<?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-1386103061041164818</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:43:35.962-06:00</updated><category term='Ex-husband'/><category term='Life'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Vision'/><category term='Workout'/><category term='Music'/><category term='#reverb10'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Habits'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Divorce'/><category term='Being 30'/><category term='29 Before 30'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Life Started Over at 28</title><subtitle type='html'>I thought I had the perfect life with the perfect husband. 
I was wrong. 
Now I am living my life for me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>435</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3661553443479611176</id><published>2011-12-15T14:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:10:26.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>I am a numbers person. Love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 trips taken this year (not including trips to the lake)&lt;br /&gt;31 books read (thus far)&lt;br /&gt;6 concerts attended&lt;br /&gt;1 psycho person quasi dated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3661553443479611176?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3661553443479611176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/12/numbers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3661553443479611176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3661553443479611176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/12/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7978042182520864222</id><published>2011-12-11T10:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:27:58.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreal</title><content type='html'>Gone but not forgotten. That is how I've treated this blog lately. Still having an identity crisis and not sure where to take it. If anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was in Montreal for work and as much as I dreaded it.. I enjoyed it. Now, I don't claim to understand why Canadians insist on only serving Coors Light instead of my beloved Bud Select/Light but alas... It's not half bad here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I dined at &lt;a href="http://www.batonrougerestaurants.com/home.html"&gt;Restaurant Baton Rogue&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyed the best Spinach Dip I've ever had. EVER. Although this was located next to the hockey stadium and it was game night so service was a tad slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I had a few beverages at the hotel bar. The bartender spoke to me in French (as they all seem to until you look as if pigs flew and they in turn begin speaking in&amp;nbsp;English) and when I answered in English he said - oh, sorry you look French. I think that's their version of a compliment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after exploring a bit of downtown&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.wiensteinandgavinos.com/en/menu"&gt;Wienstein &amp;amp; Gavino&lt;/a&gt;. Their tortellini Alfredo was yummy but the best part.....the fresh from the oven bread loaf. I am not a bread and oil person, more of a butter person but I survived. Especially when that yummy bread met my Alfredo sauce. I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the reason I was there. Work. And the meeting went very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For supper I went to a place I spied while exploring the city...Why did I choose it? Because they had Bud Light on their menu!!!!!!!!!! I nearly did cartwheels in the street! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was &lt;a href="http://www.restomontreal.ca/en/4550/Burger-Bar-Crescent"&gt;Burger Bar&lt;/a&gt;. It was located on Crescent Street near Wienstein &amp;amp; Gavino. This was a really cute collection of bars and restaurants. Probably their hot spot area. The burger, their royale, was sub par at best. The hamburger meat was eh. And the bacon was not good. The cheese only somewhat melted and had that fake cheese glossiness to it. However the service and the onion rings....so yummy. The bartender was super friendly and even other servers stopped to chat. And harass me for drinking water...my beloved Bud Light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I would recommend Montreal to those who want to visit a metropolitan city with a European vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7978042182520864222?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7978042182520864222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/12/montreal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7978042182520864222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7978042182520864222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/12/montreal.html' title='Montreal'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8789906464218071733</id><published>2011-09-28T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:29:35.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation for Being Single</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-did-i-go.html"&gt;stage 5 clinger&lt;/a&gt; (S5C) continues to persist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch you up we must go back in time. Two Friday's prior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first quarter of a college football game while eating my chicken quesadilla at the bar. Then I went home. I wasn't in the mood to be out. After I left S5C showed up. With a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;insert happy dance here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then proceeded to ask my friend the bartender where I was, who was I with? Did I ask about him? Why did I leave? On and on. Of course bartender texted me to let me know what was going on. And to let me know that B was hearing his entire tirade. Others got involved telling him to drop it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy dance ended a long time ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part of this was that I never heard from him that night. Small victory for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was having a drink with B.&amp;nbsp;I was sitting&amp;nbsp;with my back to the door.&amp;nbsp;B was standing with his back at the bar so from where he was standing&amp;nbsp;he could see both the front and back doors. All the sudden he says - you need to go outside to the patio. I was confused. So finally I turned around and there was S5C. I said, nope, I think I just need to go home. Hoped off my bar stool and went home.&amp;nbsp;S5C proceeds to text me about why did I leave. B checks to make sure I got home okay and was I being harassed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday after&amp;nbsp;attending a&amp;nbsp;wedding my sister, BIL and I went for a drink.&amp;nbsp;My friend is bartending. She hands me her phone the second I walk in and its all of&amp;nbsp;S5C's texts to her from the prior night saying. I guess its not best guy friend, she must be with B. She's sitting at the bar with him, I guess he has two houses and that must be why. On and on. He must have text her 15 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night my sister text me to meet her for a drink.&amp;nbsp;So we are sitting there and on my left is JL.&amp;nbsp;S5C shows up. 5 min later I get a text from him saying - Please tell me&amp;nbsp;JL isn't my replacement. I don't respond. 10 min later I get another text that says - Sorry, just trying to start a convo. So I respond and I said - I am not with JL,&amp;nbsp;best guy friend&amp;nbsp;or B. K? I'm not with anyone. So he responds again and says - Okay, I just don't know why you don't talk to me and stop listening to&amp;nbsp;bartender she is probably not making me look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay buddy. What isn't making you look good is psycho texting. Asking anyone and their brother about me. Accusing me of sleeping with every guy I sit or stand next to. Get over it. It lasted two weeks. Not 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8789906464218071733?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8789906464218071733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/09/motivation-for-being-single.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8789906464218071733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8789906464218071733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/09/motivation-for-being-single.html' title='Motivation for Being Single'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-9116909559889508843</id><published>2011-09-14T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:27:50.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Where Did I Go?</title><content type='html'>Were you thinking that my bloggy world absence was caused by the &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-boy.html"&gt;possibility of a boy&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't because really the demise of that would have been great blog fodder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad really. He was very nice. We had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's stage 5 meltdowns didn't help either, even if he shouldn't have a voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But B aside, it was too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wasn't saying never. Just not right now. I've been alone for a very long time and I need time to figure out what it is I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even want a relationship after all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept texting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And texting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And calling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I wasn't responding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting my friends trying to get information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also turned into accusing me of sleeping with my best guy friend. Or if not him, it must be someone else, or was I diseased or pregnant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it must be something if I didn't want to talk to him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I just need space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got 10 days of silence. I thought we could turn the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it turns out that over the holiday weekend he was texting my friend again and asking her for more and more information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked best guy friend if he was the reason why I didn't want to talk anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night he made a comment. Which was followed by a text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hadn't responded in 10 minutes I got another text basically going off on me. This went on until I finally had it. I said not nice things. That this type of behavior&amp;nbsp;made me not want to talk to him again. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of reaction is not justified after 2 years. Let alone 2 weeks hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my friends is exactly why I am resigning from the dating world. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-9116909559889508843?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/9116909559889508843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-did-i-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9116909559889508843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9116909559889508843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-did-i-go.html' title='Where Did I Go?'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2649370158884959000</id><published>2011-08-25T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:27:29.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Read A Book? What?</title><content type='html'>I set a goal to read 30 books this year. I think I picked 30 as the number since I am 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with 24 down now I am striving for 50 because with winter just around the corner I will just want to curl up on my sofa and read.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review-diary-of-mad-fat-girl.html"&gt;So what have I been reading since I last shared&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2761626-the-brass-verdict" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2761626-the-brass-verdict"&gt;The Brass Verdict&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12470.Michael_Connelly"&gt;Michael Connelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Brass Verdict (Mickey Haller, #2)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255587995m/2761626.jpg" /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/171026712"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love legal books. Love Mickey Haller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7936809-the-reversal" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Reversal (Mickey Haller, #3)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1279240976m/7936809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7936809-the-reversal"&gt;The Reversal&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12470.Michael_Connelly"&gt;Michael Connelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/171026910"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good yet predictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9681098-the-fifth-witness" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Fifth Witness (Mickey Haller, #4)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1289544170m/9681098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9681098-the-fifth-witness"&gt;The Fifth Witness&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12470.Michael_Connelly"&gt;Michael Connelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/171027110"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good book that kept me intrigued but at the end felt very formulaic. I'm excited to see something new and different for Mickey Haller in his next book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7775640-a-place-of-yes" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Place of Yes" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1300893931m/7775640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7775640-a-place-of-yes"&gt;A Place of Yes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2851433.Bethenny_Frankel"&gt;Bethenny Frankel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/172784760"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this book gives sound, frank advice about love and life. Amazing insights into her life as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/232556.All_She_Ever_Wanted" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="All She Ever Wanted" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1309204043m/232556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/232556.All_She_Ever_Wanted"&gt;All She Ever Wanted&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/136075.Barbara_Freethy"&gt;Barbara Freethy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/180340825"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good book. Quick read. Perfect for the pool or beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/531350.The_Choice" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Choice" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1266578473m/531350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/531350.The_Choice"&gt;The Choice&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2345.Nicholas_Sparks"&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/180341128"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good book, beautiful love story but I'm afraid it could provide false hope to others in a similar situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/242159.Everything_Changes" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Everything Changes" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1173052632m/242159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/242159.Everything_Changes"&gt;Everything Changes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/26163.Jonathan_Tropper"&gt;Jonathan Tropper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/184087819"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fabulous book by my favorite author. He can do no wrong in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5996461-a-bump-in-the-road" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A Bump in the Road: From Happy Hour to Baby Shower" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1312017055m/5996461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5996461-a-bump-in-the-road"&gt;A Bump in the Road: From Happy Hour to Baby Shower&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2746212.Maureen_Lipinski"&gt;Maureen Lipinski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/59226891"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidely honest book about life changes. I love the honesty in the authors voice ans was happy to see that it wasn't all roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9713837-if-you-were-here" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="If You Were Here: A Novel" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1311280971m/9713837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9713837-if-you-were-here"&gt;If You Were Here: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14577.Jen_Lancaster"&gt;Jen Lancaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/202067783"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy read in her total Jen Lancaster voice. I enjoy her witty snark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2649370158884959000?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2649370158884959000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/read-book-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2649370158884959000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2649370158884959000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/read-book-what.html' title='Read A Book? What?'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4510392139591835657</id><published>2011-08-24T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:55:21.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About a Boy</title><content type='html'>There may be a boy. &lt;p&gt;It is very new. &lt;p&gt;So new I am hesitant to write about it. &lt;p&gt;But he&amp;#39;s sweet and kind and wants to spend all of his time with me. &lt;p&gt;And for the most part I am not feeling smothered.  Though I do think my trip to the corporate office this week was well timed. &lt;p&gt;The discussion about my career path I am about to have, knowing I won&amp;#39;t relocate, is not on my top 5 favorite things to do list. &lt;p&gt;But its nice to hear he wishes I were there. &lt;p&gt;It isn&amp;#39;t without complication of the B variety. &lt;p&gt;Full fledged melt down on Friday and I fear it could happen again. &lt;p&gt;To which I say; you have no one to blame but yourself. &lt;p&gt;But there is a boy and we will see where this goes. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4510392139591835657?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4510392139591835657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4510392139591835657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4510392139591835657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-boy.html' title='About a Boy'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2697457121044469528</id><published>2011-08-11T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:13:01.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>My Space</title><content type='html'>I've never really had a finished bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, when MX and I were together I painted and purchased bedding. But it was never fully done. I always concentrated on other rooms in the house. It was always the lowest priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am changing that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare for the arrival of my new bed I will be overhauling &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/calm.html"&gt;both my guest room&lt;/a&gt; and my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot to accomplish by the 16th. Luckily my sister volunteered to come paint my guest room tomorrow! Such a help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I have finally settled on a look for the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that is calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14At7wtPTGI/TkP-8foTx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YVoF3627gig/s1600/Bedroom+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14At7wtPTGI/TkP-8foTx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YVoF3627gig/s320/Bedroom+Final.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping tonight for accessories and am so excited to see this come to life. I won't be having the drapey thing or that bedframe. Rather I am in search of an old door to create a headboard...More to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS - can anyone tell me how to add a Pinterest board to a blog post? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_259918239"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_259918240"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2697457121044469528?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2697457121044469528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-never-really-had-finished-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2697457121044469528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2697457121044469528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-never-really-had-finished-bedroom.html' title='My Space'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14At7wtPTGI/TkP-8foTx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YVoF3627gig/s72-c/Bedroom+Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-179564814563895075</id><published>2011-08-07T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:33:19.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Like a Child</title><content type='html'>I got up at 3 a.m. Central time for my 6 a.m. flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:50 a.m. while printing my boarding pass I realized my flight wasn't until 7:50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which meant I didn't need to be up, dressed and about to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did the mature thing and went back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now completed my first flight where I was in the very last row of the small plane, directly across from the restroom. By some twist of fate no one was in the set next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, being a mature 30 year old woman I loosened my seat belt, lifted the arm rest and curled into a little ball until we touched down in Phoenix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are 30 minutes early and our gate has another plane still attached I'm stifling my inner child's desire to scream for someone to bring me Starbucks. Because I'm tired, cranky and hate work interfering with my weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have one more flight to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for an ocean view once I make it to San Diego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-179564814563895075?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/179564814563895075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/travel-like-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/179564814563895075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/179564814563895075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/travel-like-child.html' title='Travel Like a Child'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4990480482487931512</id><published>2011-08-03T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:45:45.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>The Calm</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping that August brings a sense of calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weekend before Memorial Day I have had plans every weekend which included; a cook off, weekend at the lake, town festival, bridal shower and boat races, wedding, Vegas (part fun/part work), lake, wedding, shower/bachelorette party, shower/bachelorette party, wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 weekends with plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I get to leave for a work trip at 6 a.m. Sunday which means a 3 a.m. wake up call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weekend after that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since May? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mine! And I am getting a facial and an hour long massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things on the agenda&amp;nbsp;for the rest of the&amp;nbsp;month are attending the State Fair, duck races and overhauling my bedroom and guest room in anticipation of 2 sets of visitors later this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your guest room currently looked like Rainbow Brite threw up everywhere wouldn't you want to redo it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAU4G1xJqo/TjlZzJS6eUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Eegy_xk-nTk/s1600/Guest+Bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAU4G1xJqo/TjlZzJS6eUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Eegy_xk-nTk/s320/Guest+Bedroom.jpg" t$="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSHZeszWd20/TjlZ7aecKBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2YRyhhEa_co/s1600/Guest+Bedroom2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSHZeszWd20/TjlZ7aecKBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2YRyhhEa_co/s320/Guest+Bedroom2.jpg" t$="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't make this up. I swear what you see is a 2 hot pink walls, a partially orange wall and 2 yellow walls with maroon shades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, in one room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And of my 6 bedrooms, it is not the worst...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More to come on that one someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it has good bones. Beautiful hardwoods and I am going to build the room around my beloved cowhide rug. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some inspiration ideas below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nd5NJLbWew/Tjldf1My_oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_vmo3MX3Xj0/s1600/Guest+Room+Ideas+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nd5NJLbWew/Tjldf1My_oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_vmo3MX3Xj0/s320/Guest+Room+Ideas+2.jpg" t$="true" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRiIDZ-5AHA/TjleD05gs1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XXV6r0JNKX4/s1600/Guest+Room+Ideas+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRiIDZ-5AHA/TjleD05gs1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XXV6r0JNKX4/s320/Guest+Room+Ideas+4.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lFduedkoZI/TjleGqI9bnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y7W8gFL9mvo/s1600/Guest+Room+Ideas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lFduedkoZI/TjleGqI9bnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y7W8gFL9mvo/s320/Guest+Room+Ideas.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTtgkECYAGk/TjldmPuvQYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rE6Dwrh2Cd0/s1600/Guest+Room+Ideas+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTtgkECYAGk/TjldmPuvQYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rE6Dwrh2Cd0/s1600/Guest+Room+Ideas+3.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4990480482487931512?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4990480482487931512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/calm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4990480482487931512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4990480482487931512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/calm.html' title='The Calm'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAU4G1xJqo/TjlZzJS6eUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Eegy_xk-nTk/s72-c/Guest+Bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6996589604356582116</id><published>2011-08-02T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:29:57.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>About Nothing</title><content type='html'>The theme of life lately seems to be nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing.html"&gt;nothing&lt;/a&gt;, there&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-really-was-nothing.html"&gt; was nothing&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this is a post about nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of my life this week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mowing the lawn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 great workouts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting a company sponsored walking program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draining the hot tub (it's just too hot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh sweet corn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Softball playoffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordering my very first bed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In my adult life I have never bought a bed. Not even with MX. We just always seemed to collect someone elses unwanted beds and those were sufficient. But when I left I only took one bed. A full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to have a big girl bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On B's birthday my Sealy King Plush Pillowtop will be delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the money spent on the new bed and the subsequent decorating expenses I listed 4 dresses and 3 pairs of jeans. These may or may not have been on my to do list for the last 6 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the master &amp;amp; guest bedroom decorating begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have seen any phenomenal bedroom designs lately that can easily incorporate all white bedding - please let me know! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6996589604356582116?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6996589604356582116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-nothing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6996589604356582116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6996589604356582116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-nothing.html' title='About Nothing'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8383905348244936938</id><published>2011-08-01T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:44:23.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex-husband'/><title type='text'>There Really Was Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing.html"&gt;As I mentioned&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; MX got married this past weekend when&amp;nbsp;I was in the same city on that day for a friends wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited to feel something. Anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never came. I was indifferent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lunched with a friend, &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-i-didnt-take.html"&gt;the wife of MX's oldest friend&lt;/a&gt;. I learned her husband had made a point of telling MX we'd be lunching that day. The evil part of me loved that just a bit. I learned they would be attending the wedding. And I was grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful because I do not want to harm their relationship with him. I know they do not agree with his actions but they were friends before and I'd like them to remain that way. They are the kind of people he needs in his life, whether he knows it or not, because they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;good people&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding I attended. The bride had been a reception host in my wedding. One of her bridesmaids had been one of mine. Another bridesmaid and both her personal attendants had roles in my wedding. While they were taking pictures at a foutain they ran into none other than MX and wedding party 2.0. They made a point of yelling hello and watching him squirm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that I may have smiled another wicked smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no tears. No feelings of sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't my life anymore. He has his life 2.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As do I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only place I want to be is right here, right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8383905348244936938?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8383905348244936938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-really-was-nothing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8383905348244936938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8383905348244936938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-really-was-nothing.html' title='There Really Was Nothing'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1084275957745947835</id><published>2011-07-28T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:19:26.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>MX is getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I will be in the same city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting to care but I just don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1084275957745947835?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1084275957745947835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1084275957745947835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1084275957745947835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1318065380532789686</id><published>2011-07-28T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:45:43.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Suma-Suma-Summer Time</title><content type='html'>Summer is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once 4th of July rolls around you may as well breakout your North Face because Old Man Winter is&amp;nbsp; just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that may be a little dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am&amp;nbsp;trying to take&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tressugar.com/"&gt;TresSugar's&lt;/a&gt; advice and embrace the summer that I have. Trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tressugar.com/Perks-Being-Single-Summer-18473687?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Tressugar+%28TresSugar+-+Smart.+Sexy.+Fun.%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;6 Reasons to Embrace Single Life This Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It's all about you. Summer is a time marked by great transition and the possibility to meet people. Find yourself! See what you like, dismiss what you don't, and spend some quality time with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Your cell phone isn't in charge. Part of me adores my cell phone and the other part wants to chuck it out my eighth floor window. Your days — and nights — are your own! There's no need to check in or be attached to your phone waiting to check in with your significant other. Your life is your own. And that's pretty empowering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Traveling solo. You can go anywhere you want, ask for directions when you want, and check out the sights that interest you. The process can be a little overwhelming, but once you embrace the fact that you can get around on your own, there's nothing more uplifting for your confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Music festival freedom. Music festival romances are magic. If you've been on one of these adventures, you know what I'm talking about. You're entranced in the music. You're feeling open and welcoming. And out of nowhere on your right appears the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen who lives across the country. Welcome to your next three days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Butterflies in your belly. That feeling is totally indescribable. And you can have it as much as you want! There's nothing like meeting someone for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Girls-only grilling. No more domineering males to take over the grill. Grab your girlfriends together for a day full of sunshine, booze, and BBQ. On second thought, maybe the BBQ should come before the boozing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•The end of wedding season. Line up those groomsmen and take your pick. Who says the rules of Wedding Crashers apply just for dudes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1318065380532789686?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1318065380532789686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/suma-suma-summer-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1318065380532789686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1318065380532789686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/suma-suma-summer-time.html' title='Suma-Suma-Summer Time'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2986058407549728108</id><published>2011-07-24T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:35:09.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>If It Is What He Wants...</title><content type='html'>According to the August issue of &lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/a&gt; magazine Justin Timerblake says "The Sexy Confidence Guys Love" involves the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Give a Damn. &lt;em&gt;Uh...I have this mastered. In fact, my friends say this makes me unapproachable but JT says desirable...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell an X-rated joke. &lt;em&gt;I've got this &lt;/em&gt;mastered&lt;em&gt; and the dirty mouth to boot. I consider this a personal weakness but again...if JT loves it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know your style. &lt;em&gt;In my late 20's and now early 30's I think I am finally finding my way with this one. I am not a fashionista but you won't find me on a worst dressed list either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try Anything Once. &lt;em&gt;Aside from certain foods - game on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let Him Do All The Work. &lt;em&gt;As much as I enjoy taking control I love it more when its the guy who knows what he wants and goes for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own Your Emotions. &lt;em&gt;Ha. Check. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a Babe Among Boys. &lt;em&gt;I am a guys girl personified.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Him Out. &lt;em&gt;Again, check. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, my question today - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the above is what JT wants anybody want to hook me up? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe what I should be asking is - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the above is true...why do I have zero luck in the dating world? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2986058407549728108?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2986058407549728108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-it-is-what-he-wants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2986058407549728108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2986058407549728108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-it-is-what-he-wants.html' title='If It Is What He Wants...'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5301406555316337861</id><published>2011-07-21T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:35:34.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why don't things work out for you two? &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;That question I can answer. &lt;br /&gt;Texts at 5:43 a.m. telling me to have a good flight (at 6 a.m.) make it impossible. &lt;br /&gt;For me. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5301406555316337861?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5301406555316337861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/why.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5301406555316337861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5301406555316337861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8724715540944846498</id><published>2011-07-13T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:32:55.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Miss</title><content type='html'>Over the 4th I had a fabulous weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reminiscent of the first weekend I spent at this lake. The weekend that brought me B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still there by the way. I don't know that anyone expected that he wouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 days I was on 3 different boats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 the Roy boat. &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 the J boat. &lt;br /&gt;Day 3 the G boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy &amp;amp; J tie up together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 2 the Roy boat had a boy on it I had never met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall call him Farmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer introduced himself to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer asks what my story is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask what he means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single? Boyfriend? Love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and say no, just simply single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets called away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J boat has to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening a girl from the Roy boat mentions that I should date Farmer. She says we are the same age, both single and she thinks we would get along well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as the outdoor bar is closing and I am headed to bed I see Farmer again. He gets a big smile on his face and says hi to me. But we are headed in opposite directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries I think. I will surely run into him tomorrow. But the G boat doesn't tie up with the Roy or the J.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is always FB, I will friend him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is not on FB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose, if its meant to be I will run into him with the Roy boat crew once again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8724715540944846498?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8724715540944846498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8724715540944846498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8724715540944846498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss.html' title='A Miss'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8446463919821859760</id><published>2011-07-11T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:05:24.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Overachieved</title><content type='html'>At 18 I graduated high school and entered college as a sophomore. &lt;br /&gt;At 21 I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration with a concentration in Marketing and started my first sales job. &lt;br /&gt;At 22 I received my first professional promotion. &lt;br /&gt;At 23 I was engaged and purchased my first home. &lt;br /&gt;At 24 I received my Masters in Business Administration and was married. &lt;br /&gt;At 25 I purchased my second home. &lt;br /&gt;At 26 I became a sales manager responsible for the development of various sales peoples careers and an annual business plan that meant hundreds of millions of dollars of revenue. &lt;br /&gt;At 27 I thought I had the most perfect, well established&amp;nbsp;life. &lt;br /&gt;At 28 I discovered my husband had an affair and we divorced. &lt;br /&gt;At 29 I moved back to my home area while simultaneously advancing my career and purchased my 3rd and likely forever home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see why at 30 I wonder if I have anything left to do in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I achieved all that I have to achieve? Am I on the downward slope? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining. I've had a pretty cool life and with that some pretty crappy happenings. But that is what makes it life. Not a fairy tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I wonder what is next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8446463919821859760?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8446463919821859760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/overachieved.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8446463919821859760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8446463919821859760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/07/overachieved.html' title='Overachieved'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6295486310406460392</id><published>2011-06-30T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:51:33.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Coming Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-me.html"&gt;Two years ago&lt;/a&gt; I prepped for a trip not knowing what it would bring. What I didn't realize was that it &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-outlook.html"&gt;would&amp;nbsp;bring clarity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip that would help me truly begin to move on, to begin my life again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/07/acceptance.html"&gt;I found acceptance in where my life stood. I wondered if I was ready to move on? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on that trip that &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/07/truly-starting-over.html"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt; came into my life and has stayed on some level ever since. &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-goodbye.html"&gt;Even when we have tried to not be. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me believe in myself. He made me laugh. He made me smile again. He showed me everything I want in a man. For that I will always be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two years later we will actually get the closure we both need. Whether we really want it or not. It is one of those inevitable things you cannot avoid forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we are content enough to only be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6295486310406460392?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6295486310406460392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-full-circle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6295486310406460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6295486310406460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-full-circle.html' title='Coming Full Circle'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1652078950055499523</id><published>2011-06-23T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:17:00.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Don't Call it a Comeback</title><content type='html'>Two posts in two days does not a comeback make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everyone who shared their thoughts, well wishes and tales of commiseration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not on this path alone and for that I am thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but be a bit envious of some. One girlfriend was barely single a day. Had many guys throwing themselves at her and one ended up being, at least for now, the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other friends who divorced just prior to me; remarried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend, so busy on trips to visit boys who fly her out to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I can't find one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the life I have. I am not curled in a ball crying about my poor, poor pitiful life. I just actually want someone else with me to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love being able to eat what I want and when I want. That I don't have to run trip plans past anyone. That the only approval I have to seek is that of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. I want that person. The one that I call when things go well. Or when they don't. A warm smile. Lazy Sundays curled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want B gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want B to never to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it makes things hard. Because being a walking contradiction is tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want something. Someone quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider this a tale in what I don't want: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night a guy came up and tried to hit on me. His breath was so bad I literally jerked back in reaction to the smell. He later bought me a beer. And mind you this is after I played softball in the rain. I was a hot mess looking like a drowned rat. Standing outside the local watering hole his friends piped up to ask my two friends if I had a boyfriend. The one knew I would not be interested and said that I did. The other, not catching on, says no. The boys say which is it. I shrug to which the original pursuer says - Guess she was just after a free drink. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Actually I wasn't. You sought me out. I declined. You bought me a beer anyway and kept trying.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not what I want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1652078950055499523?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1652078950055499523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-call-it-comeback.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1652078950055499523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1652078950055499523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t Call it a Comeback'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7435712870770071632</id><published>2011-06-22T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:36:28.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while and honestly just thought that I wouldn't again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my time here had been served. There is nothing new to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the fact that I have not managed to formally move on in the sense of a new relationship. I'm still here. Still single. Still no one interested in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I make it difficult. I have a tendency to be closed off, unapproachable at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A defense mechanism at its best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's within reason. People I am not and will not ever be interested in. Men aged 50+. Those acting like total jack@$$es and thinking their "hit on" techniques are cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something specific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I have been trying to make peace with the fact that this may be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my purpose going forward is to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that isn't what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone. I don't want to have to do everything alone all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about things, doing things, buying things and I wish that I had a &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; to do them with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the girl who is always doing it on her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the life I want to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am...Two years plus of being single. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7435712870770071632?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7435712870770071632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/absence.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7435712870770071632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7435712870770071632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/06/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-362976345648992491</id><published>2011-04-26T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:48:06.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Diary of a Mad Fat Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10239677-diary-of-a-mad-fat-girl" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Mad Fat Girl" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51egmkbQWjL._SX106_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10239677-diary-of-a-mad-fat-girl"&gt;Diary of a Mad Fat Girl&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4586513.Stephanie_McAfee"&gt;Stephanie McAfee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/163662194"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super easy, quick, and I mean QUICK read. It is 125 pages! I basically read it in one night. Its a cute story and would be a good vacation/rainy day read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-362976345648992491?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/362976345648992491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review-diary-of-mad-fat-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/362976345648992491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/362976345648992491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review-diary-of-mad-fat-girl.html' title='Book Review: Diary of a Mad Fat Girl'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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-1386103061041164818.post-3279471191947189641</id><published>2011-04-25T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:03:30.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Mockingjay</title><content type='html'>Book #11. Goal for 2011 - 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7260188-mockingjay" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1294615552m/7260188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7260188-mockingjay"&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/153394.Suzanne_Collins"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/163415356"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series from start to finish was excellent. Unlike the Dragon tattoo series that is difficult to start and then takes off this series holds you from the start. I love that the main character has such a different take on herself than that of those that love here. I think that is an accurate depiction of life in general. While the ending is rather expected I was disappointed in what seemed to be a rather malicious killing fo someone close the main character. I am not sure that I found it necessary to the plot. I only hope that movies do the book justice and that my dreams of partaking in the Hunger Games subside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I stayed home on a Friday to finish this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3279471191947189641?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3279471191947189641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review-mockingjay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3279471191947189641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3279471191947189641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review-mockingjay.html' title='Book Review: Mockingjay'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-9044406646631688940</id><published>2011-04-19T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:19:44.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you finish 3 books in 5 days it means lots of book posts by me which actually times out well as I debate the future of this little site. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6148028-catching-fire" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1268805322m/6148028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6148028-catching-fire"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/153394.Suzanne_Collins"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/162216412"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Dragon Tattoo series the second book is even better than the first. Likely because you are already vested in the characters and understand their motivations. Excited to start the third! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to have yet another review in a few days as I am about to start the 3rd book in the series!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-9044406646631688940?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/9044406646631688940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9044406646631688940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9044406646631688940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5278521608151238175</id><published>2011-04-19T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:52:56.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/79885.The_Lincoln_Lawyer" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Lincoln Lawyer (Mickey Haller, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1235574048m/79885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/79885.The_Lincoln_Lawyer"&gt;The Lincoln Lawyer&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12470.Michael_Connelly"&gt;Michael Connelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/155938096"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie first, literally the day after I purchased the book on my Nook. As usual the book is better than the movie yet there are liberties taken in the movie, plot sequence etc, that I actual preferred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2767052-the-hunger-games" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1293504845m/2767052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2767052-the-hunger-games"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/153394.Suzanne_Collins"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/162162544"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely loved this book. The characters are engaging, yet I think there could have been more done with Gale. Overall, a great story/triology that has me fully engaged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5278521608151238175?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5278521608151238175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5278521608151238175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5278521608151238175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-reviews.html' title='Book Reviews'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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-1386103061041164818.post-2110262350663691934</id><published>2011-04-07T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:02:20.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts/Musings on Life, Love and My Face</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be a bit random but it seems that I have spent &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html"&gt;more time taking pictures&lt;/a&gt; than writing as of late. Partially because I am editing myself and what I share about happenings with B and partially because I am just at that typical blogger impasse where I wonder if it even matters. Does anyone even care? If they do, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving on...bare in mind I am bit grumpy and the following is my opinion and mine only.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a friend recently who is going through her own breakup. After two years and much strain she put an end to the relationship. She and I were talking about the demise and how we try and focus on the good memories. She said maybe if she waited he would change, &lt;em&gt;after all Big did for Carrie&lt;/em&gt;. I said that was the problem with TV/movies. They all leave us believing that people will change. That we will get a Hollywood ending. When really we should listen to what they tell us. Typically guys don't lie, &lt;em&gt;we just don't listen when they don't say what we want to hear. &lt;/em&gt;The bad boy doesn't really change to good. The boy who broke your heart doesn't turn around and apologize because he realized he couldn't live without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash. That isn't life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hold onto relationships long after I should because I fear failing. I hate failing at anything. I am just sure that if I try hard enough, work hard enough they will work out. I stay because I believe. I believe because I want my happy ending. I want someone to curl up with, legs slipped over his lap while I hear about his day and telling him about mine. The hug when I come through the door, someone to welcome me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that isn't in the cards for me. At least its not my reality right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being involved. I'm sick of being reminded how much I laughed, smiled and plain got butterflies over every and any interaction. I miss him on a daily basis but I can't let it consume me. I have to stay away. He has. So that tells me that part of what I thought was there is not. And yes, that is what I asked for. It is what I say I want. So can I blame him for giving it to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really what I want is change. The change that should have happened a year and a half ago. The one that has been discussed so many times but never happened. Because it never will. Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike with MX&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-else-to-remember.html"&gt; I will not regret something that once made me smile&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-random-thoughts.html"&gt;No Strings Attached&lt;/a&gt; would have gotten it right if only they hadn't ended up together in the end. In real life, she would not have reciprocated his feelings. She would have said no. She would have broken his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stepping off soapbox now. Rant complete. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to Vegas in 8 days. That means time by the pool, sun and fun. Sunglass Hut gift cards via my Discover Cashback bonus, are en route to &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/12/thing-i-want-now.html"&gt;replace the Ray Ban's&lt;/a&gt; lost in fun. Something to look forward to...Maybe I will win a little money and acquire the jeans I covet all mentioned in the prior post. They are all I have left on that list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...my favorite new things is my &lt;a href="http://www.olay.com/skin-care-products/olay-professional"&gt;Olay ProX&lt;/a&gt;. I am terrible with my skin. I love to tan both in beds and in the sun. I don't wear sunscreen, I simply worship at the alter of bronzed skin. I get facials a couple times per year but lets face it. I am getting older.&amp;nbsp;For $30 I jumped on it. I used it for the first time today and my skin already feels better. Double bonus that it was super relaxing. I will keep you posted on my love as time progresses but I think this is one relationship built for the long haul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2110262350663691934?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2110262350663691934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughtsmusings-on-life-love-and.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2110262350663691934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2110262350663691934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughtsmusings-on-life-love-and.html' title='Random Thoughts/Musings on Life, Love and My Face'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8547866549311554801</id><published>2011-04-07T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:13:56.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38: Vultures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Itk-T9YrfhY/TZ5FNIlO77I/AAAAAAAAAIg/POc0b69NMgw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTItMjAxMTA0MDctMTgxMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736308"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Itk-T9YrfhY/TZ5FNIlO77I/AAAAAAAAAIg/POc0b69NMgw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTItMjAxMTA0MDctMTgxMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736308"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592983879185002418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love my dogs. &lt;p&gt;They love me...Mostly when I&amp;#39;m eating and they think I might divert my attention long enough for them to steal a bite.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8547866549311554801?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8547866549311554801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-38-vultures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8547866549311554801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8547866549311554801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-38-vultures.html' title='Day 38: Vultures'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Itk-T9YrfhY/TZ5FNIlO77I/AAAAAAAAAIg/POc0b69NMgw/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MTItMjAxMTA0MDctMTgxMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736308' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7828164756854605522</id><published>2011-04-06T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:43:06.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 37: Headed Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N6uXIILbxc/TZzyyJVl8jI/AAAAAAAAAIU/12YHChYUVp0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDgtMjAxMTA0MDYtMTc0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-700215"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N6uXIILbxc/TZzyyJVl8jI/AAAAAAAAAIU/12YHChYUVp0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDgtMjAxMTA0MDYtMTc0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-700215"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592611780601180722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;40 minutes between flights and a Wendy&amp;#39;s cheeseburger as I make my way home. &lt;p&gt;There is no place like home.&lt;p&gt;There is no place like home. &lt;p&gt;There is no place like home. &lt;p&gt; Side note: Why do all airports have such heinous carpet?&lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7828164756854605522?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7828164756854605522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-37-headed-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7828164756854605522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7828164756854605522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-37-headed-home.html' title='Day 37: Headed Home'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N6uXIILbxc/TZzyyJVl8jI/AAAAAAAAAIU/12YHChYUVp0/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDgtMjAxMTA0MDYtMTc0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-700215' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7951682197496404371</id><published>2011-04-05T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:42:32.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Questions I Will Never Have Answered</title><content type='html'>I want to write about it. I want to explain it all.&lt;p&gt;I want everyone to understand it all.&lt;p&gt;Mostly I want to tell him that I miss him. That even though I know it&lt;br&gt;is the right move for both of us, I second guess myself everyday.&lt;p&gt;I wonder if I&amp;#39;m on your mind at all...&lt;p&gt;When you read what I wrote, what did you think? Or did you just hit&lt;br&gt;delete and go on with your day?&lt;p&gt;Why was something, predicted by so many never able to come together?&lt;p&gt;Do you miss me?&lt;p&gt;Why does it hurt so much to lose someone you never really had?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7951682197496404371?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7951682197496404371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions-i-will-never-have-answered.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7951682197496404371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7951682197496404371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions-i-will-never-have-answered.html' title='The Questions I Will Never Have Answered'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1727539011411115911</id><published>2011-04-05T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:43:06.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 36: Dinner on the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIXDhxvhNGQ/TZ2--PLHvvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eGTUmXw7pdk/s1600/Travel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIXDhxvhNGQ/TZ2--PLHvvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eGTUmXw7pdk/s320/Travel.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1727539011411115911?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1727539011411115911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-36-dinner-on-road.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1727539011411115911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1727539011411115911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-36-dinner-on-road.html' title='Day 36: Dinner on the Road'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIXDhxvhNGQ/TZ2--PLHvvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eGTUmXw7pdk/s72-c/Travel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6471928650647823633</id><published>2011-04-04T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:43:06.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 35: Work Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_CKHxve65A/TZpcR1eUY7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/uRMvO2FXC_Q/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDctMjAxMTA0MDQtMTkwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-798403"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_CKHxve65A/TZpcR1eUY7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/uRMvO2FXC_Q/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDctMjAxMTA0MDQtMTkwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-798403"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591883348815668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And so begins that packing process. Again!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6471928650647823633?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6471928650647823633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-35-work-travel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6471928650647823633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6471928650647823633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-35-work-travel.html' title='Day 35: Work Travel'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_CKHxve65A/TZpcR1eUY7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/uRMvO2FXC_Q/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDctMjAxMTA0MDQtMTkwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-798403' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5581385902060016411</id><published>2011-04-01T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:42:02.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 32: Realism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnAGULhKf0I/TZZrp9-8zHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/elNQIf8RmjQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDAtMjAxMTA0MDEtMTkxNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-790794"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnAGULhKf0I/TZZrp9-8zHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/elNQIf8RmjQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDAtMjAxMTA0MDEtMTkxNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-790794"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590774356184452210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The real side of being single. All salad plates and cereal bowls. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5581385902060016411?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5581385902060016411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-32-realism.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5581385902060016411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5581385902060016411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-32-realism.html' title='Day 32: Realism'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnAGULhKf0I/TZZrp9-8zHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/elNQIf8RmjQ/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3MDAtMjAxMTA0MDEtMTkxNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-790794' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4014857048623974047</id><published>2011-03-31T18:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:42:02.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 31: Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys_yN5KnovM/TZURXUWnQgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mBWnD_TUIks/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2OTMtMjAxMTAzMzEtMTg0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-740427"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys_yN5KnovM/TZURXUWnQgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mBWnD_TUIks/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2OTMtMjAxMTAzMzEtMTg0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-740427"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590393604748558850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tough day. Personally and professionally. Nothing major, just changes and challenges. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4014857048623974047?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4014857048623974047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-31-comfort-food.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4014857048623974047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4014857048623974047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-31-comfort-food.html' title='Day 31: Comfort Food'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys_yN5KnovM/TZURXUWnQgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mBWnD_TUIks/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2OTMtMjAxMTAzMzEtMTg0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-740427' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2752415872137561138</id><published>2011-03-30T07:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:42:02.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 30: Magically Delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRBQWK9_C0Q/TZMmlwLqSZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p8jH2nSdWUM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODctMjAxMTAzMzAtMDc0Ny5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-703381"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRBQWK9_C0Q/TZMmlwLqSZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p8jH2nSdWUM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODctMjAxMTAzMzAtMDc0Ny5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-703381"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589853992527743378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I eat like a 5 year old. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2752415872137561138?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2752415872137561138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-magically-delicious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2752415872137561138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2752415872137561138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-magically-delicious.html' title='Day 30: Magically Delicious'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRBQWK9_C0Q/TZMmlwLqSZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p8jH2nSdWUM/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODctMjAxMTAzMzAtMDc0Ny5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-703381' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-313388733918819793</id><published>2011-03-29T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:42:02.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 29: Groomers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP_IrvDUJNY/TZJjyGsT3SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j3JjI722VYY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODItMjAxMTAzMjktMTc1NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-731670"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP_IrvDUJNY/TZJjyGsT3SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j3JjI722VYY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODItMjAxMTAzMjktMTc1NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-731670"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589639799961279778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Back from the groomers and all spiffed up!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-313388733918819793?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/313388733918819793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-29-groomers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/313388733918819793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/313388733918819793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-29-groomers.html' title='Day 29: Groomers'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP_IrvDUJNY/TZJjyGsT3SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j3JjI722VYY/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODItMjAxMTAzMjktMTc1NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-731670' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3386798749287493085</id><published>2011-03-28T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:49:18.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 28: Workout Binder</title><content type='html'>When you eat like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JS-tf8qMaZw/TZEhycpYeUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W07ga7rtn5A/s1600/P3280003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JS-tf8qMaZw/TZEhycpYeUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W07ga7rtn5A/s320/P3280003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You have to workout. I do not have healthy eating habits. My favorite foods are rich, creamy and fried. So I workout a lot to try and combat the effect that food has on my waistline. ﻿I am quasi effective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In order to keep from getting bored I keep a workout binder on hand to change things up a bit. I read a lot of fitness and health magazines and when I see a workout I think would be fun/challenging/effective/hard/beneficial I rip it out. I had a fabulous binder about 2 years ago but lost it and have been slowly working on rebuilding. It has become my new Monday ritual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what do you need to get started? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A selection of magazines&lt;/strong&gt;. While I&amp;nbsp;use Shape, Women's Health and Health the most I pull workouts from anywhere. I have been known to use star workouts from US Weekly and routines/tips found in Glamour, InStyle and Real Simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hS0E5u9A9GU/TZEh2sFE6uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oCqzFJGcZsQ/s1600/P3280006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hS0E5u9A9GU/TZEh2sFE6uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oCqzFJGcZsQ/s320/P3280006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some friends to keep you company&lt;/strong&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-VHUxdgiAQ/TZEh6PadOvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5zSQTLufxoI/s1600/P3280007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-VHUxdgiAQ/TZEh6PadOvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5zSQTLufxoI/s320/P3280007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start tearing out the workouts you find interesting&lt;/strong&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4A_Y7zIgCI/TZEh9rsf6cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/juXG_X9NUig/s1600/P3280008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4A_Y7zIgCI/TZEh9rsf6cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/juXG_X9NUig/s320/P3280008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place the workouts in sheet protectors&lt;/strong&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6kygmxH14/TZEiBW6bxiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GjMZmlm6LRw/s1600/P3280009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6kygmxH14/TZEiBW6bxiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GjMZmlm6LRw/s320/P3280009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And place in your pretty binder&lt;/strong&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXoaJaBeEb4/TZEiEqFiXdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rvbfUSFV96c/s1600/P3280011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXoaJaBeEb4/TZEiEqFiXdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rvbfUSFV96c/s320/P3280011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep the various workouts organized inside the binder by utilizing tabs that keep them divided by body part. The tabs I use include: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Full Body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bikini Body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Running/Tri Plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The binder goes with me to the gym and when I travel. Many of the workouts are designed to workout at home or with little to no equipment which makes them ideal for on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reader Notes: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, the significance of the Surf Ballroom is that it is the place "Where Music Died." Great job. Gary Allan was my third concert at this historic location. If you like music history at all I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Yourself-Live-True-Story/dp/0743264460/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1301358056&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Killing Yourself to Live&lt;/u&gt; by Chuck Klosterman.&lt;/a&gt; Great book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bud Light is&amp;nbsp;a fabulous beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3386798749287493085?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3386798749287493085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28-workout-binder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3386798749287493085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3386798749287493085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28-workout-binder.html' title='Day 28: Workout Binder'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JS-tf8qMaZw/TZEhycpYeUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W07ga7rtn5A/s72-c/P3280003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4036052718464728753</id><published>2011-03-27T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:02:01.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 27: Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDkdtRfZLig/TY_Y_LxxLsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UcCXGM4h_Kk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODAtMjAxMTAzMjctMTkzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728529"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDkdtRfZLig/TY_Y_LxxLsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UcCXGM4h_Kk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODAtMjAxMTAzMjctMTkzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728529"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588924242594967234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4036052718464728753?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4036052718464728753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27-lazy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4036052718464728753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4036052718464728753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27-lazy-sunday.html' title='Day 27: Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDkdtRfZLig/TY_Y_LxxLsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UcCXGM4h_Kk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2ODAtMjAxMTAzMjctMTkzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728529' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2799628136197521087</id><published>2011-03-26T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:04:15.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 26: Whitetails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL3lSxBO-Cc/TY6t6eQM-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8WMzu3lOu0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzItMjAxMTAzMjYtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764406"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL3lSxBO-Cc/TY6t6eQM-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8WMzu3lOu0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzItMjAxMTAzMjYtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764406"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588595407678404946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am happy anywhere I go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2799628136197521087?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2799628136197521087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-26-whitetails.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2799628136197521087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2799628136197521087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-26-whitetails.html' title='Day 26: Whitetails'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL3lSxBO-Cc/TY6t6eQM-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8WMzu3lOu0/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzItMjAxMTAzMjYtMTgyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764406' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3293762380447171911</id><published>2011-03-25T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:04:15.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 25: Music History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyVQ8AirV_o/TY1cB537SXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0noYN-AazEw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjktMjAxMTAzMjUtMjIyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766612"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588223900421671282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyVQ8AirV_o/TY1cB537SXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0noYN-AazEw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjktMjAxMTAzMjUtMjIyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bonus points for anyone who knows what significance the Surf hold in terms of music history. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3293762380447171911?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3293762380447171911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-music-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3293762380447171911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3293762380447171911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-music-history.html' title='Day 25: Music History'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyVQ8AirV_o/TY1cB537SXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0noYN-AazEw/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjktMjAxMTAzMjUtMjIyMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766612' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-563543689358169728</id><published>2011-03-24T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:04:15.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 24: Kenny Chesney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQE7y8osh68/TYwdqW2b8NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-ZmjOHuLzo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NTktMjAxMTAzMjQtMjExNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764409"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQE7y8osh68/TYwdqW2b8NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-ZmjOHuLzo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NTktMjAxMTAzMjQtMjExNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764409"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587873851185557714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-563543689358169728?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/563543689358169728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-kenny-chesney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/563543689358169728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/563543689358169728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-kenny-chesney.html' title='Day 24: Kenny Chesney'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQE7y8osh68/TYwdqW2b8NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-ZmjOHuLzo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NTktMjAxMTAzMjQtMjExNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764409' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1234191721448190903</id><published>2011-03-23T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:56:31.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 23: TRX Suspension Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIEsg4OMXMQ/TYnpAfY8u8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HW9nw5PX_do/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDQtMjAxMTAzMjMtMDczMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-713055"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIEsg4OMXMQ/TYnpAfY8u8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HW9nw5PX_do/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDQtMjAxMTAzMjMtMDczMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-713055"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587253007365225410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This could be the cause of my death. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1234191721448190903?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1234191721448190903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23-trx-suspension-training.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1234191721448190903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1234191721448190903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23-trx-suspension-training.html' title='Day 23: TRX Suspension Training'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIEsg4OMXMQ/TYnpAfY8u8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HW9nw5PX_do/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDQtMjAxMTAzMjMtMDczMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-713055' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3156386098601463501</id><published>2011-03-22T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:58:43.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Day 22: A Movie Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtS4ebR2H9c/TYlnS9N75MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OQnTe9i8oWY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDMtMjAxMTAzMjItMjIxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706859"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587110388098131138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtS4ebR2H9c/TYlnS9N75MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OQnTe9i8oWY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDMtMjAxMTAzMjItMjIxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706859" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Typical day...&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;Workout&lt;br /&gt;Work more&lt;br /&gt;(Catching on that I'm working out over my lunch hour?) &lt;br /&gt;Clean my house&lt;br /&gt;Call from my sister - want to see a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Finish cleaning house&lt;br /&gt;Mad dash to our new and improved Target (the mecca)&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Lawyer. So good. Go see it. Now!&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3156386098601463501?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3156386098601463501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22-movie-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3156386098601463501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3156386098601463501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22-movie-date.html' title='Day 22: A Movie Date'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtS4ebR2H9c/TYlnS9N75MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OQnTe9i8oWY/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDMtMjAxMTAzMjItMjIxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-706859' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7701377064880905815</id><published>2011-03-22T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:02:39.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Plan B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53849.Plan_B" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Plan B" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170432576m/53849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53849.Plan_B"&gt;Plan B&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/26163.Jonathan_Tropper"&gt;Jonathan Tropper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/155935287"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book #7 in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd book I have read by Jonathan Tropper, &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-review-this-is-where-i-leave-you.html"&gt;the second&lt;/a&gt; recommended by &lt;a href="http://imgonnabreakyourheart.wordpress.com/"&gt;one&amp;nbsp;of my favorite, now defunct blog&amp;nbsp;writers&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Again, I must say,&amp;nbsp;I LOVE his books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure the plot gets slightly stretched; I mean, really? Kidnapping a major Hollywood star? But I think it is done to show how far you would be willing to go for a friend in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how each character had their own viewpoint of where their friends were in their life at 30 and how each couldn't see the others silent suffering. Largely due to the fact that I turned 30 this year and my life is not where I thought it would be - I mean I never thought I would be 30, divorced and single with no prospects. But this book reminds that its okay. I will get to where I am supposed to be in due time and I am not alone. I just need to look at the sea of 30 somethings surrounding me and realize that we all have dreams yet to be fulfilled and things we wish we had done differently. It is simply life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7701377064880905815?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7701377064880905815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-review-plan-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7701377064880905815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7701377064880905815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-review-plan-b.html' title='Book Review: Plan B'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4562407819158659706</id><published>2011-03-21T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:56:52.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 21: Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5J1s7BJdK8/TYgL9NBuoOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UpJyijGj03s/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDEtMjAxMTAzMjEtMjEzNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787439"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5J1s7BJdK8/TYgL9NBuoOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UpJyijGj03s/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDEtMjAxMTAzMjEtMjEzNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787439"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586728483849937122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Work&lt;br&gt;Workout (12 min row, 30 min run, abs)&lt;br&gt;Work some more&lt;br&gt;Purchase concert tickets for April 23&lt;br&gt;Walk the dogs (1.5 miles)&lt;br&gt;Walk to tan&lt;br&gt;See B four times during walks&lt;br&gt;Exchange texts only comical to us&lt;br&gt;Grill a bacon cheddar burger, twice baked potato and cheesy corn&lt;br&gt;Clean the kitchen&lt;br&gt;Settle in to work on the workout binder (a 3 ring binder broken out into tabs for each body part or workout type and comprised of all the workouts I see in Women&amp;#39;s Health, Shape or Health)&lt;br&gt;Listen to TV while reading my latest book on my Nook Color. &lt;p&gt;Little things make me happy. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4562407819158659706?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4562407819158659706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21-little-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4562407819158659706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4562407819158659706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21-little-things.html' title='Day 21: Little Things'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5J1s7BJdK8/TYgL9NBuoOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UpJyijGj03s/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NDEtMjAxMTAzMjEtMjEzNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787439' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2325524598721812235</id><published>2011-03-16T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:56:31.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 17: March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAXMN4lT2ew/TYEl018u1kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h0lCkSo8xOI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjgtMjAxMTAzMTYtMTYwMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758464"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAXMN4lT2ew/TYEl018u1kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h0lCkSo8xOI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjgtMjAxMTAzMTYtMTYwMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758464"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584786602681357890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tis the season! So far I&amp;#39;m entered in 2 pools, 1 more to go!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2325524598721812235?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2325524598721812235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17-march-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2325524598721812235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2325524598721812235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17-march-madness.html' title='Day 17: March Madness'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAXMN4lT2ew/TYEl018u1kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h0lCkSo8xOI/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjgtMjAxMTAzMTYtMTYwMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758464' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5231160183239068531</id><published>2011-03-15T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:30:20.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Small Things, Big Moments</title><content type='html'>There are some days that are so wrapped in perfection that you almost do not even realize they are here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I woke up today unable to get out of bed in time to go to the gym. I cursed daylights savings time for wrecking my sleep pattern and made my coffee while feeding the dogs and cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delved into work and it was a good day. Things went well. Progress was made. My boss was in a good mood and said encouraging words that&lt;em&gt; reminded me I am good at what I do&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great workout over the lunch hour. &lt;em&gt;I felt strong&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items were listed on CraigsList to sell. My sister brought me my work saddle and the hunt seat saddle I am buying from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pick up items we purchased from a party and to the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home it was still nice. Sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;benefit from that daylight savings&lt;/em&gt; I had been cursing just a few short hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the dogs, my fat kids, on a walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;We enjoyed the fresh air. We enjoyed the sun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned home I opted not to go to yoga in order to&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-just-grillin.html"&gt; grill a filet a&amp;nbsp;twice baked potato&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, on the grill. Where I didn't freeze. I stood outside in cropped running pants and hooded sweatshirt and grilled a steak to medium rare &lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped down the kitchen, dusted the&amp;nbsp;main floor and curled up on the couch to read a magazine, start a new book and watch some mindless TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; happened today. I didn't have &lt;em&gt;anyone special&lt;/em&gt; to share it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are probably wondering why I even wrote this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wrote it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because&amp;nbsp;nothing happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Yet, on this day, I am happy. Content. Satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5231160183239068531?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5231160183239068531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-things-big-moments.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5231160183239068531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5231160183239068531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-things-big-moments.html' title='Small Things, Big Moments'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1684543136696805726</id><published>2011-03-15T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:57:52.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Day 15: Just Grillin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE_nuRqtMc/TX_8CWGInYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XrxYsI6DAZU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjYtMjAxMTAzMTUtMTg0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-724835"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE_nuRqtMc/TX_8CWGInYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XrxYsI6DAZU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjYtMjAxMTAzMTUtMTg0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-724835"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584459180183952770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its nearly Spring. Its warm(ish). &lt;p&gt;Its the second day I&amp;#39;ve taken the fat kids, aka my dogs on a walk, and the FIRST day I&amp;#39;ve busted out the grill. &lt;p&gt;A 4 oz filet and a twice baked potato. &lt;p&gt;Yum. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1684543136696805726?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1684543136696805726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-just-grillin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1684543136696805726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1684543136696805726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-just-grillin.html' title='Day 15: Just Grillin'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE_nuRqtMc/TX_8CWGInYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XrxYsI6DAZU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjYtMjAxMTAzMTUtMTg0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-724835' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2854639594874124894</id><published>2011-03-15T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:36:30.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Well, hm...</title><content type='html'>So last night I watched the finale of the Bachelor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I identified with &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-heard-on-reality-tv.html"&gt;something the winner said&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in this process? No, I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply look at the lack of successes the show has generated. Heck, one they&amp;nbsp;now tout was actually the girl he didn't choose but rather left the winner for after the show and subsequently married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find this to be mildly entertaining on Monday nights when there isn't&amp;nbsp;much else to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was surprised to find myself not liking Emily during After the Final Rose. And&amp;nbsp;its not that I didn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily like her, its more that she seemed so much colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he did fall for her she shouldn't have had to see him say many of the same things to the other girls. I get that. I&amp;nbsp;truly believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that she recognizes that they fell in love in extraordinary circumstances and wants to take time to figure out if they can sustain under the day to day pressures of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be one of the most mature comments ever made on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the warm southern belle with manners spun in gold seemed so frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it bothered me because I saw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the defensive walls. The protectiveness. The "I'm going to push you away so that you can't push me first" mentality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ever truly start this dating process again it is something to be cognizant of as I navigate the waters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2854639594874124894?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2854639594874124894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-hm.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2854639594874124894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2854639594874124894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-hm.html' title='Well, hm...'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6709253031891098577</id><published>2011-03-14T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:44:38.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>As Heard on Reality TV</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Unfortunately I am painfully insecure. I have a tendency to over analyze everything and second guess everything. I don&amp;#39;t think any girl wants to get their heartbroken and I don&amp;#39;t either.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;As said by Emily on the Bachelor. &lt;p&gt;This is me. &lt;p&gt;Exactly me. &lt;p&gt;Nailed it. &lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s me. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6709253031891098577?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6709253031891098577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-heard-on-reality-tv.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6709253031891098577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6709253031891098577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-heard-on-reality-tv.html' title='As Heard on Reality TV'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1021851773295833425</id><published>2011-03-14T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:44:03.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 14: Downfalls of Working From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGvvtKBjh-w/TX4rMH27lhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uKQX5XrMkVo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjQtMjAxMTAzMTQtMDk0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722771"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGvvtKBjh-w/TX4rMH27lhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uKQX5XrMkVo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjQtMjAxMTAzMTQtMDk0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722771"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583948075253863954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes &amp;quot;someone&amp;quot; would like your attention. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1021851773295833425?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1021851773295833425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-downfalls-of-working-from-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1021851773295833425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1021851773295833425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-downfalls-of-working-from-home.html' title='Day 14: Downfalls of Working From Home'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGvvtKBjh-w/TX4rMH27lhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uKQX5XrMkVo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjQtMjAxMTAzMTQtMDk0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722771' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3741442329703386869</id><published>2011-03-13T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:44:03.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 13: Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8s33sRW4DI/TX1kyPY7WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EfyQDOVW_g4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMTAzMTMtMTk0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-732382"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8s33sRW4DI/TX1kyPY7WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EfyQDOVW_g4/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMTAzMTMtMTk0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-732382"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583729927296604450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m obsessed. I love my Nook Color. &lt;p&gt;Magazines. &lt;p&gt;Books. &lt;p&gt;All in one. &lt;p&gt;I take it with me everywhere. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3741442329703386869?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3741442329703386869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13-obsessed_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3741442329703386869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3741442329703386869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13-obsessed_13.html' title='Day 13: Obsessed'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8s33sRW4DI/TX1kyPY7WSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EfyQDOVW_g4/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMTAzMTMtMTk0MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-732382' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2515745350894086329</id><published>2011-03-11T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:44:03.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 11: Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdKd-EE_Lck/TXryGmQce6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHuWoF3fMgo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MTctMjAxMTAzMTEtMjIwOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdKd-EE_Lck/TXryGmQce6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHuWoF3fMgo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MTctMjAxMTAzMTEtMjIwOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701508"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583040883241810850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2515745350894086329?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2515745350894086329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2515745350894086329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2515745350894086329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-friends.html' title='Day 11: Friends'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdKd-EE_Lck/TXryGmQce6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHuWoF3fMgo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MTctMjAxMTAzMTEtMjIwOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701508' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8791278514933397419</id><published>2011-03-11T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:41:07.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Am I Wrong?</title><content type='html'>I have 2 good guy friends. B &amp;amp; J. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have heard a lot about B. We are very close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is also a good friend. I see him only as a friend. Others indicate that he would like more. But he has never expressed this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp;amp; J are&amp;nbsp;good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, to my knowledge, does not know about the complicated past, present and future with B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know a lot about his past relationships, views on relationships etc. It's a solid friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I wrong that he is often the one that I go to when I need something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jokingly asked him to help me move into my house and he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need a ride home, he takes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a bowling partner for an upcoming charity fundraiser, he is my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was testing a new app on my iPhone that allows you to play music on a jukebox without leaving your spot in the bar, or in my case, my home - he helped me test. I had asked B first but he wasn't there. When I told him the test was complete he said - let me guess who you asked... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is...knowing he would like more, am I taking advantage by asking him for these things? Or am I being a total girl and over thinking because age old wisdom says guys and girls can't be friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8791278514933397419?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8791278514933397419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-wrong.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8791278514933397419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8791278514933397419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-wrong.html' title='Am I Wrong?'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5226031025016383198</id><published>2011-03-10T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:59:15.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 10: After</title><content type='html'>We saw the &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-pros-and-cons.html"&gt;disgrace that was my desk last week&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously gave me the he-be-ge-bees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now boys and girls...we have an after to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WVxhZfdneVE/TXlIz1EItQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EaTTBKnhnvY/s1600/P3100159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WVxhZfdneVE/TXlIz1EItQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EaTTBKnhnvY/s320/P3100159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other areas of the room still need my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degrees need hung on the walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Files and shelves need purged (and I have only lived here 4 months - &lt;em&gt;wait, 4 months? Crazy how time flies&lt;/em&gt;!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can sit at my desk and work and not feel as though I should be profiled on Hoarders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Readers note: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the single shoe on the desk is actually not mine. When I was in Phoenix last Fall for the NASCAR race one of the girls that left prior to me left her shoe in the room. Here it sits, waiting to be mailed. 5 months later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5226031025016383198?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5226031025016383198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-after.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5226031025016383198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5226031025016383198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-after.html' title='Day 10: After'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WVxhZfdneVE/TXlIz1EItQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EaTTBKnhnvY/s72-c/P3100159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5302692443181186243</id><published>2011-03-10T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:11:03.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>Continuing my work towards 30 books in my 30th year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7039682-shopaholic-and-baby" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shopaholic and Baby (Shopaholic Series #5)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1267018692m/7039682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7039682-shopaholic-and-baby"&gt;Shopaholic and Baby&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6160.Sophie_Kinsella"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/152671945"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's the fact that I am older and hopefully somewhat wiser but in reading this book I was annoyed by the books heroine. Grow up. You are having a child. You must show some maturity at some point. However, I will finish out the series because once I start something I must finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43641.Water_for_Elephants" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Water for Elephants" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170161179m/43641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43641.Water_for_Elephants"&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/24556.Sara_Gruen"&gt;Sara Gruen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/153402055"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved this book. Love may be an understatement. It has a bit of a Notebook vibe to it but the story is as much about his love for her as his passion in animals. I was first interested because of the trailer for the upcoming film starring Reece Witherspoon. I do hope the film does the book justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I would love suggestions on books you have read and enjoyed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5302692443181186243?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5302692443181186243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-reviews.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5302692443181186243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5302692443181186243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-reviews.html' title='Book Reviews'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5038564500030474103</id><published>2011-03-09T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:09:58.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Momentum</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned the other day that &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-luck.html"&gt;I had been hit on&lt;/a&gt;, something that never happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ladies and gentlemen, it happened again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time on my work trip but as per usual, not someone I am interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the age gap is too wide. I personally don't want to date anymore than 10 years my senior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is wise to date someone within the same industry. Especially someone as visible as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe living in America's heartland and dating someone on the west coast is feasible. Especially when knowing from the beginning, neither would move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-online-dating.html"&gt;I don't want to date anyone with children&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman has kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while it is not a match its a sign. And since things happen in 3's maybe third time will be the charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/fake-boyfriend.html"&gt;fake boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; I have been waiting for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5038564500030474103?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5038564500030474103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/momentum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5038564500030474103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5038564500030474103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/momentum.html' title='Momentum'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4248463842887193835</id><published>2011-03-09T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:16:11.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Home</title><content type='html'>There is no greater feeling than returning home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But returning home to this when &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-meetings.html"&gt;I had been enjoying the sun and warm temperatures&lt;/a&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9XqKWAmih6A/TXeZFD_xJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3gEBfIgW8MU/s1600/P3090154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9XqKWAmih6A/TXeZFD_xJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3gEBfIgW8MU/s320/P3090154.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DGmhICvYxXU/TXeY-fjyy8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NL-_Jwgl0gQ/s1600/P3090155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DGmhICvYxXU/TXeY-fjyy8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NL-_Jwgl0gQ/s320/P3090155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish Spring were upon us. I am ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus who knows, maybe my neighbor will paint their unsightly garage seen in the bottom picture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4248463842887193835?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4248463842887193835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4248463842887193835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4248463842887193835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-home.html' title='Day 9: Home'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9XqKWAmih6A/TXeZFD_xJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3gEBfIgW8MU/s72-c/P3090154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4539967708851811050</id><published>2011-03-08T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:11:27.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 8: Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRH8p2gLwSQ/TXZOrytCCLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yYK-9CjvDAk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDktMjAxMTAzMDgtMDk0Mi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722757"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRH8p2gLwSQ/TXZOrytCCLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yYK-9CjvDAk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDktMjAxMTAzMDgtMDk0Mi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722757"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581735302424299698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When traveling for work you can almost always find me with Starbucks in hand. Today is the first time I have had the newly designed cup. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4539967708851811050?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4539967708851811050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4539967708851811050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4539967708851811050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-starbucks.html' title='Day 8: Starbucks'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRH8p2gLwSQ/TXZOrytCCLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yYK-9CjvDAk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDktMjAxMTAzMDgtMDk0Mi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-722757' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8613249077278824710</id><published>2011-03-07T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:11:27.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNRTvo7GuJE/TXUyovN0T_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q_-iyBa6KSo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDYtMjAxMTAzMDctMTMyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-705469"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNRTvo7GuJE/TXUyovN0T_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q_-iyBa6KSo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDYtMjAxMTAzMDctMTMyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-705469"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581422988646174706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When this is where you have meetings, you smile. A lot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8613249077278824710?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8613249077278824710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-meetings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8613249077278824710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8613249077278824710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-meetings.html' title='Day 7: Meetings'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNRTvo7GuJE/TXUyovN0T_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q_-iyBa6KSo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDYtMjAxMTAzMDctMTMyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-705469' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6310842805088939136</id><published>2011-03-06T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:11:27.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Work Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7wYuXb03I/TXP0rXyfjjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LUyxwpsscNk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMTAzMDYtMTQ1MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-708533"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7wYuXb03I/TXP0rXyfjjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LUyxwpsscNk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMTAzMDYtMTQ1MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-708533"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581073389199527474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, I missed Day 5. I blame the boots with the fur and a 30th birthday with a beer pong tournament. &lt;p&gt;Moving onto day 6...in what will likely be a popular picture in this blog I am off on another work trip. &lt;p&gt;As we are on the tail end of our fiscal year and working to ensure our contracts are back on time and thus superseding our goals I shouldn&amp;#39;t have to travel too much this month. &lt;p&gt;Fingers crossed. &lt;p&gt;But right now, I&amp;#39;m leaving the flurries behind and headed to the sunshine state. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6310842805088939136?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6310842805088939136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-work-travel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6310842805088939136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6310842805088939136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-work-travel.html' title='Day 6: Work Travel'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7wYuXb03I/TXP0rXyfjjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LUyxwpsscNk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMTAzMDYtMTQ1MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-708533' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-76452536721291361</id><published>2011-03-04T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:38:13.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little overwhelmed today. But wouldn't you if this was the current state of your desk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JoylJnvTSmU/TXEUdfa-_oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WoHx2sgVbss/s1600/P3040152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JoylJnvTSmU/TXEUdfa-_oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WoHx2sgVbss/s320/P3040152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean....even my lamp shades look drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, working from home does have its advantages...Just look at my breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--sGS3qMG-is/TXEUwSRuihI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cITq1KhiAnc/s1600/P3040153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--sGS3qMG-is/TXEUwSRuihI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cITq1KhiAnc/s320/P3040153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who doesn't love a &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/ham-spinach-and-cheese-strata/96ba3b1a-147f-46a1-8692-749183743450"&gt;ham, egg, spinach and cheese&lt;/a&gt; strata for breakfast? ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But those counter tops? Ugh. Got to go. Soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-76452536721291361?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/76452536721291361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-pros-and-cons.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/76452536721291361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/76452536721291361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-pros-and-cons.html' title='Day 4: Pros and Cons'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JoylJnvTSmU/TXEUdfa-_oI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WoHx2sgVbss/s72-c/P3040152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1789456907351424999</id><published>2011-03-03T17:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:32:51.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 3: The Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbwvvRZU9z0/TXAq4KS8RjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCG2xAfD0Kg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTYtMjAxMTAzMDMtMTc1NS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-739481"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580007082636887602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbwvvRZU9z0/TXAq4KS8RjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCG2xAfD0Kg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTYtMjAxMTAzMDMtMTc1NS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-739481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's gone missing several times. All of which are well documented here. &lt;br /&gt;But this where he sits while I cook. Daydreaming of the adventures he believes he should be having. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1789456907351424999?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1789456907351424999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/runaway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1789456907351424999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1789456907351424999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/runaway.html' title='Day 3: The Runaway'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbwvvRZU9z0/TXAq4KS8RjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RCG2xAfD0Kg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTYtMjAxMTAzMDMtMTc1NS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-739481' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-464407961930173762</id><published>2011-03-03T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:43:21.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Luck</title><content type='html'>Something I hear often; &lt;em&gt;you must get hit on all the time&lt;/em&gt;. The answer; um, no. No I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact. I almost never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen. For the first time in many months since the puppy I was hit on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with two of my good guy friends, J and of&amp;nbsp;course B,&amp;nbsp;and for the majority of the night the were on either side of me. However, once they started playing pool I sat by myself and watched.&amp;nbsp;(At least&amp;nbsp;I watched until&amp;nbsp; B was playing so poorly I&amp;nbsp;played in his place.) &amp;nbsp;And as soon as they would stand up,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;newbie&amp;nbsp;would sit down and strike up a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was nice enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't a bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at least 50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not attractive and just projected insecurity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came....&lt;em&gt;so are you two dating&lt;/em&gt;? Referring to B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you like to go out sometime&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but thank you for the offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-464407961930173762?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/464407961930173762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-luck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/464407961930173762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/464407961930173762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-luck.html' title='My Luck'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-1578864401881990812</id><published>2011-03-03T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:49:13.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Almost Failing</title><content type='html'>Two days ago &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html"&gt;I announced that I was starting the 1 year photo project&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned I would likely fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly didn't think it would almost happen on day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only minutes to spare while having drinks with friends &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday.html"&gt;I snapped a pic of what I was drinking and my new Nook Color. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am that big of a nerd I had it in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rondamarie.wordpress.com/"&gt;I was warned it would be tough&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking for the perfect picture until I realized I needed any picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a long road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1578864401881990812?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1578864401881990812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-failing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1578864401881990812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1578864401881990812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-failing.html' title='Almost Failing'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6937415807339532236</id><published>2011-03-02T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:32:17.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Wednesday Drinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNM1uKxB_UI/TW8Vz5b1DBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H0L7WQREgt4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTMtMjAxMTAzMDItMjIwOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-709824"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579702444670389266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNM1uKxB_UI/TW8Vz5b1DBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H0L7WQREgt4/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTMtMjAxMTAzMDItMjIwOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-709824" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6937415807339532236?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6937415807339532236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6937415807339532236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6937415807339532236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday.html' title='Day 2: Wednesday Drinks'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNM1uKxB_UI/TW8Vz5b1DBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H0L7WQREgt4/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1OTMtMjAxMTAzMDItMjIwOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-709824' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2374892484710237718</id><published>2011-03-01T11:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:31:55.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being 30'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Something New</title><content type='html'>I've seen several others do it. Its not an original idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attempt to document every day of my 30th year in pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it through the #reverb10 process, so there is a high probability I won't make it through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't expect greatness. Most pics will likely come from my cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start this process, meet my birthday glass. Given&amp;nbsp;by one of my Wednesday rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mYHmpiNm640/TW0yGtldi6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h3YmYrHQ3EE/s1600/P2280129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mYHmpiNm640/TW0yGtldi6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h3YmYrHQ3EE/s320/P2280129.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2374892484710237718?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2374892484710237718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2374892484710237718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2374892484710237718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html' title='Day 1: Something New'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mYHmpiNm640/TW0yGtldi6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h3YmYrHQ3EE/s72-c/P2280129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-443283370223174693</id><published>2011-02-28T14:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:26:52.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 30. I think the offical time is 6:46 pm. &lt;p&gt;Its been a several day celebration and today is the capstone. &lt;p&gt;There was a facial, a massage, a pedicure, lunch with my mom and sister, and the purchase of my Nook Color. &lt;p&gt;And I&amp;#39;m not even close to being done yet. &lt;p&gt;Consider this my audition diary for Real Housewives of central Iowa. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-443283370223174693?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/443283370223174693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/diary-of-birthday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/443283370223174693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/443283370223174693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/diary-of-birthday.html' title='Diary of a Birthday'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8396002146420289396</id><published>2011-02-24T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:29:00.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Wednesday Rocks</title><content type='html'>Every Wednesday we are together*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ladies keep me entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other a dear friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common histories so rare its funny to have found each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite part of my week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3oX4fL5n8o/TWZ5EQP6LeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wdAYaZaru98/s1600/P2230111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3oX4fL5n8o/TWZ5EQP6LeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wdAYaZaru98/s320/P2230111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Except when life, aka work travel, gets in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8396002146420289396?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8396002146420289396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-wednesday-rocks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8396002146420289396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8396002146420289396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-wednesday-rocks.html' title='My Wednesday Rocks'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3oX4fL5n8o/TWZ5EQP6LeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wdAYaZaru98/s72-c/P2230111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-9083931862186270500</id><published>2011-02-22T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:14:34.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>Part of the &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/12/action.html"&gt;2011 vision&lt;/a&gt; included a ski trip and this past weekend I did just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvlKNC8Cx1o/TWQz8E2e0vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o5IQno5BCyI/s1600/P2190065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvlKNC8Cx1o/TWQz8E2e0vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o5IQno5BCyI/s320/P2190065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe outs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for someone who hadn't skied in 15+ years and who had NEVER skied in the mountains. I did pretty darn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never conquered the blacks but I held my own on the blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I perfected the art of falling and having multiple cute snowboarding boys stop to help me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a vacation success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGmCyqZ301Q/TWQ0IPd6wMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vwQBgRynxsA/s1600/P2200085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGmCyqZ301Q/TWQ0IPd6wMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vwQBgRynxsA/s320/P2200085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: the difference in the two pictures is best explained in the change of weather. The first day was ideal. High 30's, sunshine and no wind. The second day was overcast, heavy snowfall and winds&lt;/em&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-9083931862186270500?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/9083931862186270500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ski-trip.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9083931862186270500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9083931862186270500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ski-trip.html' title='Ski Trip'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvlKNC8Cx1o/TWQz8E2e0vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o5IQno5BCyI/s72-c/P2190065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-151564191070212857</id><published>2011-02-15T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:21:19.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When I Wish I Weren't Alone</title><content type='html'>I live in a small town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town where crime doesn't exist. Literally, no crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you make jokes like - &lt;em&gt;why don't people use turn signals here? Because everyone knows where you are going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently there has been a rash of burglaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized on Sunday I had been a target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get out of bed very early on Sunday. It may have been 10:45 a.m. when I crawled out of bed and made my way directly to my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11 there is a knock on my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! You aren't old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at the guy. He starts in about some &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;contest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to listen. I say that I am not interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He persists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that I am not interested and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I am checking Facebook. You know how it shows you the most popular posts and you have to click to get get back to most recent? For once I am glad for most popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and neighbor says that the cops stopped by her house to warn them about some break-ins. That the people were using a rouse of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;asking for help with a contest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when you let them in to hear about it they see what you have to steal. If you aren't home&lt;u&gt; &lt;em&gt;they break in and take what they find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I was home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doors are locked. And thanks B for keeping the boogy man out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-151564191070212857?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/151564191070212857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-wish-i-werent-alone.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/151564191070212857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/151564191070212857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-wish-i-werent-alone.html' title='When I Wish I Weren&apos;t Alone'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7829152047791278113</id><published>2011-02-15T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:48:07.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4667024-the-help" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Help" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1297358814m/4667024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4667024-the-help"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1943477.Kathryn_Stockett"&gt;Kathryn Stockett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/125805716"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved this book. Its absolutely astounding to remember that just a short time ago segregation existed. Its unfathomable to me. A brilliant must read for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6892870-the-girl-who-kicked-the-hornet-s-nest" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1291169064m/6892870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6892870-the-girl-who-kicked-the-hornet-s-nest"&gt;The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/706255.Stieg_Larsson"&gt;Stieg Larsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/147256416"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent book. Hands down best in the series. I only wish there were more to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2103801.Holly_Would_Dream" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Holly Would Dream" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255722430m/2103801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2103801.Holly_Would_Dream"&gt;Holly Would Dream&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/173641.Karen_Quinn"&gt;Karen Quinn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/29696745"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy mindless chick lit read. Good for the beach or when you need a filler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7829152047791278113?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7829152047791278113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-reviews.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7829152047791278113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7829152047791278113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-reviews.html' title='Book Reviews'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3425382441646426910</id><published>2011-02-14T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:59:34.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZh-vYoix6I/TVnsF_HW7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zRQ9sWcvmDU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzODktMjAxMTAxMDYtMTgzMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-774844"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZh-vYoix6I/TVnsF_HW7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zRQ9sWcvmDU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzODktMjAxMTAxMDYtMTgzMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-774844"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573745601433496690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He&amp;#39;s my buddy. &lt;p&gt;My best friend. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;My Valentine for the last 8 years. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-3425382441646426910?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/3425382441646426910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3425382441646426910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/3425382441646426910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZh-vYoix6I/TVnsF_HW7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zRQ9sWcvmDU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzODktMjAxMTAxMDYtMTgzMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-774844' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5647137763532302749</id><published>2011-02-14T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:32:55.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Today is not my favorite holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I am alone. But because I think that if you love someone, you tell them everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this I tell you today, because I know I do not&amp;nbsp;tell you enough&amp;nbsp;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuaxnnTQR8k/TVmRJQDvYwI/AAAAAAAAADw/StxOgryLrQA/s1600/Love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuaxnnTQR8k/TVmRJQDvYwI/AAAAAAAAADw/StxOgryLrQA/s320/Love.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading, the comments, the support and encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5647137763532302749?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5647137763532302749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5647137763532302749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5647137763532302749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuaxnnTQR8k/TVmRJQDvYwI/AAAAAAAAADw/StxOgryLrQA/s72-c/Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2283801665488097360</id><published>2011-02-11T19:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:22:40.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>My sister called as I went through airport security - he wasn&amp;#39;t missing. Apparently the open doors didn&amp;#39;t tempt him. Shocking since he tries to run out at every opportunity. He was on the counter when she came back to look for him. &lt;p&gt;Very, very relieved. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2283801665488097360?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2283801665488097360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/false-alarm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2283801665488097360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2283801665488097360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-4039555594472971618</id><published>2011-02-11T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:09:22.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>My new house has lots of doors. Front door, back door, sliding glass doors to the back yard and french doors to the hot tub/side porch. &lt;p&gt;It was through those french doors today, after they blew open, that my traveling cat set out on his latest adventure on the 2 year anniversary of the letter that started this blog. &lt;p&gt;Please come home buddy. I want you home, warm and safe, where you belong. &lt;p&gt;I hope you greet me at the door when I return from NYC. I need you to do that for me. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-4039555594472971618?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/4039555594472971618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4039555594472971618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/4039555594472971618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2113920860708995283</id><published>2011-02-10T09:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:34:43.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Tales</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday as I looked forward to returning home I encountered a series of travel related mishaps. &lt;p&gt;*A meeting that ran long&lt;br&gt;*A wrong turn in the parking structure where you return your rental vehicle&lt;br&gt;*A non-motivated, lethargic rental agency worker who did not seem eager to hand me my bill&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;All of which culminated in me being paged to my gate because my plane was to depart. I had 9 minutes to make it. &lt;p&gt;I made it. &lt;p&gt;Today I woke at 3 am for my 6 am flight. After sitting on the plane for 2 hours we were told to deplane. &lt;p&gt;Where we sit still at this minute. &lt;p&gt;The trip I&amp;#39;m trying to take has already been reschedule once due to a blizzard. I&amp;#39;m beginning to think its not meant to be. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2113920860708995283?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2113920860708995283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/travel-tales.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2113920860708995283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2113920860708995283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/travel-tales.html' title='Travel Tales'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6345529892730741050</id><published>2011-02-07T16:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:40:53.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason I'm Single</title><content type='html'>This week I am in Seattle Monday and Tuesday, Minneapolis on Wednesday and NYC on Thursday and Friday. When do I have a chance to meet someone?&lt;p&gt;And contrary to some peoples thoughts, I am open to it. I just need it to happen organically. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6345529892730741050?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6345529892730741050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-reason-im-single.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6345529892730741050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6345529892730741050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-reason-im-single.html' title='Another Reason I&apos;m Single'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6285337398298183299</id><published>2011-02-07T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:30:38.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to Live By</title><content type='html'>Never make someone a priority that only makes you an option. &lt;p&gt;~overheard on a TV show this morning. I think it was Rachel Ray. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6285337398298183299?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6285337398298183299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/word-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6285337398298183299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6285337398298183299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/word-to-live-by.html' title='Word to Live By'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-454308060022649372</id><published>2011-02-05T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:46:21.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosy Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TU2a_uzFJcI/AAAAAAAAADo/cKIEZNNEiZs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDUtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTAwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781319"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TU2a_uzFJcI/AAAAAAAAADo/cKIEZNNEiZs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDUtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTAwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781319"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570278733811885506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;5 signed up. &lt;p&gt;3 showed up. &lt;p&gt;1st 5k of 2011down. &lt;p&gt;1 5k I&amp;#39;ve done where I have run the entire time. &lt;p&gt;It was cold. &lt;p&gt;But I made it. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-454308060022649372?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/454308060022649372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/rosy-cheeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/454308060022649372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/454308060022649372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/rosy-cheeks.html' title='Rosy Cheeks'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TU2a_uzFJcI/AAAAAAAAADo/cKIEZNNEiZs/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDUtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTAwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-781319' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-381094834289070332</id><published>2011-02-04T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:42:19.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Fake Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Me, my sister and some friends often joke about the fake boyfriend. He is the one that my brother in law wishes would show up when I have furniture that needs built or when I move (but we aren't doing that again for a very long time, if ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fake because he has yet to materialize in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have really high expectations for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally FB will drive a truck, have a camper, be handy and like to hunt. He will be caring, thoughtful, faithful and love the outdoors. Having a boat would be an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear FB -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost Spring and soon it will be Summer. Now would be a great time to show up. Please &amp;amp; thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:StartedOver@28"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;StartedOver@28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - this could very well have something to do with the birthday that is fast approaching. The one where I really don't want to wake up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS - this too shall pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-381094834289070332?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/381094834289070332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/fake-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/381094834289070332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/381094834289070332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/02/fake-boyfriend.html' title='The Fake Boyfriend'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-9002217521323304166</id><published>2011-01-28T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:15:08.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Some Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Silence broken. By me.&amp;nbsp;I was reminded that it is a two way street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news while traveling to LA for work this week I had time to kill between a meeting and a dinner I had to attend. I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1411238/"&gt;No Strings Attached&lt;/a&gt;. While the ending is a total cliche I couldn't help but love this line: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is a terrible self destructive plan and we are behind you 100%. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have talked about ad nauseum 99% of the time I am content being alone. Then there are times that I hate it. For instance, waking up alone on Christmas? Not fun. The prospect of waking up alone on my 30th? I could do without. But I &lt;a href="http://www.7x7.com/love-sex/ladies-pining-relationship-fret-not"&gt;read this article&lt;/a&gt; and was reminded once again why being single is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need anyone in my life to complete me. I make my life whole. &lt;br /&gt;The LA trip also meant that I finished my first book of 2011. Since I am turning 30 this year I am setting a goal to read 30 books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5060378-the-girl-who-played-with-fire" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Girl Who Played with Fire (Millennium, #2)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1293976153m/5060378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5060378-the-girl-who-played-with-fire"&gt;The Girl Who Played with Fire&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/706255.Stieg_Larsson"&gt;Stieg Larsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/144135897"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent book. Much more engaging than the first in the series. I am excited to read the third. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/952075-b"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-9002217521323304166?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/9002217521323304166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9002217521323304166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9002217521323304166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-random-thoughts.html' title='Some Random Thoughts'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2380480792092780369</id><published>2011-01-28T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:56:12.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Walking Contradiction</title><content type='html'>I think I want silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to break it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That saying? Be careful what you wish for....so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the silence will be broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will go back to the way they were. Unresolved but our normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2380480792092780369?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2380480792092780369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-contradiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2380480792092780369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2380480792092780369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking-contradiction.html' title='Walking Contradiction'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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-1386103061041164818.post-1252378025918795228</id><published>2011-01-27T10:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:57:50.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>An Explanation of Sorts</title><content type='html'>A 3:30 a.m. wake up coupled with 5 hours flying time gave me a lot of time to think. &lt;br /&gt;Time to write the raw thoughts as they go through my head. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my phone due to travels. &lt;br /&gt;There was no big event, just a manifestation of thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, it was about him then, its about him now. &lt;br /&gt;A situation that may never go away or be resolved. &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-1252378025918795228?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/1252378025918795228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/explanation-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1252378025918795228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/1252378025918795228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/explanation-of-sorts.html' title='An Explanation of Sorts'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-357770907394283008</id><published>2011-01-26T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:58:12.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Silent Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I'm contemplating going away without a word. &lt;br /&gt;Simply fading away without explanation. Declarations of the end have been made and revoked, rinsed and repeated to no avail. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just not being there anymore is the answer. &lt;br /&gt;I say it now after an exchanged look, a small silence. &lt;br /&gt;But when silence is shattered will that same strength be there? If it were; would you care?&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-357770907394283008?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/357770907394283008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/silent-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/357770907394283008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/357770907394283008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/silent-goodbye.html' title='A Silent Goodbye'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-249015299027807611</id><published>2011-01-25T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:57:27.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Greek Cooking Class Night 2</title><content type='html'>Last night was our second Greek Cooking class and I must say - it did not disappoint. I learned that I really like Moussaka, the Greek version of lasagna. Traditionally Moussakka is made with potatoes but we opted to use eggplant and it was very yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I enjoyed it most because, not being a fan of tomatoes, the amount of sauce used in this recipe is very light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are links to the recipes that we made: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/greek-salad.html"&gt;Horiatiki Salata&lt;/a&gt; (Greek Salad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/moussaka.html"&gt;Moussaka&lt;/a&gt; (Greek Lasagna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/spanakopita.html"&gt;Spanakopita&lt;/a&gt; (Spinach and Feta Cheese Pie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/fried-cheese.html"&gt;Saganaki&lt;/a&gt; (Fried Cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/donuts.html"&gt;Loukoumades Me Meli&lt;/a&gt; (Greek Donuts with Honey Syrup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that this class is forcing me get out of my comfort zone and try new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-249015299027807611?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/249015299027807611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/greek-cooking-class-night-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/249015299027807611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/249015299027807611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/greek-cooking-class-night-2.html' title='Greek Cooking Class Night 2'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7297145884851481545</id><published>2011-01-24T21:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:33:17.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Perfect Saturday - And Then...</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday I woke-up, rested and relaxed&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of a fabulous morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym and completed a 4 mile run, my &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/workout.html"&gt;Thursday weight&amp;nbsp;workout&lt;/a&gt; and 20 minutes of abs. In total I spent an hour and 40 minutes at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a shower, freshly made cinnamon rolls and a great cup of coffee I am now having a&amp;nbsp;perfect day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my coffee jump in my vehicle to run errands and meet my sister for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Could there be a better Saturday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coffee travels in style. I have a&amp;nbsp;stylin' &lt;a href="http://www.starbucksstore.com/products/shprodde.asp?SKU=317098"&gt;Jonathan Adler for Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; cup benefiting the &lt;a href="http://www.red.org/"&gt;(Red)&lt;/a&gt; foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TT5F2rAwsII/AAAAAAAAADc/XMk3wNxKWX4/s1600/Starbucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TT5F2rAwsII/AAAAAAAAADc/XMk3wNxKWX4/s320/Starbucks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the highway and I reach down to grab my coffee. As I grab my pretty cup, by its pretty lid, the lid manages to pop off about halfway up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coffee goes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it manages to swirl behind me. Soaking the back of my white shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it isn't mine. Its my sisters' shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too far from home to turn back because I would essentially have to get where I am going to turn around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stop at a rest area and turn my shirt backwards so that I can wash the affected areas in the sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took my amazing, relaxing, picture perfect day from heaven to hell in point 2 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day rectified itself later but sitting through lunch in a half wet shirt was not my idea of perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding my birthday party shirt that I imagined in my head and found at a local boutique? Made it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7297145884851481545?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7297145884851481545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-saturday-and-then.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7297145884851481545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7297145884851481545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-saturday-and-then.html' title='Perfect Saturday - And Then...'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TT5F2rAwsII/AAAAAAAAADc/XMk3wNxKWX4/s72-c/Starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8157680671160114443</id><published>2011-01-21T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:39:02.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Signs of an Exciting Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Played-Fire-Vintage/dp/030745455X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295660267&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Girl Who Played with Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; open to page 352&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have 6 magazines surrounding you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glamour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;InStyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real Simple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Successful Promotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shape &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get a text from a friend asking if you drink on Friday's. That is the thing about a small town. If you don't go out people notice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have 6 episodes of Criminal Minds on DVR and are hoping there is at least 2 you have not seen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You deep cleaned your house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are doing laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have to admit. I am in by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I could make the jaunt to the local watering hole but there is a lot I would like to get done tomorrow. For instance I need to run 4 miles and lift, go to the pool &amp;amp; spa store to purchase some chemicals and get a cheat sheet for hot tub maintenance, list some items on eBay (if you are a size 4 in need of jeans, dresses or dress pants let me know) and CraigsList, touch-up paint my cabinets....I could go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in.&amp;nbsp; I hope to get half that stuff done tomorrow morning (mainly the workout and spa store) so that I can play in a poker tournament in the afternoon. What was that about being effective all weekend? I think I may have gotten distracted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8157680671160114443?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8157680671160114443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/signs-of-exciting-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8157680671160114443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8157680671160114443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/signs-of-exciting-friday.html' title='Signs of an Exciting Friday'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-8008100477652426698</id><published>2011-01-21T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:07:49.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Workout</title><content type='html'>So remember when I was &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-laid-plans.html"&gt;deciding between doing a double or just doing yoga&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I went with the double. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may very well be certifiable at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went to the gym for 2 hours. 2 hours. &lt;em&gt;Do you know why I can go to the gym for that amount of time? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I have no life. &lt;br /&gt;B. I am single. &lt;br /&gt;C. I don't have small human children (only small furry kids). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double workout was tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a full weights workout which begins on the machines. I start with 2 moves back to back beginning with 2 sets of leg reps and then 2 arm reps. After that you circle back to do your heaviest weight set on your legs and then arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the workout I do 2 -3x per week. Typically Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg Press - 10 reps&amp;nbsp;at 120 lbs, 10 reps at 140 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Lat Pull - 10 reps&amp;nbsp;at 55 lbs, 10 reps at 70 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Leg Press - 10 reps at 165 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Lat Pull - 10 reps at 85 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Leg Extension - 10 reps at 45 lbs, 10 reps at 55 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Overhead Press - 10 reps at 30 lbs, 10 reps at 35 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Leg Extension - 10 reps at 60 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Overhead Press - 10&amp;nbsp;reps at 40 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Leg Curl - 10 reps at 45 lbs, 10 reps at 55 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Row - 10 reps at 50 lbs, 10 reps at 60 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Leg Curl - 10 reps at 60 lbs &lt;br /&gt;Vertical Row - 10 reps at 70 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Abducter/Adducter &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Abducter - 10 reps at 65 lbs, 10 reps at 70 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adducter - &amp;nbsp;10 reps at 75 lbs, 10 reps at 80 lbs &lt;br /&gt;Chest Press - 10 reps at 40 lbs, 10 reps at 45 lbs &lt;br /&gt;Abducter/Adducter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Abducter - 10 reps at 90 lbs &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adducter - 10 reps at 90 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Chest Press - 10 reps at 50 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired yet? Because we aren't done! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Once I am done with machines I move into the free weight portion of my workout. The free weight portion of my workout changes each week. The focus shifts between arms, chest/back and legs/glutes. Right now I am focused on legs/glutes. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On the ball I did: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 sets of 10 bicep curls using 12 lb dumb bells. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 sets of 10 overhead triceps moves using 10 lb dumb bells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 sets of 10 glute flexes using weighted ankle weights (10 lbs per foot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I then do 3 sets of 20 (10/per leg) traveling lunges with ankle weights on and 12 lb dumb bells in each hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do a 3 sets of 10 Pilate's kicks. There are 3 moves per leg a total of 90 reps when finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to round it out I finish with weighted crunches. I put about 25 lbs on my chest and then do ab work from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would think when I was done with all of this I would go home and relax. Instead I went to an hour long yoga class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached&amp;nbsp;nirvana when I got home and soaked in the hot tub before a quick shower and cuddling on&amp;nbsp;the couch&amp;nbsp;with my furry&amp;nbsp;kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking today off from working out and giving my body a rest. Well, except for the dressage lesson this evening. Tomorrow I will do a 4 mile run and the above weight workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-8008100477652426698?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/8008100477652426698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/workout.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8008100477652426698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/8008100477652426698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/workout.html' title='A Workout'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6491088572177888044</id><published>2011-01-20T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:01:52.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans</title><content type='html'>So the plan was to come home from my girls night of bowling, grab my fancy new camera and shoot some cool pictures of my new best friend...aka my hot tub. ﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I figured since I was going to be out there I might as well get my suit on so I could jump in right away. Had I of been smart I would have changed the camera settings for the optimum snowy night shot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;before &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stepping outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I walked outside in my robe and furry boots, turned the camera to auto and shot a quick picture before jumping in for a 45 minute soak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have stayed there forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for the icicles forming on my eyelashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is in all its glory. The one thing that keeps me warm at night. My hot tub. I don't know how I went this long without one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really&amp;nbsp;not sure how it doesn't make &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/packages/oprahs-ultimate-favorite-things-products.html"&gt;Oprah's list of favorite things&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TThYInJwikI/AAAAAAAAADY/JML5ohbdl-Q/s1600/P1190019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TThYInJwikI/AAAAAAAAADY/JML5ohbdl-Q/s320/P1190019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a table to set next to it so that I have a place for my towel and robe. I also need to add light kits to my outdoor ceiling fans so that I can read while relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything sound better than that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am ridiculously sore today from &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/hits-and-misses.html"&gt;yesterday's workout&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I didn't make it to the gym this a.m. I am debating between a light jog followed by lifting tonight before yoga or just simply enjoying yoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to try and have an insanely productive weekend which means I am going to be a hermit. It means no visit to the local watering hole. I can't even walk in because we know that I won't leave after a couple. Especially not if friends husbands go out and turn your vehicle off to keep you there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in I will stay. There will be items placed on CraigsList and eBay. Rooms organized. Cleaned. Purged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your weekend plans? Anything fun or boring like mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6491088572177888044?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6491088572177888044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-laid-plans.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6491088572177888044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6491088572177888044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TThYInJwikI/AAAAAAAAADY/JML5ohbdl-Q/s72-c/P1190019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6036576958060840791</id><published>2011-01-19T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:43:41.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Hits and Misses</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the theme of food this week I went to a cooking party last night that featured &lt;a href="http://www.homemadegourmet.com/HG-redesign-index.aspx"&gt;Homemade Gourmet&lt;/a&gt; products. Say what you will about home parties but I like them. Yes, its often a free hard sell but you are a big girl and should be able to say no. If you don't find anything you like at minimum you had a fun evening out of the house with a group of women who are likely your friends. At best, you find products you like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the company is to make simple meals using a meat (fish, chicken, pork or beef), one of their seasonings, a veggie and perhaps a canned good. Some recipes only required their seasoning and one other item. Basically you prep the meals and freeze them and then can throw them in your slow cooker, on the grill or in the oven when hungry. After thawing of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a dip mix I loved so I was happy and a few spices I can see myself&amp;nbsp;getting a lot of use out of.&amp;nbsp;Double bonus that I now have several meals ready and waiting in my freezer when I want a real meal. I'm excited to try Grandma's Sunday Roast, Beef Burgundy, Asian Pork Lion and the Garlic Basil and Sausage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;nice part is that I often cook this way so the concept was not foreign to me. Being single it is sometimes hard to just cook for one so I make a big meal and then portion it out into single servings for future use. It works for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all. The evening was a success. A hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miss came when I arrived home. I was so excited to relax in the hot tub and take a pic of it with the new camera using one of its fancy night enhancing shots. Not of me in the tub. Just of the tub. No one wants to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I&amp;nbsp;stuck my leg in and realized the water was only luke warm when compared to the zero degree temperature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick check of the control panel told me the water was 84 degrees. F....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to find the manual I went and it was then I discovered that I put the hot tub in sleep mode. Which, when searching for the silver lining, I realized this is a good thing to know how to do when I travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that meant no hot tub time for me. Major miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I tried something new. I went to a &lt;a href="http://learn.fitnessanywhere.com/"&gt;TRX class&lt;/a&gt; at the fitness center and it quite frankly kicked my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;hard. And this is coming from a girl who runs 3x a week, does yoga 2x per week and lifts 3x per week. Really, really&amp;nbsp;hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire premise is that if you have these&amp;nbsp;straps you can do the workout anywhere using your body weight as the resistance. It was developed by a Navy SEAL. Halfway through the workout I wanted to find that Navy SEAL and kick his butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the 30 minute workout I wanted to die. During my prayer for death I walked to the front desk and signed up for a 6 week session of classes every Wednesday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Swimsuit season will be here before we know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran 2.5 miles in 24 minutes (and I walked the first 3 minutes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day off feeling challenged and was excited to dive into work. Especially when I finally got a much sought after meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking my batting average is going to be pretty high this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6036576958060840791?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6036576958060840791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/hits-and-misses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6036576958060840791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6036576958060840791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/hits-and-misses.html' title='Hits and Misses'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-204002814989593385</id><published>2011-01-18T12:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:39:32.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29 Before 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Greek Cooking Class</title><content type='html'>The single most important thing I learned last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making homemade pasta is really not hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the ingredients are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flour, salt, eggs, milk and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. That is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to start making my own pasta and a &lt;a href="http://www.jardenstore.com/productdetails.aspx?pid=1261"&gt;pasta maker&lt;/a&gt; is now on the list of things I want. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructor used recipes found on the &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/"&gt;Ultimate Guide to Greek Food&lt;/a&gt; site. So what did we make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/zucchini-fritters.html"&gt;Kolokythokeftedes&lt;/a&gt; aka Zucchini Fritters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/grilled-bread.html"&gt;Riganatha&lt;/a&gt;. Basically the Greek version of Bruschetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.ca/books?id=0S93dEu1W6gC&amp;amp;pg=PA68&amp;amp;lpg=PA68&amp;amp;dq=makaronia+me+voutiro&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=ll5CDiAUWE&amp;amp;sig=VhfqEjK1taoJsslmQF8r5wFvFkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=vPvATJ-HDYHmsQO8zMSRDA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=8&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CDcQ6AEwBw#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=makaronia%20me%20voutiro&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Makaronia me Bouturo&lt;/a&gt;. Greek spaghetti in Brown Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/roast-chicken-recipe.html"&gt;Kotopoulo Founou&lt;/a&gt;. Roasted Lemon Garlic Chicken with potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guide-to-greek-food.com/walnut-cake.html"&gt;Karythopita&lt;/a&gt;. Walnut Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food...in a word...to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that was 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the food was great. Something I would eat all the time. I'm not even a fan of lemon flavors and I loved the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made several substitutions to the recipes. For instance, we used dried ingredients instead of fresh. We broiled the chicken instead of roasting. But the flavor? Ah-maz-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even loved the Walnut Cake and I am not a dessert person. Thankfully I didn't eat before class so I was able to enjoy our meal at the conclusion and even had leftovers to enjoy later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very glad this was on the &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-list.html"&gt;29 Before 30 list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-204002814989593385?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/204002814989593385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/greek-cooking-class.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/204002814989593385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/204002814989593385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/greek-cooking-class.html' title='Greek Cooking Class'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-6468735007590311697</id><published>2011-01-17T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:03:22.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29 Before 30'/><title type='text'>A Big Day</title><content type='html'>Side Note: Today is the first day in 6 years I haven't had MLK day off. It was very strange to be working while all my friends were off enjoying their day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry. I made the most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On today's agenda: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made it to the gym for a 30 min run and 20 minutes of abs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked a full day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Returned $190 worth of house stuff to Lowe's (3 boxes of extra flooring)&amp;nbsp;and Target (candles that didn't turn out to be the right color). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchased the &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/Olympus+-+Stylus+Tough+14.0-Megapixel+Digital+Camera+-+Black/9765213.p?id=1218169693597&amp;amp;skuId=9765213"&gt;Olympus Stylus Tough&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/12/thing-i-want-now.html"&gt;I have been lusting after&lt;/a&gt;. By the way, the camera was $80 less expensive on bestbuy.com but the store was happy to match the price! Always check the website first!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended my first &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/05/final-list.html"&gt;Greek Cooking class&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;scratching #19 off the list. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tomorrow I am going to a Gourmet Cooking Party. Apparently the theme for this week is food. Lots and lots of food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-6468735007590311697?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/6468735007590311697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6468735007590311697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/6468735007590311697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-day.html' title='A Big Day'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5252894784050279297</id><published>2011-01-16T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:59:25.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>A Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>I headed south this weekend to celebrate the 30th birthday of my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marked my first real return to the place that I resided for 17 years without ever feeling at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a celebration. A fun, exciting, dancing filled evening of&amp;nbsp;celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinners at favorite restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visits with old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I experienced the strangest mix of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it felt as though I never left. The ease at which I navigate the city. The visit to my old employer. This time on the other side of the table but at the table nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that whole time I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I made the right decision. This wasn't home. While it was nice to be there, I was happy it was temporary. I couldn't wait to get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even B, when asked about my weekend, probably put it best. How was my weekend away? That is all it was. It was a weekend away spent with great friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned today to my home. To the house, that although I have only lived here a month is truly home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 dips in my hot tub. One upon my return and one after my 6 on 6 basketball game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5252894784050279297?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5252894784050279297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-in-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5252894784050279297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5252894784050279297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='A Weekend in Review'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-569920015472836158</id><published>2011-01-13T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:09:50.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><content type='html'>Me: And I mean this...If you would be happier with me out of your life, just tell me. So let me know. &lt;br /&gt;B: No, never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-569920015472836158?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/569920015472836158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/569920015472836158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/569920015472836158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation.html' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-5450545001979884531</id><published>2011-01-11T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:21:15.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>So what does&amp;nbsp;a girl who lives in a small town in America's heartland do when she isn't traveling around the&amp;nbsp;US and Canada&amp;nbsp;for her career? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...I have no idea if you want to know this or not but I feel like writing it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning routine is fairly simple. Its the standard wake up, brush my teeth, let the dogs out, start the coffee, feed the dogs and cat and walk into my home office and ensure I am still attached to the VPN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm online and take that first sip of coffee its on.&amp;nbsp;I settle into work; calling, prospecting, setting up conference calls, having conference calls, making travel plans. All day. I only stop when I break for the afternoon workout and to make lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe occasionally check FB or update this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only variation to this is when I work out in the mornings. Morning workouts are my favorite thing in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have anyone to meet at the gym, and I haven't lately, there is no way I am going there in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I were to go in the morning you can insert gym between brushing my teeth and letting the dogs out. Otherwise you can catch me at the gym around noon so that I can use All My Children as a distraction to the fact that I have no workout buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workout routine is fairly standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - 30 min&amp;nbsp;run &amp;amp; abs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - double day! First its a brief cardio warm-up followed by 40 minutes of lifting using machines and free weights. At night I go to an hour long Power Yoga class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - 45 - 60 min run &amp;amp; abs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - repeat Tuesday's double&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - repeat Wednesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My workout hour is also the perfect break in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending there wasn't a giant snow storm ravaging my state this week my evenings would have looked like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - Junior League General Membership Meeting - canceled because of snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - Gourmet Cooking Party - canceled because of snow but that meant I made it to yoga!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - bowling league. Don't knock it until you get to sit around and have drinks and dinner with your girlfriends every week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - yoga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - make the drive south for the bff's 30th birthday but generally this would be drinks at the local bar after my dressage lesson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - House projects &amp;amp; drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - basketball league&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is pretty much my life every week. Next week I start a 3 week Greek cooking class on Mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having this much planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being on the go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love there being something to do most evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone tells you there is nothing to do in a small town? Send them to my blog. I'm always busy and I live in a town of 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to move here from a quasi major market with an NFL team and a MLB team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more active here. Because in my compact little area I can do all these things; the workout, the social time, the cooking class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all in what you make of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-5450545001979884531?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/5450545001979884531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5450545001979884531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/5450545001979884531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-104673018965429539</id><published>2011-01-10T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:42:02.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Let There Be Hardware</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSuDzCWckFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQVoWEQ7EPg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzOTctMjAxMTAxMDgtMTg1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-719752"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683077746593874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSuDzCWckFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQVoWEQ7EPg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzOTctMjAxMTAxMDgtMTg1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-719752" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Disregard my messy kitchen as this makes Phase 1 complete! &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-104673018965429539?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/104673018965429539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-there-be-hardware.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/104673018965429539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/104673018965429539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-there-be-hardware.html' title='Let There Be Hardware'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSuDzCWckFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hQVoWEQ7EPg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzOTctMjAxMTAxMDgtMTg1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-719752' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-7216253487313216421</id><published>2011-01-10T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:25:11.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>And Then I Quit</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what I was thinking when I signed up for online dating. Once I did it I knew I wasn't going to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to close my account online and found that I couldn't. I had to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((insert free hard sell)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very patiently kept repeating, "I appreciate your offer/suggestion. However I am not pleased with my experience and I would like to cancel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that 100x and you know how my conversation went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got my $45 dollars back and will never receive another message like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: u r pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: wanna go 2 prom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-7216253487313216421?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/7216253487313216421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-then-i-quit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7216253487313216421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/7216253487313216421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-then-i-quit.html' title='And Then I Quit'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-9212236683918222889</id><published>2011-01-07T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:15:24.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Kitchen Updates</title><content type='html'>Remember we started with this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc32y6CZxI/AAAAAAAAACo/doRT7XAy2Tk/s1600/New+House+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc32y6CZxI/AAAAAAAAACo/doRT7XAy2Tk/s320/New+House+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three different paint colors later it now looks like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6A7vNRRI/AAAAAAAAADE/PX1YkILwfXU/s1600/New+House+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6A7vNRRI/AAAAAAAAADE/PX1YkILwfXU/s320/New+House+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the dining room you used to see this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc4XQA9mCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/835Wv6dUptM/s1600/New+House+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc4XQA9mCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/835Wv6dUptM/s320/New+House+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc4ZEX-iZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XyWZz4rg2dM/s1600/New+House+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc4ZEX-iZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XyWZz4rg2dM/s320/New+House+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now you see: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6QQjl7_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Uq1ZIpam5mY/s320/New+House+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6PMTqInI/AAAAAAAAADI/lBg5xED5oNg/s1600/New+House+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6PMTqInI/AAAAAAAAADI/lBg5xED5oNg/s320/New+House+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc6QQjl7_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Uq1ZIpam5mY/s1600/New+House+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cabinet hardware will be on this weekend (fingers crossed) and then phase 1 will be complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phase 2 will include new countertops, sink and light fixture. The island will become&amp;nbsp;one level with a row of cabinets added underneath. The island size, 8x5 will stay the same. Hopefully that phase will be&amp;nbsp;complete by&amp;nbsp;May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-9212236683918222889?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/9212236683918222889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/kitchen-updates.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9212236683918222889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/9212236683918222889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/kitchen-updates.html' title='Kitchen Updates'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA9GoxKuPQk/TSc32y6CZxI/AAAAAAAAACo/doRT7XAy2Tk/s72-c/New+House+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-2046123476228142611</id><published>2011-01-06T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:31:20.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Online Dating</title><content type='html'>I truly don't know why I signed up for online dating. As you know I am actually rather &lt;a href="http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2010/03/online-dating.html"&gt;opposed to it for me&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially because I don't like things being forced and there was that bit about B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now B is part of the reason why I am signing up. Not that he knows. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the hour or so to develop my profile, answer their questions and select my pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 7 matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I discarded 5 for various reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not real enthralled with the remaining 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has two children and I am not sure that is something I can handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other has this hipster, too in touch with his feelings vibe I can't quite shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked for new matches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was told there are none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my $45 back already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-2046123476228142611?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/2046123476228142611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-online-dating.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2046123476228142611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/2046123476228142611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-online-dating.html' title='Day 1: Online Dating'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-549965574125062248</id><published>2011-01-06T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:53:01.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>As If</title><content type='html'>As if I don't have enough going on I signed up for an online dating site today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already wonder what I am doing or why I am doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a preventative measure to keep my friends from nominating me to be a contestant on the Bachelor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386103061041164818-549965574125062248?l=startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/feeds/549965574125062248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-if.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/549965574125062248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386103061041164818/posts/default/549965574125062248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startingoverattwenty8.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-if.html' title='As If'/><author><name>StartedOver@28</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386103061041164818.post-3950708091570253464</id><published>2011-01-05T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:54:12.626-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Finding Balance</title><content type='html'>When I have days where I start feeling overwhelmed it helps to do a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a deep breathe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yes. Lists as in plural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new house has me feeling a little overwhelmed. Partially because the flooring guys aren't done so there are things. EVERYWHERE. Dust - everywhere. I went from being settled to unsettled. I just want it wrapped up so that I can go on with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is that to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a hot tub I don't know how to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every room in the house is a project. Whether I just want to paint or if I want to do a complete overhaul. Overhaul as in paint, new light fixtures, window treatments etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets my brain cranked into overdrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a spreadsheet that lists every room in my house and everything I want to do to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that now it isn't rattling around in my brain. Its on paper. Its a plan. It also helps me see that I have a lot to do but that I don't have to do it all right now. It will come. With time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it day by day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by Step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light fixture by light fixture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt if you physically exhaust yourself by throwing in a double workout. 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