep work now before Sunday  ... more time to college!  Food is not the only area of my life where I yo-yo ...  I readily admit to being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107543734123810625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107543734123810625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107543734123810625'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107535226979203403</id><published>2004-01-28T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T00:00:00.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRRRRRRRRRR!!!Snow day = LONG DAY!  Packs of kids and then emotion and drama when I wanted to chill and just watch The Bachelorette.  'So happy to have a day off tomorrow ... I am fried!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107535226979203403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107535226979203403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107535226979203403'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107526150711938065</id><published>2004-01-27T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:48:44.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow ... My First Comment!THANKS Abeillia!  I know ... pretty soon I'll be all sensitive cuz people are makin' comments that rub me the wrong way, but for now, it's nice to see something besides a "goose egg" in the comment counter.  I was thinkin' today that maybe I'd start askin' some questions here to prompt some comments ... like ...***Since part of my "litening up" is about weight issues </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107526150711938065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107526150711938065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107526150711938065'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107517484629999686</id><published>2004-01-26T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:42:54.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Monkey In A Monkey YearPredictions for 2004: Year of the Wood MonkeyMonkeyHey! It’s your turn to run the show this year. But don’t forget. A new 12-year cycle begins for you now. Time to clean up your act. Time to build. Decide where (and who) you want to be in 12 years. Make a clean sweep of debt and call in all outstanding loans. Remain rigorously focused on your own progress - or else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107517484629999686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107517484629999686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107517484629999686'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107509157238777759</id><published>2004-01-25T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T01:14:09.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like The Sound of This! Free of the Goat year at last! On the heels of a tumultuous 2003 — filled with the Goat’s anxiety-producing losses, calamities and disasters — our old friend the dependable, problem-solving, laughing-all-the-way-to-the-bank Wood Monkey propels us into a time of hope and joy. Chinese Wood Monkeys come swinging along every sixty years, helping us clean up our messes … </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107509157238777759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107509157238777759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107509157238777759'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107500198869748559</id><published>2004-01-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:42:41.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Quick OnePost that is ... at least it hasn't been so long that my mind doesn't even go there anymore!We had the retreat at the Center today and it went very well.  Attendance was about fifteen but there really is something to say for the intimacy of smaller groups.  I can't say enough about the value of visioning ... for more info search keywords: Rev. Michael Beckwith and visioning.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107500198869748559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107500198869748559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107500198869748559'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107491604512542861</id><published>2004-01-23T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:50:27.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very TiredSomehow it doesn't seem like I've had a day off this week.  I'm sure it has a lot to do with the weather and being indoors so much.  There's also been a lot of company around.  I did take myself to see Along Came Polly yesterday.  I wasn't expecting an award winner ... it's cute ... a rental type movie.  I also have gotten into making cards and bookmarks for the Bookstore ... prompted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107491604512542861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107491604512542861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107491604512542861'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107478804881440825</id><published>2004-01-22T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:21:41.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's See If The "Comments" Installation WorksCould it really be that easy?  And I've noticed that I now have ads in the header to my page where the box used to be blank!  'Will also have to go back and read through the template as it looks like I may be able to figure other things out like adding to the sidebar ... oh my!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107478804881440825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107478804881440825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107478804881440825'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107474780761052326</id><published>2004-01-21T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:10:41.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple PleasuresFirst let me say, it was a very good day!  Payday always helps, and today is my "Friday".  I visited one of my favorite stores ... Barnes and Noble ... looking for a special book for a friend's birthday.  'Found the book, along with many other discoveries, like always.  'Did not realize that Julia Cameron had a new book out ... Sound of Paper.  She is one of my all time favorite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107474780761052326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107474780761052326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107474780761052326'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107464810086091082</id><published>2004-01-20T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:25:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>January ... Enough Already!So I came to the brilliant conclusion today that January is just going to be my "fuck it" month.  It's never been much of a favorite of mine, and this year it's truly lived up to its reputation.  Eleven more days of "reckless abandon" ... how much can one month undo four?  I guess we'll soon see.  Yesterday was the first Monday that I haven't weighed since the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107464810086091082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107464810086091082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107464810086091082'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107456722445472933</id><published>2004-01-19T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:57:02.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes It Takes Just As Much Energy To Maintain As It Does To Move Mountains At Other TimesAnd this is one of those "just struggling to maintain" times!  So I was going great guns for four months ... perfect exercise record, balanced eating, moving back into forgotten phases of my life ... shopping for smaller clothes and starting to dream about the possibility of a new relationship in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107456722445472933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107456722445472933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107456722445472933'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107447825973485617</id><published>2004-01-18T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:14:44.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have Lived Most Of My Life With This FantasyI have lived most of my life with this fantasy that everything would be OK if and when I finally lost those extra pounds.  Sound familiar?  Well you know what?  The closer I get to succeeding at loosing the weight, the more aware I become of the fallacy of this reasoning, which seems to trigger a relapse.  Somehow, in my convoluted thoughts, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107447825973485617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107447825973485617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107447825973485617'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107440268368372872</id><published>2004-01-18T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:14:28.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short and SweetI worked the day shift today and the food was not so great ... too many people around and too much idle time.  I really miss my routine of daily walking and balanced eating!  Thankfully, the weather isn't so cold anymore.  The plumber told us today that it had hit -30 with wind chill during the cold spell and that was the coldest it's been around here in a hundred years!  'Had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107440268368372872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107440268368372872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107440268368372872'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107430911657155160</id><published>2004-01-16T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:17:35.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot TopicOne of my favorite reads:  www.dietchick.blogspot.com  posted today her concerns over gaining weight in a new relationship.  Interestingly enough, I had just had a long discussion on this very topic with a male friend last evening.  One of the comments on the dietchick site seemed to hit a big nail on the head.  It said that in spite of the fact that we are the same people in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107430911657155160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107430911657155160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107430911657155160'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107422171920314750</id><published>2004-01-15T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:58:15.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Snow DayThe snow did materialize to the tune of about 6" or so ... enough to call a "snow day" for schools, etc.  It really was a beautiful day ... at least from my window ... I did not leave the house ... clean white fluffy snow and sunshine, but I think it was plenty cold too. I really am feeling much better ... like I'm finally ready to actually move into the new year!  I even took down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107422171920314750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107422171920314750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107422171920314750'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107413803669280342</id><published>2004-01-14T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:44:14.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outdoor exercise In Cold Weather Burns Extra Calories ... Right?I walked my hour outdoors today in spite of the single digit temps and baby it was cold!  It's hard to believe that I was born and raised in a state that often lays claim to the coldest temps in the nation.  Getting older and thinner must make one less resistant to the cold.  'Rewarded myself with some yummy soup from California </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107413803669280342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107413803669280342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107413803669280342'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107405196909777400</id><published>2004-01-13T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:53:19.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So What Does This All Have To Do With Being A Perfectionist?The MO of my particular type of perfectionism is the "all or nothing" syndrome ... basically, I tend to have to do it "perfectly" or 'don't even bother doing it at all ... so you can imagine the situations I can get myself into.  As my blog subtitle says, I am "recovering", so I do realize my tendency toward this and put some effort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107405196909777400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107405196909777400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107405196909777400'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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-6318976.post-107396743428109792</id><published>2004-01-12T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:19:26.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so it is!Tomorrow is a brand new day ... in a brand new year ... with a brand new attitude!  Enough of this! I've sulked long enough!  Time to get back on track ... unpack those bags ... take down those cards and that tree ... honor your body once again with healthy choices in food and movement ... clean up that clutter ... etc. etc. etc.For whatever the need, I've taken a little two week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litenup.blogspot.com/feeds/107396743428109792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107396743428109792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318976/posts/default/107396743428109792'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03506682662470882079</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>
