<?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-8664940994335918104</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:59.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM ..??</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664940994335918104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl . Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420107737370888504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjl-3puqyvs/Scp-CEDuNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/31McXLapscI/S220/Taurus_Symbol_Mosaic_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090125-221765-207048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664940994335918104.post-8138742542426220446</id><published>2009-04-18T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:35:22.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm back to being the creepy blogger stalker. I must say, there are alot of interesting writters out there. It's too bad I'm not one of them. I realize I suck. I thought it would be fun to write stuff for other people to read, but whenever I think about writting something, I lose it. Then, I read at all these great, interesting blogs, with lots of followers, and feel really sheepish about mine. So, here I am... being creepy silent stalker, wanting to leave comments but afraid the people will come visit my boring blog, and, well, blah. I guess I'm sort of silently following my only follower's followers. Hmmm..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my daughter was making me a lovely card. She was writting my name (cheryl) and making words with the letters of my name. When she came to Y she asked what word she could use, so I suggested 'young'. She looked up at me, and tilted her head, and said "It has to be something about you, mom!"  Well thanks dear. I didn't know 30 wasn't young!!  I said to her,&lt;br /&gt;" you know, the funny thing about life is, when we are young, we want to be old, and look older.. But when we are older, we want to be young and look young. That's why I wear makeup, it makes me look young" . (I've never been able to give her a logical reason why I wear makeup) . My daughter loves makeup (maybe because I wear it - to look young) , and any opportunity she gets, she will paint it on, and happily show me her work, just for shock value. Today, I pointed out that when she wears makeup, she actually looks very, very young. Like, 3. " I guess it's not a good idea to wear makeup" Was her reply. So hopefully, next time she gets makeup from the $ store (from G-ma) she'll remember my words. And hopefully, when she's 15 and painting lots of gory guk on her eyes, she remembers those words!!  Well, she is my daughter, so she comes by it honestly. Same with the clothes issues.  She's mini me. She had her first soccer game on Friday, and my husband informed me that she basically stands in the middle of the field, obvilious to the game that she's supposed to be playing, and watches to see who's watching her. At one point I guess she was running along side her friend on the opposite team. I would have loved to see that! Unfortunately, I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about kids for a bit. I could write and write about them because they are my whole life, but instead, I'm going to write about me. Oh, and speaking of kids, and staying home...I think I'm losing my mind. Not that they are driving me crazy. I really think I am getting early altzimers. For real. I am losing and forgetting words that I use all the time. The other day I was talking to my friend about a court case I've been watching on TV, and I couldn't rememebr the word "testify".  It's kind of scary, and I find it happenning more and more. Just simple everyday words that just won't come to me when I need them. I know, I really should read more, and maybe, if I can keep writting that might help too. Anyway, I think I am having a hard time dealing with getting older. This week, I really feel like I'm falling apart. First, the memory loss. Second, I've been waking up for the last two weeks totally stiff and sore, and my neck is really really tight, phlebitis is comming back on my leg , and my teeth can't handle cold water.  Well, all that said, I am the only one that can change things. So, I got to work on getting healthy again!! A never ending battle!!  I Wish I would have adopted some healthier habbits earlier on in life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Marley and Me last weekend,  and thouroughly enjoyed the emotional rollarcoaster. I love movies that can make me laugh, and cry at the same time. Well, I cry on most movies, so a movie that can bring a chuckle outta me is a bonus! I have the strangest sence of humor (to some people). I can't help but laugh when people hurt themselves. I am getting much better in my old age at containing the laughter, but at times, have relapses and it happens. I call it an annoying reaction.  I laughed in the movie when the dog knocked over the dog trainer. I laughed out loud, and that felt good!! I cried the rest of the way, and could relate on so many levels. (I know, it's just a movie!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, believe it or not, it actually took me three days to write this post. Hopefully, they'll get better, maybe I'll get braver and start to leave comments on the blogs that I've been secretly following. Anyway, Kudos to all the talented writters out there. I could easily get lost in blogger world all day if I let myself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8664940994335918104-8138742542426220446?l=holows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holows.blogspot.com/feeds/8138742542426220446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8664940994335918104&amp;postID=8138742542426220446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664940994335918104/posts/default/8138742542426220446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664940994335918104/posts/default/8138742542426220446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holows.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-so-im-back-to-being-creepy-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl . 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