<?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-5483898448851020839</id><updated>2012-03-06T02:54:36.567-06:00</updated><category term='tossed'/><category term='Army'/><category term='computer crash'/><category term='never too late'/><category term='control'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='die'/><category term='A Dog'/><category term='a gift of love'/><category term='trust'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='positive'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='free'/><category term='death'/><category term='loss'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='gift'/><category term='winter'/><category term='movement'/><category term='risk'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Dog sitting'/><category term='truth'/><category term='summer'/><category term='cost'/><category term='memories'/><category term='regaining control'/><category term='window'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='bird'/><category term='family'/><category term='pity'/><category term='pets'/><category term='forever'/><category term='it&apos;s'/><category term='living'/><category term='my life'/><category term='review'/><category term='learning'/><category term='friends'/><category term='lifes'/><category term='weather'/><category term='playing it safe'/><category term='reform'/><category term='dreamers'/><category term='price'/><category term='heat'/><category term='research'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='squirrel'/><category term='my childhood'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='world'/><category term='hate'/><category term='fall'/><category term='faith'/><category term='compassion'/><category term='wasted'/><category term='my Me'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='health care'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='cold'/><category term='M.S.'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='history'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='verse'/><category term='fear'/><category term='love'/><category term='things that piss me off'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='painting'/><category term='Honey girl'/><title type='text'>It is what it is, until it isn't what it once was.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a work in progress as is my life. Knowing it's the little things that mean the most. Living with M.S. having more questions than answers. What I write is a mixed bag that comes from living life. Feel free to speak your mind as I speak mine, we can agree to disagree without being disagreeable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7267801710983266843</id><published>2012-03-05T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T19:42:49.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 48 Reflections Sharing the depth of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sharing the depth of love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is it a form of misguided guilt to gain what is wanted?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If so can anyone be sure if it’s love or guilt?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A question only answered by time and heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Walking away maybe easier if done now instead of later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To remove the threat of anyone knowing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m already hurting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead of letting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My actions speak the words for me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you is strong enough to stand on its own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When a heart is entwined within the words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The risk is worth everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For the chance to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Those 3 little word repeated back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7267801710983266843?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7267801710983266843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7267801710983266843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7267801710983266843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7267801710983266843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/03/48-reflections-sharing-depth-of-love.html' title='# 48 Reflections Sharing the depth of love'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4731248549093445665</id><published>2012-02-28T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T17:51:04.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never too late'/><title type='text'>Now have a new man of the house!</title><content type='html'>&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like you all to met Ben!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC-zTTWxtNg/T004252RTGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zJmy9eb4Cd8/s1600/2012-02-26+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC-zTTWxtNg/T004252RTGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zJmy9eb4Cd8/s200/2012-02-26+012.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben was rescued by The Animal Humane Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ben was seized because of cruelty and neglect near Brainerd, Minnesota. in January he was one of 220 dog's that were kept in two trailers each had 110 dogs in them trailer. Jane had seen him on the adoption web site. So I took a look he was scared, thin looked like he was about ready to drop dead from fright. Playing it real cool told Jane we could go take a look, if she really wanted too! Then I got that knowing look, as she asked do you think I should bring a leash? You know just in case! Jane knew that I had fallen in love him just as she had done. He needed us hopefully as much as we needed him before we left we both knew we would be coming home with us if he wanted that to. Ben warmed up to us but had little energy being so thin, nervous and him jumping at everything.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t0vAlB_fyM/T01a7edb06I/AAAAAAAAANY/rzhEqY6K9rM/s1600/2012-02-26+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t0vAlB_fyM/T01a7edb06I/AAAAAAAAANY/rzhEqY6K9rM/s320/2012-02-26+002.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;Every noise he reacted as if it hurt him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vy597BaY-4/T01bN-HwONI/AAAAAAAAANg/iMfB26Mk5AM/s1600/2012-02-26+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vy597BaY-4/T01bN-HwONI/AAAAAAAAANg/iMfB26Mk5AM/s320/2012-02-26+010.JPG" 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;Now he's starting to settle in, it's been a long day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a good nights sleep hes ready to check out his new home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got to get this Man his own bowl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So far Ben has learned how to walk up and down the stairs. That no one here will hurt him. That he'll get feed every day, he'll go outside and be let back in, get to go for walks so he can build up muscles. When a hand comes towards him it will not hit him, only to pet and love him.&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: center;"&gt;What I remember is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love and understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is something when giving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Always comes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4731248549093445665?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4731248549093445665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4731248549093445665&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4731248549093445665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4731248549093445665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/now-have-new-man-of-house.html' title='Now have a new man of the house!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zC-zTTWxtNg/T004252RTGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zJmy9eb4Cd8/s72-c/2012-02-26+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4244771601629467671</id><published>2012-02-23T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T18:52:59.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Just thinking of time and age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On Tuesday I had a very bad day. Most of &amp;nbsp;the time I'm able to brush it off and stop my&amp;nbsp;private little&amp;nbsp;pity party, before it gets started. M.S. did play a roll into why it was happening, as did facing some old memories from my past. Life is trial and error at first I was wrong a lot however it was my best option at the time. My past has shaped who I am today, because or in spite of the choices I had to make, a long with what happened to me that I had no control of. Facing the fact, the things that happened changed me, I'll get to those in a bit. Because I had made choices to keep myself safe from getting or being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First I got sober, had stopped main&amp;nbsp;lining(shooting up) 2 years before going into treatment for alcohol and drug additions, since I was young I had always been thin, no one knew I thought I was a fat sow, and suffered from Anorexia&amp;nbsp;Neuroses (starvation) being 5'6" and 1/2 feet tall weight at my least 85 pounds and the most was 125 pounds. When I went into treatment I weighted 110 lbs. Yes I was trying to kill myself the treatment center Doctor's said if I lost one pound my treatment would end because my blood&amp;nbsp;levels were so low the two things that helped to keep weight down were the drugs and alcohol, without them I had no choice but to eat real food&amp;nbsp;the first week was hell. Each passing week it got easier, to eat real food knowing when I got out I would lose the extra&amp;nbsp;tonnage in less then three days and I did in two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Had I known that treatment was the easy part, after 30 day's I was back in the real world and now I needed to deal with the reasons why I couldn't face life without being buzzed. so much this part was much harder and costing more then my drugs and alcohol took over three years of paying $65. dollars per hour to deal with the reasons why I was trying to kill myself. Sometime at times I saw my therapist 3 or 4 times a week. Without her don't know where I would be today. Dealing with having been raped at 13 years old, one person knocked me down so many times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;emotionally that, I truly felt that I was worthless, and that it was my fault my Mom and Dad got&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;divorced. Being gang rapped while in the army, now the next time two men tried to rape me. I beat the crap out of them and left them laying in a heap on the road. Leaving the car at the main gate with the MP's and all my information found out later they had been beating so badly the same body part would never work the same again, no need to worry about them trying rape any one again. No I will not be a victim again! My Mom watched me change and grow into what she had hopped I would become a strong, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ndependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;woman capable of handling what ever life tossed in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Over the years I have lost friendships it does not matter why or if we just let each other go. At first I thought I did something wrong time as taught me other wise, a few I tried to reconnect with them but we are now so different from each other there is I guess no middle ground could be found. A year after I got out of treatment within 30 day's I loss 6 good friends, two took their own life, these were the hardest I had seen and talked to both of them not long before, I had no clue even after going over the conversions in my mind just couldn't see or understand why, two died in car&amp;nbsp;accidents and two of health problems, all under the age of 30. Went to each&amp;nbsp;visitation&amp;nbsp;and four&amp;nbsp;funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After losing my friends, for a long time I kept all my friendships at arms&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;length.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think that's why I had such a bad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tuesday I've been thinking about them lately. Each one was my friend but they weren't friends with each, odd to remember that maybe because I did &amp;nbsp;different things with each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Going to be turning 50 in May, guess I'm looking through my life and seeing all the joy and fun that my friendships have brought me over the years, I miss them and wonder what they would think&amp;nbsp;of who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Feeling much better now, guess I just needed to write it down. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4244771601629467671?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4244771601629467671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4244771601629467671&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4244771601629467671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4244771601629467671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-thinking-of-time-and-age.html' title='Just thinking of time and age'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5848777249054171727</id><published>2012-02-21T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T07:12:29.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'># 47 To pitch or keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To pitch or keep &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sounds simple but it’s not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tending to attach feelings to things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Makes it harder to let go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The usefulness is long gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The memories attached are strong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fear without it the memories will fade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Memories etch themselves on the heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Always there waiting &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When needed the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5848777249054171727?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5848777249054171727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5848777249054171727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5848777249054171727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5848777249054171727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/47-to-pitch-or-keep.html' title='# 47 To pitch or keep'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7908003442615821081</id><published>2012-02-17T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T18:31:15.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&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 style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Was a great time! Now taking time to recover from all the fun. Stayed at the Golden Nugget on Fremont Street very nice place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7sZaNvW27w/Tz6v4S3W11I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rruLX2VgI18/s1600/2012-02-14+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7sZaNvW27w/Tz6v4S3W11I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rruLX2VgI18/s200/2012-02-14+009.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Each night Fremont Street puts on a light show at the top of the hour until one am. Very nice but very loud. Every show was different we didn't see the same show twice however we didn't see every show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1CbYtJhei0/Tz6ztCYMylI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n3RDpvqW7OA/s1600/2012-02-14+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1CbYtJhei0/Tz6ztCYMylI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n3RDpvqW7OA/s200/2012-02-14+005.JPG" width="200" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykUjWZcksls/Tz60LlJd_BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JxhcyeXMt5I/s1600/2012-02-14+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykUjWZcksls/Tz60LlJd_BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JxhcyeXMt5I/s200/2012-02-14+006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was cold for Las Vegas, not as cold as Minneapolis, MN. worked just right for me. Did too much walking the first day, we decided to stay on Fremont Street there is a shopping mall at one end of the street so we spent one day there it was fun, everywhere was something new to see. Jane did her people watching as I window shopped worked great for us both. It was never dull, something was happening all the time there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Had people asking about my walker saying how much their Mother or Father would love something like it. A few &amp;nbsp;asked why I didn't use a standard walker they weren't rude about it or anything like that, &amp;nbsp;they had never seen anything like my walker before. Letting them know that because M.S. had weaken the muscles in my&amp;nbsp;wrist's, my arms still work so I didn't need a wheelchair, just something&amp;nbsp;in between so I use this ( I'd move around a bit so they could see how it works) and ask, "Works great don't you think?" I've always gotten a positive response back. It's a gain for everyone&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;in the exchange, they gain new information and understanding, I gain the joy of teaching someone something they didn't know before, that's a win win for everybody if you ask me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last full day we didn't do much walking around outside the Golden Nugget, I needed to rest a lot more, we sat by the pool these are pictures of the shark tank . The first one is of a tropical fish tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxsJLWdBXH4/Tz7QFGkMhqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nD09wiD7HsY/s1600/2012-02-14+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxsJLWdBXH4/Tz7QFGkMhqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nD09wiD7HsY/s200/2012-02-14+010.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jawf834PE28/Tz7J75KEQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/0PVwHsleVtk/s1600/2012-02-14+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jawf834PE28/Tz7J75KEQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/0PVwHsleVtk/s200/2012-02-14+011.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tube is a water slide through the tank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gxGnSNglxA/Tz7MggjGhoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hA2n4trqUNo/s1600/2012-02-14+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gxGnSNglxA/Tz7MggjGhoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hA2n4trqUNo/s200/2012-02-14+013.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taSP-5aTMn4/Tz7KQDTvdLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-t12lbp7rPk/s1600/2012-02-14+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taSP-5aTMn4/Tz7KQDTvdLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-t12lbp7rPk/s200/2012-02-14+012.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not so sure who's watching who&lt;br /&gt;
in this one!!&lt;br /&gt;
Date stamps are all wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7908003442615821081?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7908003442615821081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7908003442615821081&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7908003442615821081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7908003442615821081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7sZaNvW27w/Tz6v4S3W11I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rruLX2VgI18/s72-c/2012-02-14+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.983334 -93.26666999999998</georss:point><georss:box>44.902781 -93.33435449999998 45.063887 -93.19898549999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7286717414187170966</id><published>2012-02-09T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:39:23.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>M.S. has taken much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;That's true enough and we may lose it faster than most, or it tries to kill our&amp;nbsp;spirit&amp;nbsp;one ability at a time. For many folks time and living life bring changes of ability and capability, slowly at first&amp;nbsp;barely noticeable really but picking up speed as the years go by. For some it's an accident that changes everything in one small moment in time.&amp;nbsp;Does it mean any of the folks above should stop living each day as we did before? Doing all we can by making do with what we've got to work with? Getting caught up in regret is easy with all of our, could should and would haves from the past remind us of what we didn't do, instead of what we did do and why! Thinking of all the mistakes we had made. Now if you have read any of my posts before this one you may already know what coming next. Those mistakes were made the person you were back then, not by the person are today. You’re not that person anymore it's the reason why you're now able see it as a mistake! Okay maybe I'm wrong, I am wrong a lot and have been told that more times then I care to count. Getting caught up in the past, takes us away from living in the here and now, but we can regret that later! What the future holds is still unknown. If you want to look back go back 20 or 40 years, if you’re like me you were alive back then, the tools that we have today weren't even science-fiction back then. If history as taught us anything, it's any one thing can change the world we will be living in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;M.S. has taken away many of the things, I loved doing like fishing, long slow walks in the woods, sleeping more than 4 hours at a time and going shopping all day, to name a few. So now I've found new and different things I love doing as much if not more like looking out my window to the world, still being able to hear the birds and squirrels, over the entire city noisy. Without having m.s. I never would have learning that woodpeckers that eat at the bird feeder will take seeds and put them in the bark of a tree and come back later to eat them. The walks in the woods are shorter so I listen closer it's all still there, now I may not see them all I do remember what the bird and animals looks like, so I can match the sound with the picture in my mind. Realizing when putting all the sounds the birds and animals are making. It's a wonderful song written by nature. The best part is it's never the same making each time it's heard the first, so for me it never gets old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Watching as my mother and her sisters were growing older, seeing time taking their ability and capability away with the years. What I remember the most is the grace, in which they took each lost they faced, there was a bit of moaning and groaning more or less the same as we do now. None seemed to regret or lament about the past. Even as the end was so near, each one talked of what fun they had over the years the things they had done but not what they hadn't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7286717414187170966?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7286717414187170966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7286717414187170966&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7286717414187170966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7286717414187170966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/ms-has-taken-much.html' title='M.S. has taken much'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4336270594934541368</id><published>2012-02-06T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:09:07.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price'/><title type='text'>Time taking it's toll on everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;NO SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Having M.S. has not helped at all, from bowel to vision it’s been a trial and error. That’s still ongoing not likely to stop any time soon. It’s not all bad, it will surprise me with a short rest bit that never seems to last long enough, however I’ll take what I can get.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now for the reason for this post Jane and I are going on a vacation very soon. We had painted the living room a few weeks ago, Jane has been telling me, we need to get the dining room done soon or they won’t match! Unlike me Jane is a worrier and has been long before we met. The older the habit is the harder it is to change and I have tried and failed. Knowing this and Jane too well after 17 years she would be thinking (worrying) about it when we are supposed to be having fun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well I got us started painting on Thursday and we finished up late last night, after the super bowl was over. The team with the least amount of mistakes won, enjoyed it very much. We did a good job on the painting and I’ll have the time needed to recover, before we go on vacation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are both feeling the effects of doing this today. The satisfaction of doing it and seeing how much better it looks, is helping. However I keep finding myself thinking back, when it took only two days and further back it would have taken a day, remembering even further back when my Mom and I had painted the living and dining room, hallway and up the stairs in two days. Realizing it’s not just M.S. that’s slowed me down, living has played a major part in that as well. The memories from then to now are happy ones of team work and pride in a job well done. Then as now it was fun, going from start to finish, the conversations and range of topics hasn’t changed much covering everything, including all the memories made of doing this over the years. Asking myself the same question each time, was it worth the price I’m paying now for doing this? Yes it sure is, for had I not done this, those memories may have stayed locked away until who know when. They were all worth any price to remember them again and now I’m able to add another one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What did Jane talk about this morning besides how sore she was! She said; "When we get back, from vacation maybe we should paint the bathroom?" I think I’ll let her answer that one after she comes home from work tonight. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4336270594934541368?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4336270594934541368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4336270594934541368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4336270594934541368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4336270594934541368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-taking-its-toll-on-everyone.html' title='Time taking it&apos;s toll on everyone!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.983334 -93.26666999999998</georss:point><georss:box>44.902781 -93.33435449999998 45.063887 -93.19898549999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5605562967332231981</id><published>2012-02-02T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:38:36.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'># 46 Reflection It's happening now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It’s happening now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Your mind is processing what’s happening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Around and to you the affects it will&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Have on you are yet unknown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;You can’t stop it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;No matter how you try&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For it is ruled by time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Life is happening everywhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Take all of it in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For this moment in time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Will not come again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;So make the most of it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Once it’s gone you’ll have missed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The chance of giving yourself guide posts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To see how far you’ve come&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Helping steer your course&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;To get where you need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5605562967332231981?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5605562967332231981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5605562967332231981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5605562967332231981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5605562967332231981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/02/46-reflection-its-happening-now.html' title='# 46 Reflection It&apos;s happening now'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2828192014329316841</id><published>2012-01-30T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:01:03.900-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 45 of Reflections Love Lost Hate forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love Lost Hate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love is something you can’t…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;…Hide, steal or forget&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love when it’s shared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can never be lost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It remains always&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The basics are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hate and Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love will always overcome Hate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is more than a word&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It’s a place within your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2828192014329316841?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2828192014329316841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2828192014329316841&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2828192014329316841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2828192014329316841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/45-of-reflections-love-lost-hate.html' title='# 45 of Reflections Love Lost Hate forever'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5640580776466786977</id><published>2012-01-27T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:40:12.517-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'># 44 of Reflections abilities,capabilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Abilities, capabilities and choices!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Every person’s abilities and capabilities are different&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;To stand in judgment of others and or their choices&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;What qualities are required?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Everyone does the best they can with what they’ve got&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;No matter what we may think or believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;If standing in judgment of someone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;The risk is having someone stand in judgment of us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;The choices people make may not be the ones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;We would have made&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;However the choices were not ours to make!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;As for me, I will judge only myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;At the end of my life, I will stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Before the one with the qualities, required&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;To judge me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Until then I’ll do the best I can with what I’ve got&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5640580776466786977?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5640580776466786977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5640580776466786977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5640580776466786977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5640580776466786977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/44-of-reflections-abilitiescapabilities.html' title='# 44 of Reflections abilities,capabilities'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3459204320065532188</id><published>2012-01-25T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:01:06.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'># 43 Reflections Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Caring and loving the people in my life does not change, because I see them less or more or even not at all. It’s the relationship that mattered most, not the things we did or didn’t do. What’s important to me may not have meant the same to you. Thank goodness we are not the same, wouldn’t have been so much fun, had I not looked at things from your point of view. As each person passes through our life some only once other coming and going throughout the span of time. Life is fluid like a river going on its way changes and choices made will put a bend here and there, in places it will be wide in others narrow too, flowing fast and slow also. As it takes a lifetime to finally reach the loving depth of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3459204320065532188?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3459204320065532188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3459204320065532188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3459204320065532188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3459204320065532188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/43-reflections-friends.html' title='# 43 Reflections Friends.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2753109745089986132</id><published>2012-01-25T12:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:22:32.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'># 42 Honesty - Dishonesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Honesty-Dishonesty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Relationships a matter of trust and faith &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Being honest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Lie to yourself that’s fine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;When perpetuating that lie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Passing it on as truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;The harm it’s capable of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;When becoming aware&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Of a deception&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Achieves one thing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Unworthy of honesty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Was it pity and or lies?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;A question never asked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Harm it did cause&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Wasn’t the intent, but is the result&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Of dishonesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This is not a typical type of my reflection I've posted here before. However it's a reflection of not one loss but of many, that have come from living with m.s. Being&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;guilty of lying to myself out of pride and foolishness from time to time, and those little white lies that are told to spare one's feelings, because it may hurt them and harm a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2753109745089986132?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2753109745089986132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2753109745089986132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2753109745089986132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2753109745089986132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/42-honesty-dishonesty.html' title='# 42 Honesty - Dishonesty'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4715168205625684223</id><published>2012-01-20T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:56:39.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>A new view from my window to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This winter I’m getting a larger variety of birds, at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;bird feeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;outside my window to the world. Until this winter it’s mostly been a variety of Swallows, Sparrows with only a few House Finch and Wren. This year now includes a larger variety of birds getting more of the wary, timid and nervous ones like a variety of woodpeckers, warblers, indigo bunting and more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The most fun have been the woodpeckers, maybe it’s because I’m learning more about them, that if having seen it myself not sure I would have believed it, as a red-bellied woodpecker put a seed into a spot of the tree bark. Not once but many times going back and forth from seed cake feeder to the tree. Her mate didn’t do this he came eat his fill and left, like &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; not all of men I known.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since all the new kinds of birds have come, I've been trying to get pictures of them that so far I haven’t had much luck they're such wary and nervous bird's they fly away or maybe their camera shy either way, here are the only two shots that have worked so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umukD-enqrw/TxmZiyC6v1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HEKSDLAnalY/s1600/2012-01-10+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umukD-enqrw/TxmZiyC6v1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HEKSDLAnalY/s320/2012-01-10+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red-bellied Woodpecker&lt;br /&gt;
Female&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNLEURqHfyQ/TxmZzaKvLvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N29z2G6pbvg/s1600/2012-01-12+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNLEURqHfyQ/TxmZzaKvLvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N29z2G6pbvg/s320/2012-01-12+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hairy Woodpecker&lt;br /&gt;
Male&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The squirrels on the other hand are posing for me and if the seed cake feeders are empty they sit on top making noise letting me know it! As for cleaning up the ground when the birds and squirrels are gone one crow comes by and takes care of that. Haven’t seen a hawk for a while, however have seen the unmistakable evidence that it’s been by for a snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjuFz_kw6EM/Txmb7r-YgqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OgzpnyENbZc/s1600/2012-01-12+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjuFz_kw6EM/Txmb7r-YgqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OgzpnyENbZc/s320/2012-01-12+001.JPG" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Now these two are on different feeders, all three are from the last litter of squirrels born in the first part of October. Really didn't think these little guys' would make it. Thank goodness for a very mild winter and my feeding them, all have a nice layer of fat to keep them warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6hsT63zR1Y/TxmdSxjsnqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y4DC5q_qkzY/s1600/2012-01-02+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6hsT63zR1Y/TxmdSxjsnqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y4DC5q_qkzY/s320/2012-01-02+002.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZvfWGuVmaE/TxmdXrlxv1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O01KHuDYZnY/s1600/2012-01-02+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZvfWGuVmaE/TxmdXrlxv1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O01KHuDYZnY/s400/2012-01-02+001.JPG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;They each have their own personality and still chase each other around the tree. The birds and squirrels put on a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;pretty good show, on the&amp;nbsp;corner there is a movie theater and people will stop and watch I've heard some of the children ask if they can pet the squirrels a few parents, said sure if they'll let you! First step on the grass and away they all go squirrels up the tree and birds fly to the roof. It's all just good fun for everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Have been told that I shouldn't feed the squirrels! I tell them why not do you want the hawk's to eat your cat? The squirrel population is well&amp;nbsp;controlled, by the hawk's that winter here. In spring when the eagles and hawk's start moving north it's all as it should be in the end.&amp;nbsp;So we end up with more eagle's and hawk's then squirrel's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;So all is right with my little spot in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4715168205625684223?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4715168205625684223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4715168205625684223&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4715168205625684223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4715168205625684223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-view-from-my-window-to-world.html' title='A new view from my window to the world.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umukD-enqrw/TxmZiyC6v1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HEKSDLAnalY/s72-c/2012-01-10+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7743347652033019159</id><published>2012-01-19T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:21:45.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'># 41 Questions don't mean answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Questions don’t mean answers&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Learning happens when asking a question&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Answered or not you’ll gain information&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What you do and how you interpret the information&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;May cause questioning of choices made or not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Reinforcing your point of view or not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It will give you options to consider&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To become the person you want to be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Change is hard but a necessity for growth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Without growth nothing changes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Living without growing or learning is uninteresting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Taking the risks to finding your true potential&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depends if you’re willing to ask the questions only you can answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7743347652033019159?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7743347652033019159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7743347652033019159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7743347652033019159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7743347652033019159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/41-questions-dont-mean-answers.html' title='# 41 Questions don&apos;t mean answers'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2398877232755471435</id><published>2012-01-18T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:40:04.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey girl'/><title type='text'># 40 of Reflections Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Honey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My wonderful joyful distraction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From all the worries the world brings my way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your ability to make even my darkest of days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Seem bright and calm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m able to shed my cloak of dread and hopelessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In your eyes I’ve seen only love and faithfulness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And a level of acceptance I’ve rarely known&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Through all the trails and difficulties&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life brings my way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The love you’ve shown me has taught me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No matter how big a problem looks or feels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It’s never as big as I think or as important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2398877232755471435?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2398877232755471435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2398877232755471435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2398877232755471435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2398877232755471435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/40-of-reflections-honey.html' title='# 40 of Reflections Honey'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-9159953228385562309</id><published>2012-01-15T07:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:09:56.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><title type='text'># 39 reflections If I had the ability to read minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;If I had the ability to read minds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I'd have no need to ask why or doubt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;That the truth has been told&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;All questions would have answerers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I can’t so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Questions remain unanswered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Why did all communication just stop?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Was it something I did or didn’t do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;What I will do is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;To understand it’s not about&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Me it’s about you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Many times I’ve forgotten this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I'll trust you t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;o take care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;And be here if you need me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-9159953228385562309?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/9159953228385562309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=9159953228385562309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/9159953228385562309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/9159953228385562309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/38-reflections-if-i-had-ability-to-read.html' title='# 39 reflections If I had the ability to read minds'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8239111730022816426</id><published>2012-01-13T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:09:51.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Why I titled my blog this way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wanting the title to have some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; flexibility. Because I've found&amp;nbsp;life is&amp;nbsp;fluid&amp;nbsp;it changes&amp;nbsp;in some spots it moves so fast, in others it's like standing still. Wanting my blog to grow and change a long with me. More importantly by remaining open, to all the possibility life has yet in store for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So that is why it's titled:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is what it is, until it isn't what it once was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Seeing that; I'm not the person I used to be nor am I the person I will be. Change is always happening and&amp;nbsp;each day is a new day. Every choice made is a&amp;nbsp;change&amp;nbsp;that's been chosen.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8239111730022816426?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8239111730022816426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8239111730022816426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8239111730022816426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8239111730022816426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-titled-my-blog-this-way.html' title='Why I titled my blog this way'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1784797764489964131</id><published>2012-01-10T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:53:14.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Here I go again with the weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To say it's been a mild winter here so far would be a HUGE understatement. Having April temps in January above&amp;nbsp;average by 10 degree or more for 20 days in a roll. Being able to get out and about every weekend, without all the&amp;nbsp;hassle of dealing with snow and the cold,&amp;nbsp;has really been grand. The weather folks are saying it going to change, can't say I'm not glad to hear it, tired of needing to water the trees. Don't mind the low heating bills and seeing my neighbors walking their dogs in short sleeves &amp;nbsp;shirts it's 49 degrees today. Yes it is going to end it always does waking up to 16 degrees on Thursday will be a bit of a shock even if that's normal for this time of year. Everyone will get back into the layers and layers to keep warm and all I'll see are their eyes in the bundles they've tucked&amp;nbsp;themselves into. Having missed hearing from the bundles as they are about to get that last piece on, out comes&amp;nbsp;a groan as they start pulling off each layer faster and faster asking them&amp;nbsp;calmly what's wrong it's always&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;the same "Oh (any four letter word will do) NOW I'VE GOT TO PEE!! It's the one for me that never gets old, a time or two I've been knew to run the water a bit longer then needed when&amp;nbsp;grabbing a glass of water.&amp;nbsp;One of the many little things that my Mother taught me. But when she did it there were 5 to 10 kids with only one bathroom and it was up stairs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1784797764489964131?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1784797764489964131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1784797764489964131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1784797764489964131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1784797764489964131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-i-go-again-with-weather.html' title='Here I go again with the weather!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minnesota, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>46.729553 -94.68589980000002</georss:point><georss:box>43.7870545 -98.55961930000001 49.6720515 -90.81218030000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5127104313480569501</id><published>2012-01-09T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:54:54.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'># 38 reflections Win Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Win Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For some winning is the only goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For others it isn't about w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;inning or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's about doing their best win or lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Knowing their best was given that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With a willingness to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That tomorrow is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Another chance to run the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of living life by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Giving it your best every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Add all the days together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Win or lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Making your life one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That is&amp;nbsp;truly being lived&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5127104313480569501?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5127104313480569501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5127104313480569501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5127104313480569501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5127104313480569501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/38-reflections-win-win.html' title='# 38 reflections Win Win'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2127898559056087566</id><published>2012-01-05T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:31:36.648-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 36 and #37 Reflections of 1980</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;June 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you set your mind to anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You can do it or it will never happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That's all up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anything you do must first be learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some times doing without feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you feel like praying it's easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you don't i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;t's hard to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But when you make the move to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know that's what you needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Knowing what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is the first step in learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How to take care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is #37 from the same year. As I read it now I'm not so sure, that parts of it didn't come from something I had read. So I'm unwilling to say that I wrote this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When your looking for something you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But you just can't seem to find it don't lose hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be&amp;nbsp;steadfast continue your searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Once looked for love but was hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He was fair and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But he was judged for sins he didn't commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and lies he never told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For these he was an&amp;nbsp;Innocent Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But was put to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With his death&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He gave us each a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of grace and all we need is faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is what one man did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To give us a choice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2127898559056087566?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2127898559056087566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2127898559056087566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2127898559056087566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2127898559056087566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/36-and-37-reflections-of-1980.html' title='# 36 and #37 Reflections of 1980'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-812338551597528042</id><published>2012-01-03T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:58:28.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>2011 has come to an end indeed. I've gained more then I've lost in different ways. That's how I view it as a whole it was a okay year, learned many lessons that I really should have learned a long time ago, back when they first happened the first time so many years ago. Hind sight is always 20/20, yes I do say that a lot, as a reminder to me not to be so hard on myself, because I'm not the same person I was. If I were, wouldn't be calling them lesson's learned. Viewing the high's and the low's of the past year, I find the view better when I look at it from my heart. Change happens no need to worry about the date, it's the journey and the ever changing view no matter if from the high or the low, it's where my heart is&amp;nbsp;focused that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-812338551597528042?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/812338551597528042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=812338551597528042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/812338551597528042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/812338551597528042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3521760684299745217</id><published>2011-12-29T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:38:14.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'># 35 Reflection Common not Capable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Common not all are capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In common:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hopes and dreams, love and sadness, fears and joy, loss and growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life is capable of teaching us many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If we are willing to learn compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some aren't Capable of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Actively listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Holding back judgment until both points of view are understood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What was your motive for sharing this type of information with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sure it wasn't meant to hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sharing my History is easy it's unable to hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sharing feelings of pain, loss and emotions is much harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For that is my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That now stays&amp;nbsp;safely&amp;nbsp;in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Long ago I wore it on my&amp;nbsp;sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Learned how easily it could be&amp;nbsp;bruised,&amp;nbsp;crushed and nearly broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Would have liked to have learned that lesson much sooner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;then I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh well it all worked the way it was meant to anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3521760684299745217?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3521760684299745217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3521760684299745217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3521760684299745217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3521760684299745217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/35-reflection-common-not-capable.html' title='# 35 Reflection Common not Capable'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8505328291904256267</id><published>2011-12-27T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:12:55.139-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Can't say much about weather in Minnesota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What a different a year makes, much easier to get around to do just about anything that doesn't include snow. Do I mind heck no, haven't used the snow-blower once, shoveled only 3 times. The day after Christmas we set a record high&amp;nbsp;temperature of 52 degrees,&amp;nbsp;considering the normal high is in the low&amp;nbsp;twenty's, dewpoints are still&amp;nbsp;in between the 30's and 40's, yes I've written about the weather a lot, it's kind of becoming a big deal all over the world. Now I'm not going to get into climate change debate, if folks want to keep on the rose colored glasses, there's not much I can do about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When we don't get the snow in the end of fall and early winter we do tend to get more in January and February so it does even it's self out for the most part. When it's this dry and warm I water the trees that get the most sun or are young, so they don't get too stressed. Need as many carbon eater as we can get here in the city, it won't replace the rain forest but every little bit helps, well it can't hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It been nice getting out and about without having to deal with all that snow, shush and ice. &amp;nbsp;Having not to fight so hard to keep the cold out and the heat in. Knowing many of you are needing to fight the cold and snow for the first time in many years if ever. Your houses aren't build for this kind of cold or to bear the weight of the wet snow on your roof. Don't know many up here that don't know what the R factor rating is of the&amp;nbsp;insulation&amp;nbsp;in their walls the roofs is. The roofs on the houses up here are built to hold up to the weight of the snow and the&amp;nbsp;freezing and thawing that's caused by the sun.&amp;nbsp;Not saying all this to worry any one just information to&amp;nbsp;hopefully help you get through this winter. Best of luck to all who are needing to deal with for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8505328291904256267?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8505328291904256267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8505328291904256267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8505328291904256267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8505328291904256267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-say-much-about-weather-in.html' title='Can&apos;t say much about weather in Minnesota.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4663186914401369603</id><published>2011-12-24T08:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:41:26.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>What my brain and body did automatically</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This has worked for me dealing with swelling hands and feet. It may not work for everyone else but here goes anyway. The human body is meant to be in motion it's how the body detox's it self, having limited mobility, spasticity and pain makes it harder to do. Understanding I've got to work at keeping it doing what it used to do, before m.s. got in the way of my body's ability to do this without my needing to think about it all! Heck I didn't even know it did this automatically, until after I talked to my old track coach. Never heard about it from any Doctor, Neurologist and or Physically therapist. Dealing with gout learning why it seems to happen in the toes. Because the body moves harmful things as far away from the heart as it can, how dumb I'm I that's why fluid builds up in hands and feet as far away from the heart as it can get. Understanding that Mobility is so much more then moving from point A to point B. It's amazing how little I know about this shell I've lived within for over 49 years. It's capable of and does try to protect it's self from my many mistakes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Moving on (pun intended) to communication brain to and from the body, spasticity and pain. Learning these three work together to break down muscles that adds to pain and is one of the causes of muscle weakness. For many people putting a thought into action is&amp;nbsp;automatic. Most if asked couldn't tell you how they did it or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;what muscles were used, to do any given task, unless the muscle is or was painful or sore! For them communication is seamless,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I for one don't have the ability to think and do,&amp;nbsp;my brain and body doesn't work as a team any more. Messages go from the brain but because of the many scares along path caused by m.s. messages get misdirected or totally lost and or delayed. The central nervous system and spinal cord is only the delivery system when a message doesn't get out of the brain or into the right spot. What this does is hit or miss causing so many different problems, the main one for me is pain here is an example of &amp;nbsp;one my hope is it help people to understand what they take for granted. Thinking of standing up from sitting sound easy okay lets follow the path of a ms scared brain sends the message oops it got misdirected, nothing is moving find another way to get up without using my knee's, lift myself up using my arms works okay get feet under me done. Now I go to take that step oops here comes that misdirected message to stand up darn it now the muscles in my knee's are trying &amp;nbsp;ouch in my head I'm&amp;nbsp;screaming I'M ALREADY STANDING SO STOP TRYING &amp;nbsp;TO OH MY THAT HURTS!!&amp;nbsp;Finally they stop it's a good thing I have knee caps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The last piece as to how this causes muscle weakness, it's when my brain sends the message to the muscle to do work, but when the muscle sends the message back to my brain what's it's done but that message gets lost so there is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;disconnect&amp;nbsp;between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the brain and the muscle, the brain doesn't know that the muscle it's been working&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;and is in need of an&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;increased blood flow to remove acid that is a by product of working a muscle, then acid isn't removed fast enough it starts working to break down the muscle making it weaker. This also true with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;spams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At first I'm so glad it stopped pulling, I want to rest but now I've got to do what my brain should have done by increasing the blood flow. How can I do that I'm not in control of my blood flow that's my Brain's job. But I do Understand that moving will cause my blood flow to increase that with movement the brain will know that to do, I have to find a way to help build a new&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;connection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Please remember I'm no Doctor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my way of trying to make&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;sense of that m.s. is doing, to the little things the brain did before m.s. of course I didn't know anything about what the brain does&amp;nbsp;automatically&amp;nbsp;until after I got m.s. Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wondered how or if the little stuff was the cause of losing the big stuff? As always I still have no answers just a whole lot of questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4663186914401369603?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4663186914401369603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4663186914401369603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4663186914401369603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4663186914401369603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-my-brain-and-body-does.html' title='What my brain and body did automatically'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8900382044515268993</id><published>2011-12-16T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:23:00.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas this year here will be brown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As you may already know I talk about the weather a lot, many folks in Minnesota do. Last year we had so much snow, this year we've had more rain then snow. With above normal temperatures it's keeping the heating cost down, after the cooling season that was much higher than I've seen before, it's helping the household&amp;nbsp;budget to catch up. The snow lovers here are unhappy, earlier this week we had .34 inches of rain, that would have been 3~4 inches of snow, meaning the ski resorts are ice but are again making snow, I'll&amp;nbsp;admit I like snow at ski resorts more then on the roads and sidewalks makes getting from point A to B and back again much easier. Mother nature I think maybe taking some of the same drugs that I am, or maybe shes having some fun with Mr. Frost. Yes I do know it about climate change, being it's so close to&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;just want to give a lighter spin, for a short time. Now that it's gotten colder the birds are coming back to the bird feeder again and the three baby&amp;nbsp;squirrels are getting a thicker coat of fur and are filling out nicely, I'm almost sure they'll make it through the rest of the winter. As for the brown, I don't mind it's nice being able to get out this time of year. The snow will come sooner or later, it always does just taking each day as it comes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8900382044515268993?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8900382044515268993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8900382044515268993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8900382044515268993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8900382044515268993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-this-year-here-will-be-brown.html' title='Christmas this year here will be brown.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minneapolis, MN, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.9799654 -93.26383609999999</georss:point><georss:box>44.899412399999996 -93.33152059999999 45.0605184 -93.1961516</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1143003182690052594</id><published>2011-12-15T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:42:57.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><title type='text'>I've been well M.S. is making NO trying to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;... A kill joy to put it nicely! Sorry I'm not given into that crap wait bull crap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Time for a little chat with my brain yes I talk to my brain No it does not answer not so far, one of these days who knows. However it has a lot to answer for! Like why does it not listen or at least try to find a way to limit the number of times it tells a muscle to do what it never did before m.s. I don't have or take dummy pills! (some may not agree) Come on making two muscle work&amp;nbsp;against each other is painful and why did it let that message get through&amp;nbsp;sense less. I'll think about getting up, after I do stand up without the help of my muscles. I swear my brain waits until I'm upright and taking the first step, that's when it sends the message, yep it gets through, so the those muscles try and thankfully don't get my&amp;nbsp;knee to go backward the knee cap gets in the way.&amp;nbsp;Wish my brain would listen to me, I thought I gave better sense then that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is as delicate as a flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One cold wind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could destroy it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has taken root&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two different heart's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2222315391354312521?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2222315391354312521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2222315391354312521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2222315391354312521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2222315391354312521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/34-of-reflections-one-cold-wind.html' title='#34 Of reflections One cold wind'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8832108324956821705</id><published>2011-12-07T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:43:31.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Reflection</title><content type='html'>&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;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Christmas tree is up with it's 500+ lights, yes I can feel all the love coming from it and I know she's enjoying it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Karen and her sisters&lt;br /&gt;
Char and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passed away October 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Mom Adele and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;October 25 1930 ~ April 13, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the tree that brought back so many wonderful memories of Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reminding what Christmas is all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caring, Sharing and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx1bHT7_WNo/Tt-luGN3yjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-DKhpLtrtmo/s1600/2011-12-07+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx1bHT7_WNo/Tt-luGN3yjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-DKhpLtrtmo/s200/2011-12-07+003.JPG" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXNyWNi67Ts/Tt-lqJ8OtFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qj0xBqXhf68/s1600/2011-12-07+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXNyWNi67Ts/Tt-lqJ8OtFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qj0xBqXhf68/s200/2011-12-07+002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09T-8YhmtZU/Tt-lk6Br9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kzMewL1ZU1g/s1600/2011-12-07+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09T-8YhmtZU/Tt-lk6Br9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kzMewL1ZU1g/s200/2011-12-07+001.JPG" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas or Xmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Either way you write it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can't take Christ out of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CHRISTMAS or X-MAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both mean the&amp;nbsp;exact&amp;nbsp;same thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8832108324956821705?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8832108324956821705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8832108324956821705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8832108324956821705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8832108324956821705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-reflection.html' title='A Christmas Reflection'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUfd8a4Dsyk/Tt-NIaGDi-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ywubYXegTh0/s72-c/bill%252C+jane%252C+billy+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-702015629895146613</id><published>2011-11-27T04:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T04:45:19.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>What is it that makes life grand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As the season of sticks is replaced by the season of white and cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For me it's the simple things that make living life grand, so here are few of mine; When I'm in that moment just before I begin to laugh. Listening to a story that I'm sure I know how it will end, and it turns out I was wrong. Watching as the squirrels and birds seem to work together so all get their fill. Seeing a rain fall change everything from brown to green, walking out just as it stops and hearing the ground soaking it up, some folks call it watching the grass grow. Seeing each season come and than go. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-702015629895146613?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/702015629895146613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=702015629895146613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/702015629895146613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/702015629895146613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-it-that-makes-life-grand.html' title='What is it that makes life grand.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1955131022932901127</id><published>2011-11-23T02:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:42:11.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regaining control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><title type='text'>This Thanksgiving  is different.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For the first time in my life I don't feel it's&amp;nbsp;necessary,&amp;nbsp;to go anywhere for Thanksgiving. Jane and I decided we are going to stay home, it's the first time that it will be just the two us. Got all the fixings before the snow started falling. A good thing because it's really coming down, no it's not a repeat of last fall yet. It will warm up and be gone before&amp;nbsp;Turkey day. The first snow fall of winter was a mix of wet heavy snow, sleet and the white fluffy stuff. It has all become ice and I'm really glad I don't drive any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With my physically abilities slowly slipping away, things are a bit more challenging that's all! Still not giving in or giving up that continues as always, and picking my&amp;nbsp;battles very carefully. Being more cautious about where and what I'm putting my energy into. With limited resources I don't waste it, by knowing the choices I make have&amp;nbsp;ramifications, that can and have stopped me dead in my tracks, taking day's or even weeks to recover from. Finding a balance isn't easy when I don't know what I'll have to work with each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My new normal is a loss that I'm not adjusting to very well, it started a while ago, with a high pitched ringing in my ears. Have I mention how much I loathe and despise high pitched noise, it's very distracting to the point that it's almost impossible to get and stay focused. When it drops down a few octaves its much easier to deal with, no need to worry I'll find ways of work around it. In the last few weeks I've noticed I fatigue faster and it's taking longer to recover, with these two things it's affecting my ability to communicate verbally and to write. Change isn't one of my strong suits, honestly I've never handled change well. It's the reason I call change adjustments makes me feel more in control, I prefer to face life head on with open eye's.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The adjustments I've made to lower my stress&amp;nbsp;level. First I'm not going use chat on face book,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the type is too small for me to see. The second is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;talking on the &amp;nbsp;telephone, some folks will find this hard to believe because, I could and did spend hours talking on the phone mostly with Mom. When talking with other people much longer then they wanted too. I've been told this many times, "You can turn a ten&amp;nbsp;minute phone call into an hour or more!" a bit like my mother.&amp;nbsp;Now I don't even answer the phone because, it's so frustrating trying to listen and talk, after I hang up, trying to remember why they had called what it was all about I even started taking notes Grrrr. It's just gotten to be too much of a hassle, face to face is easier to handle but, the best way I think is to just use e-mail, this way they can respond, when they have time. So far it's working out great for me, no longer do I need to give it a second thought, if I'm bugging them or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1955131022932901127?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1955131022932901127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1955131022932901127&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1955131022932901127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1955131022932901127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-thanksgiving-is-different.html' title='This Thanksgiving  is different.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4548829769156628408</id><published>2011-11-17T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:47:47.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>The brain, body and or mind and heart?</title><content type='html'>After&amp;nbsp;looking at what the brain does automatically, without us needing to think about it at all. With&amp;nbsp;all the data, studies and research that's been done and or are still on going. The answer's are&amp;nbsp;theories and hypothesis! Researchers and scientists question each others scientific method. The &amp;nbsp;most honest I've found are the few that said "this technology is in it's infancy".&amp;nbsp;This hasn't been a waste of time at all, I've learned that many of the huge long words that are used is a fancy way of saying "they aren't really sure"!&amp;nbsp;Here is what I have learned and&amp;nbsp;witnessed&amp;nbsp;myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So take it as you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The three parts that make the body work are; the Brain, central nervous system (nerves and spinal cord) and muscles including tendons, ligaments and everything else. The most important is the central nervous system. It works as the body and brain's information highway, &amp;nbsp;everything goes through it and it's a two lane highway. More about that in a bit. M.S. as we know is a scaring on the nerves in the brain and on the spinal cord, we all understand it sucks. None of us would wish it on anyone!&lt;br /&gt;
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So much is still&amp;nbsp;unknown like how or why the central nervous system,&amp;nbsp;continues sending signals from the brain to the muscles and the muscles keeps sending signals back to the brain. When so many seem to get lost. This is painful because the scars in the brain get in the way, of the message from the muscle saying it's done, doesn't always get through so it just keeps&amp;nbsp;doing what the brain told it to do pull. Even though the other muscle's used to do what needed doing is done, those messages got through and the muscle's stopped pulling right away. Getting people who don't have m.s. to understand this rarely happens, even as they watch the tears of pain roll down my cheeks some just turn away! The few that have helped by rubbing the &amp;nbsp;muscle, have told me it's a bone but when it finally stops pulling a few thought they broken something, but the look of&amp;nbsp;relief on my face tells them the truth.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;central nervous system keeps sending the messages back and forth giving the brain and muscle a chance to make a new&amp;nbsp;connection it's not a reconnect. As long as the brain is learning it's making new connections all the time. No I'm not saying it can make anyone better, a lot of the time there is no way to repair all or any of the damage done by M.S. and to stroke victims and people with head injury. However there are some that are able to regain abilities again, in the&amp;nbsp;research studies of people. That Doctors have said they will need to be in long term care for the rest of their life. Because to much of the brain has been damaged. There are many case studies of people who, can and do end up living alone. There are many theories as to how this happens, but with no smoking gun to prove anyone of them right, it seems to be hit or miss. The One theory that I think makes&amp;nbsp;sense to me anyway.&amp;nbsp;Is that the brain and muscles are making or finding new or different pathways of&amp;nbsp;communication, by passing or working around the damage. Of course it's hard to&amp;nbsp;prove this theory, partly because the people are busy living their life. To sit through all the tests Doctor's who told them they would never be capable of anything that they are doing. Don't blame them one bit, when they don't feel anything is wrong with them. Only a very few get back most of what was lost, to function as they did before but somehow they seem to find a way to enjoy what they have and continue doing the best they can with what they have to work with.&lt;br /&gt;
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This of course is only my opinion from the research I've done, and my own experience of watching and seeing what the brain is capable of recovering from. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
My Auntie Jo after her stroke while having&amp;nbsp;triple by pass surgery&amp;nbsp;done. The only MRI they had was the one right after her heart surgery. According to the Doctor she had lost 2/3 of brain function. She never would sit still so they could do another MRI. It took her two years of&amp;nbsp;rehabilitation&amp;nbsp;to be capable of living alone and for over 14 years that exactly what she did. She did her own cooking, cleaning, bathing and dressing. Later she moved out to&amp;nbsp;California easier to get around no snow, most of her children had moved out there years ago. Twice a year she came back to Minnesota for the state fair in the summer and in February to go with her two sister's on vacation to a resort in northern MN. The one thing she said &amp;nbsp;when I asked her how do you do it? "Do what! Just move it or lose it that's all, ain't nothing to it!" as she shrugged her one shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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With this and the research I've done in the last month, reading what people with seemly just mind over matter and heart, are able to do. All I'm able to do is stand in awe of them. Here are a few of the statements some of the people from the research I've look at, have used to describe how they do that they do: The impossible just takes longer. It all just figured it's self out. Patience, persistence and thank God for some good luck. My Doctor quit on me, telling my kids I was too old! Heard he died a few year ago, I don't give up or quit maybe that why I'm still kicking and he isn't!&lt;br /&gt;
As I'm sure you have noticed, not one of them really told how they do that they do. Not sure if they really know how they do it or not. Understanding now why research in this area maybe harder to do. When it seems people don't know how they do what do&amp;nbsp;themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4548829769156628408?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4548829769156628408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4548829769156628408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4548829769156628408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4548829769156628408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/brain-body-and-or-mind-and-heart.html' title='The brain, body and or mind and heart?'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Minnesota, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.829625668146505 -93.27964980000002</georss:point><georss:box>41.887127168146506 -97.15755530000001 47.772124168146505 -89.40174430000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8192129179248189198</id><published>2011-11-09T15:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:44:13.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>The fall winds have been blowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For weeks now my goodness! Still have many leafs that need to fall,&amp;nbsp; winter isn't far away now. Stocked up on bird food, still need to do more winterizing. So far I've heard 1) It's going be a repeat of last year 2) Colder without as much snow 3) More snow and less cold. What I do know is it's coming no matter what it brings, it will be dealt with as always with a bit of moaning and groaning of course! It can't be controlled too many things to factor in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My herbs didn't make into the house so I'll be starting them from seed, most were to big to come in the house anyway. In May hopefully I'll be able to put them outside. Planning the garden will help me get through the winter I'll wait until February to make a firm plan, in March I'll start getting my seeds, all my starter pots are cleaned up and ready just waiting. Got some bulb's to put in next spring. The outside of the house is just about done, just need to get the last bit of raking done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love this time of year bright sun shine without the heat and dew points in the mid 30's high today 50 feels almost heavenly to me, no overheating did get a little warm just stopped in the shade cooled me off right away. All tucker out came into the house for a rest, sat and watched the birds and squirrels at the feeder they are very entertaining as they gather all they can and hide it away. The birds that stay here are getting a bit rounder. Less of the ones that are flying south but they are easy to spot, so thin and lean little flying machines. A group of them comes in and the bird feeders empty in not even an hour. They stay for a day or two at the most and off they go again won't see them again until spring, when they'll do the same thing. Could sit and watch them all day. If only I could find a way to get the leafs to fly into the bags, yes that is a bit of a stretch! Now begins the season of trying to keeping the heat in!&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8192129179248189198?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8192129179248189198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8192129179248189198&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8192129179248189198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8192129179248189198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-winds-have-been-blowing.html' title='The fall winds have been blowing'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5609697183134757248</id><published>2011-11-05T06:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:47:38.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>#33 relfections Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Misunderstanding it's not a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's your life to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The choices made from this point on aren't going to be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priorities will need adjusting to allow for more flexibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realizing there is a way around or through any obstacle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That lands in the path when willing to think outside the box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone has limitations no one is alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In needing to deal with limitations of the mind and body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because no one does something the way you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no right or wrong about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead it's finding a way around a limitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To do what needs doing done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having been independent, self-reliant letting go of control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a process that takes time adjusting to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With understanding and patience from everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes that applies to us most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you aren't in control of what's taken from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trusting your own decisions is hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear by it's self will stop the ability to reason things through&lt;br /&gt;
Thought into action isn't what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;
With the lines of communications spotty at best and or blocked&lt;br /&gt;
Very little is automatic about us&lt;br /&gt;
It's by trial and error, we get anything done&lt;br /&gt;
It's not about wanting or needing to do something&lt;br /&gt;
It's if able to do anything&lt;br /&gt;
Finding anyone outside of&amp;nbsp; M.S. to understand this is rare indeed&lt;br /&gt;
For the few that took the time to understand&lt;br /&gt;
I truly want to thank you&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5609697183134757248?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5609697183134757248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5609697183134757248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5609697183134757248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5609697183134757248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/33-relfections-misunderstanding.html' title='#33 relfections Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8396939045186269437</id><published>2011-11-02T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:48:44.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Now it a year since I started this blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Looking back over the year of my posts, I haven't written on a wide range of topic's. My written reflections were the main reason I started this blog, for the most part I've gotten more good feedback than bad. Being added to M.S. bloggers and having some of my writings on The Carnival of M.S. Bloggers has been a highlight for me. Lisa thank you so much for finding me, I had tried to find other M.S. Bloggers for months with no luck at all on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before last year the only thing I did on the Internet was to order supplies and take on line tests when I worked at Jiffy Lube. It been a good year, couldn't have done many of the things I did do this year without help. In one way or another many people have helped me in small and big ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Summing up my first year with Internet and all it has to offer. What I've learned is mostly good, finding things I still need to learn, some stuff I don't think I'll ever understand but that's not going to stop me from trying to learn. Will I crash my computer again more than likely! Good thing is I now know how to restore it and use the repair disc. The one thing I can do for hours and hours is research, no matter the topic. To bad when I look for answers all I end up with are more questions. Isn't this suppose to be the information age, feels more like the disinformation age at times. Hey! maybe we could have the telling to truth age? Nope to many folks just want to win, and get nothing done. Hope is not lost I've just misplaced it, no need to worry I know it's around here some where, so for now I just take it on faith. Thanks to all who stopped by! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8396939045186269437?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8396939045186269437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8396939045186269437&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8396939045186269437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8396939045186269437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-it-year-since-i-started-this-blog.html' title='Now it a year since I started this blog.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8621219682641294440</id><published>2011-10-26T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:04:53.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>#32 Fighting an unseen foe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fighting an unseen foe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For Karen as she began waging war against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Colon Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You didn't even know of it's existence until a short time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting you're head around what's happened and what's next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your not one to play the blame game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or feeling sorry for yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead you've chosen to fight with every tool you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep in mind that fighting and pushing yourself too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will only weaken you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning to lean on those who love you for assistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is an adjustment that's hard to make &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The price for not making it will cost you even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In terms of energy you'll need to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pick you're battles carefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your patience will continue to be tested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you want to do things for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The question is should you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If yes let no one get in your way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the stronger you are the longer you're in control of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of your choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take each day as it comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live knowing what's important is being with the people you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making the most of the time we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By doing our best to live life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding nothing back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Karen M. Helin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;October 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8621219682641294440?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8621219682641294440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8621219682641294440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8621219682641294440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8621219682641294440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/10/32-fighting-unseen-foe.html' title='#32 Fighting an unseen foe'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-100776704665061488</id><published>2011-10-24T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:39:06.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><title type='text'># 31 Reflections If you could see past disability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you could see past disability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To see the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who isn't willing to quit or given up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On living life, hope and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life is about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Making the most out of what I've got to work with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's not about what I can no longer do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead it's learning new ways of working within the limitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Living life has brought to all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pride is a force that will need to be dealt with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's one of the things that can defeat anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Remember I'm are still in control of my choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Will I make mistakes of course that's how most learning gets done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All I ask is your understanding that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If the reason you're helping is because you think you &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That kind of support feels more like pity to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead of being something you want to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Honestly pity is just another form of guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That has nothing to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-100776704665061488?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/100776704665061488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=100776704665061488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/100776704665061488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/100776704665061488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/10/31-reflections-if-you-could-see-past.html' title='# 31 Reflections If you could see past disability'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8460208915960878429</id><published>2011-10-21T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:52:01.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog sitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Dog sitting Grey girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is a treat she is a retired Greyhound and sleeps 20 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhrqANgILCk/TqGKD_H3siI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ytoBLS3nEnw/s1600/2010-11-06+She+sleeps+Grey+Girl+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhrqANgILCk/TqGKD_H3siI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ytoBLS3nEnw/s320/2010-11-06+She+sleeps+Grey+Girl+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9LwOEkEcR8/TqGLlmY3weI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YLlwLjn32Oc/s1600/2010-10-27+Grey+Girl+and+friend+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9LwOEkEcR8/TqGLlmY3weI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YLlwLjn32Oc/s320/2010-10-27+Grey+Girl+and+friend+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Isn't she cute, Grey girl is our friend Ruth dog, don't see her to often any more that okay. Jane is more then ready to get another dog, I'm the one who's don't ready to get a dog yet. After Honey girl and my m.s. not sure I can handle a dog so I'm dragging my heels. Here are the dogs we dog sit for this is Mr. Owen&amp;nbsp; he's quite the little man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3DhWXWR6TM/TqGRcRFlc4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wKyuI60sRO8/s1600/2011-04-15+Spring+and+Mr.Owen+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3DhWXWR6TM/TqGRcRFlc4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wKyuI60sRO8/s320/2011-04-15+Spring+and+Mr.Owen+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also dog sit for our landlord dog's Goldie and Glenda, they are Mother and daughter and don't get along with other dog's. Glenda the dark one is very protective of her Mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfGNWzSDHg0/TqGVEvAr3qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vFx0HVG5WMo/s1600/2009-02-01+The+Gal%2527s+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfGNWzSDHg0/TqGVEvAr3qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vFx0HVG5WMo/s320/2009-02-01+The+Gal%2527s+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are all nice and I can handle and take care of them, for a week or two, right now that about all I'm able to do. Having a dog and doing right by him or her is a whole another thing, keeping a dog untrained for any reason isn't right. Yes, I know training is hard work for both the person and the dog not doing it isn't being fair to the dog or anyone who interacts with them. It's the main reason I'm not ready for a dog. Now once everyone knows and follows the rules the relationship grows into a bond of trust and love that rarely needs words. The relationships I've had with animals have been better than most of the human relationships, but that's my fault because for me it's a matter of trust. Loving almost all animals, sorry not a fan of mice not even in a cage. One day a may have another dog, but right now I enjoy dog sitting and it's more than enough, they each have wonderful and different personalities, just like their owner's. It's time to make another leaf pile for Grey girl to lay on, it's one of her favorite things to do here in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that fall has come I think, having eight days of temperatures in the 80's in October isn't something I've seen here before. My garden is finally done and put to rest until next spring, all the flower, rock and shade and perennial gardens are ready for a long winters sleep. All are very small and not much work at all. Still watering everything it's been a dry hot and windy fall so far, the herb's aren't ready to come into the house just yet. The potted plants and flowers have been cut back and heavily watered, covered and just waiting for the snow. That this year I hope will not fall and stay for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is still much to do before the long cold winter sets in, now we go from keeping the heat out to keeping it in, which is much harder to do when we don't get above 32 degrees for six to eight weeks and when the cold winds of January and February start blowing in, stealing the heat in the house away. Making winterizing now a must. It's next on the to do list for us also doing the last window washing until spring, that is only important to me. So I can watch and feed the birds and squirrels all winter long, maybe I'll even get to see a hawk stop by for a snack, as long as it's willing to take it to go, it's not entertaining to watch them eat. It's what I call my equal opportunity feeder winter is hard on all the animals up here, keeping the balance of nature isn't easy to watch it is however necessary. It's been a while since my last post, now that much of the work outside is done, I'll be doing more writing once again.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far this month has been too much about saying goodbye then saying hello. I'll be glad to see this month end, it's been an emotional one in many different ways for both Jane and I, it will all work out the way it should in the end, because it always does. It's the transition that's hard on everyone, going from what once was to what it will be. Not knowing what that may end up being or if that too will also end is harder still. The unknown is a troubling place to be.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-177584769510378715?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/177584769510378715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=177584769510378715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/177584769510378715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/177584769510378715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/10/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2320977566245176865</id><published>2011-10-10T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:54:00.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>The question's of life and death!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A dear friend Karen who is also my caregiver Jane big sister passed away on Oct. 4th 2011 of stage four colon cancer. Karen was a fighter and battled it every step of the way when the cancer moved into the spine soon after that her battle ended. Until the end she stayed true to who she has always been.&lt;br /&gt;
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Karen will be missed by "her Boy's" as she called her husband Bill her son's Billy and Matt, and her family and many friends I'm so glad she counted me as one, she was one of the kindness people I've known. Jane and Karen have always been close, Jane has taken Karen's death hard, Karen never tried to change her or knock her down or made her feel small. Karen and Jane relationship was build from love Karen was more than a sister she was also Jane's best friend throughout Jane's life, no one stood up for Jane the way that Karen did, or loved her without condition. Their bond has stood up through the good and bad times in each other's life, they always had each other's best interest at heart. I may not be the best judge for this because, I have no sister's of my own but if I did I would want a relationship like the two of them have shared. The closest I've come to the kind of relationship they shared, was with my Mom and that's not the same at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2320977566245176865?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2320977566245176865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2320977566245176865&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2320977566245176865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2320977566245176865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/10/questions-of-life-and-death.html' title='The question&apos;s of life and death!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7494085599921605440</id><published>2011-09-29T16:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:55:28.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>When friendship's #30 Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a friendship changes or ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by a very dear friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will show where the strength of your character is based&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it based?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In resentment and bitterness with hostility and malice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What could be gained by this nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But fear, mistrust and everyone keeps hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it's more about keeping score of who was hurt the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scar's it leaves on the heart's that never seem to fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it based&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On understanding that no matter how hard we tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things don't workout the way we thought it would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not about blame or faults it's letting go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Understanding we've learned more than we lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaining knowledge that sometimes letting go of a friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the best way, to truly be a friend to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the good and let the bad fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7494085599921605440?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7494085599921605440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7494085599921605440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7494085599921605440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7494085599921605440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-friendships-26-reflections.html' title='When friendship&apos;s #30 Reflections'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8090641628971294094</id><published>2011-09-28T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:56:35.309-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>A few tid bits and odd stuff</title><content type='html'>That I've realized over the years, things I still don't understand and some that I may have a handle on why I keep making the same mistake over and over again? Answer: Somethings just take longer to learn!&lt;br /&gt;
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Doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result does not happen, no matter how hard I try!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Knowing in my head what has been said is true, then why is it so hard for my heart to believe? Is doubt stronger than trust and faith no, that's not it! Because the mind is what thinks and the heart is what feels. So it's the mind that is trying to preventing the heart from getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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When doing a job half ass, that's exactly what it looking like when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;
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The amount of time wasted trying to get out of doing something, is time I'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is finding faults within myself is so easy, but fixing them is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why after being told I did a good job or someone tells me I'm nice. Why do I think I'm being told what I want to hear instead of the truth, that I really suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people not understand when I say I'm fine that I am and let me be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having a conversation that does not include M.S. is nice, when I'm enjoying a conversation about things like pets, babies and general news stories and focusing on all the good stuff! Why do people feel the need to bring up my m.s.?&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the fastest ways to end a conversation is to start talking about politics, religion and or the economy and health care. Of which we have little control of anyway. Getting people to agree to disagree on any of these subjects is easier said then done, that's what I've found! But staying away from these subject's tends to leave a gap in what affects our life's in so many ways almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking the good with the bad isn't as easy as it sounds to do. Giving them equal value is harder still, but important for a honest balanced view.&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding on to good memories is great, as for the bad just let them go! There is no value in carrying all that rubbish around with you, it only weighs you down. It's hard to move forward when you keep looking back at your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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When judging the mistakes you made in your past, it's good to remember your not the same person you were back then. If you were you wouldn't see them as mistakes. Life really is a learn as you grow kind of thing. That's why it has a beginning a middle and an endding. And it happens to be true for all living things, well mammals for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes there are many more I'm sure. These aren't answers to any questions, it's only looking from my point of view no matter if I'm right or I'm wrong, It's how I see it right now! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8090641628971294094?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8090641628971294094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8090641628971294094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8090641628971294094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8090641628971294094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-tid-bits-and-odd-stuff.html' title='A few tid bits and odd stuff'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3458711911354948480</id><published>2011-09-19T18:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:59:22.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>The fall season is here.</title><content type='html'>I do enjoy fall yes it is a busy time, with so much to get done so I'm ready for winter. Last year winter came in so fast I got caught with gas in the lawn mower, the snow blower still in the back of the shed. Granted I did need to cut the grass only two weeks before we got 6 inches of snow that didn't melt and was only added to until it final started melting in March. This year so far is starting out more normal with dew points below 50 degrees just two days ago the dew point was 38 degrees. In Minnesota the land of 10,000 lakes, dew points in the 70's and 80's isn't what we are knew for. In a few short Months we'll be back (hopefully) to highs in the 30's and lows in the single digits. This year I'm getting ready for it early, the garden will stay but some of the cutting back I'll start this week like the dogwood bushes and the spring plants. With some help I'll thin the hosta plants this year they got so big and thick, I'm thinking of putting them along the fence it would cut down on the trimming next year. Here are some the plants I grew this years with a few odds and ends added in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two below are now over 3 feet tall was told they won't grow too tall may 16 inches if that, my goodness were they ever wrong, I was planning to bring them in the house for the winter, I'm not sure I have the room for them now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0YZI06rwJg/TneluulM8xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lwhrJ9w6nes/s200/2010-08-04+001.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oJAraGq63U/Tnem984xGiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AaySouvGXQc/s1600/Hot+Summer+2010-08-04+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oJAraGq63U/Tnem984xGiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AaySouvGXQc/s200/Hot+Summer+2010-08-04+008.JPG" width="172" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This tropical plant and the flowers below it. To say it's rare for it to flower here in Minnesota outside, is an understatement indeed. Having had six blooms already and may still have two or three more yet to come is amazing! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7F4WtwNHNqU/TnenLHHdooI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u7J07Wp6dkk/s1600/Hot+Summer+2010-08-04+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7F4WtwNHNqU/TnenLHHdooI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u7J07Wp6dkk/s200/Hot+Summer+2010-08-04+010.JPG" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Kygv1mfyg/TnelzoWJ_AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pJTf3GI-m1g/s1600/2010-08-04+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Kygv1mfyg/TnelzoWJ_AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pJTf3GI-m1g/s200/2010-08-04+003.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bird feeders are for the smaller birds like sparrow's, swallow and the wren's, finch's and the small woodpeckers the downy and hairy. This one in the picture maybe Northern Cardinal but I'm not so sure, it sure is cute whatever it is.&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;Now that I've had my rest, it time to get back to getting things done. It is so nice to be able to be outside again, with all the heat we had this summer I didn't get to stay outside for long. Here's to hope for a longer fall then we had last year, the fall color's should be grand here with all the rain and heat we had this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About the hawk's we live in the city but are just a few blocks from the Mississippi river that's where they nest the eagles will pass by us on their way to winter in Redwing, Minnesota, the hawk's tend to hang out here until the end of December.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3458711911354948480?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3458711911354948480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3458711911354948480&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3458711911354948480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3458711911354948480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-season-is-here.html' title='The fall season is here.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0YZI06rwJg/TneluulM8xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lwhrJ9w6nes/s72-c/2010-08-04+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6352643905620182619</id><published>2011-09-14T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:00:41.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>I'm part of the problem that makes M.S. invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yep its true! This came as a shock to me, please&amp;nbsp;give me a chance to try and explain what I mean. This is what I'm just beginning to understand about myself. When I'm attempting to tell people what M.S. is doing to me, knowing I look fine to them and many don't understand, telling me it's all in my head and their right just not in the way they meant it, people can't relate to what it does, for them it automatic they want to do anything and their bodies do it without them needing to think about it much at all. For them the lines of communication from the brain to the muscles and back again work's and yes I still remember when that was true for me as well. So understanding that's what M.S. does, isn't something they have experienced. Hell they don't even know how they do what they do half time anyway! Because they can't relate, I'm told to do what works for them (sound familiar?) and say, if your tired just take a nap! When I'm suffering from m.s. fatigue&amp;nbsp;it isn't about needing sleep,&amp;nbsp;I feel more like a dead battery what won't take a charge. When I do&amp;nbsp; take a nap as suggested I'll end&amp;nbsp;up worst off then before! Because my brain and muscles aren't working as a team. Instead less than half of the messages from my brain to my muscles and my muscles telling my brain they're done aren't getting through. Making&amp;nbsp;it feels like my own muscles are trying to pull my joints apart and not one of them is listening to me as I try and fail to get them to work together. That&amp;nbsp;takes stress to a brand new level, as I slowly get my brain and muscles back under control for the most part. Now I'm back to where I was before I took the dam nap in the first place and now I'm running late! Still&amp;nbsp;dealing with the stress from the one who said to take a nap. At&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;point&amp;nbsp;I do wish they could&amp;nbsp;live in my head for a minute, if they did&amp;nbsp;maybe then they would&amp;nbsp;understand but, more than likely they would&amp;nbsp;come out stark raving mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now this is the invisible part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How many people with m.s. tell anybody about the battles&amp;nbsp;we fight every day just to function? Not many, well I don't anyway. What I do without even thinking, by the way I didn't know I was doing this until two weeks ago. Is to wear colors that&amp;nbsp; look good on me,&amp;nbsp;I smile, laugh and ask people how they are before they can ask me. The little things I do without thinking like; opening my eye's, relaxing my&amp;nbsp;face muscles. Lets face it there are a few things like bodily dysfunction's that even people who have them don't want to talk about! When people ask&amp;nbsp;how I'm doing? I don't lie, when I say I'm fine because I am, the way I see it is I'm where I want to be with the people I want to be around and that's more important then what m.s. is doing to me every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The big one for me&amp;nbsp;is when someone talks about the pain they are going through and tells me it nothing like what you go through every day, I nip that&amp;nbsp;right away. Comparing one pain to another isn't the point,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;understanding how pain can and does affect everything around me, doesn't make the pain they feel any less important&amp;nbsp;to them. Knowing how pain can make even breathing seem almost impossible! If I don't want someone to dismiss my pain, how could I dismiss the pain their feeling. Knowing&amp;nbsp; just maybe I could help them in some way, to&amp;nbsp;ease their suffering letting them know they aren't alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The amount of pain suffered isn't important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's the compassion learned from dealing with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That can make a difference for any one dealing with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6352643905620182619?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6352643905620182619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6352643905620182619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6352643905620182619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6352643905620182619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-part-of-problem-that-makes-ms.html' title='I&apos;m part of the problem that makes M.S. invisible'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3489526657647588856</id><published>2011-09-07T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:02:23.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back from my family reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh my! I had forgotten&amp;nbsp;how much fun my family is. A good time was had by all,&amp;nbsp;of course as always there was more than enough food with the leftovers we could have&amp;nbsp;feed a small Army! Not to worry we don't waste food leftovers are&amp;nbsp;a stable in the Kjenaas family and&amp;nbsp;having some very good cooks doesn't hurt either so no one went hunger. Those of us watching our BMI didn't. This&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;about catching up having fun together as a family,&amp;nbsp;there was&amp;nbsp;a bit of drinking, involved of course just enough to loosen folks&amp;nbsp;up a bit. It was a blast that will not be forgotten any time soon, I'm sure. In two years we'll do it again,&amp;nbsp;spending time with&amp;nbsp;family is great, I love all of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had the best time,&amp;nbsp;I did all the things I&amp;nbsp;wanted to do. My family&amp;nbsp;understand that I do the best I can within the limits that m.s. has put on me. One look at me&amp;nbsp;seemed to show&amp;nbsp;them I'm okay and no need to worry about me. Not seeing one look of pity was&amp;nbsp;great,&amp;nbsp;not once did I feel I in the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Having&amp;nbsp; a wonderful family helps a great deal, I also try not too stress them out by doing more than I should. The first day I came close I know, my limit was reached so Jane and I went back to the cabin so I could rest. That night people stopped by to visit, remarking that&amp;nbsp;we had the smallest&amp;nbsp;and cutest unit. The railing on the deck was just the right height to server as a bar rail, I made one more&amp;nbsp;trip out to visit with family at my cousin Peter's was two cabins&amp;nbsp;down from mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Saturday my&amp;nbsp;brother Brian pointed out that he had seen I was over doing it and he was concerned&amp;nbsp;I put his fears to rest because Jane and I had&amp;nbsp;dealt with that, so I didn't let it happen again. The rest of the family went to the amusement park, and or played golf and took the&amp;nbsp;booze cruse on the lake, neither Jane or I wanted to do any of that. So we stayed at our cabin doing what we love doing cooking, relaxing and after our burgers the night before on the grill&amp;nbsp;more flame then grill. There was no way I was going to have Jane cook her marinade mesquite chicken wings on that very dirty grill so I cleaned it, and was rewarded with her telling me it looked brand new! Not one flame up as Jane cooked 3 lbs. of her wings, while she was cooking I cut up veg's and making dip, and snacks for us. the reunion dinner was suppose to start at 6 pm, like anyone was going to hold this group to&amp;nbsp;a time table that why I made us a snack okay lunch! I also needed to taste those wings&amp;nbsp;4 did the trick, same as always great! Jane makes&amp;nbsp;great wings, some time after&amp;nbsp;7 O'clock the dinner got started after everyone seemed done eating and with only&amp;nbsp;8 wings left it was time for me to take a break and get the wings in the&amp;nbsp;refrig, yep that will be for breakfast. Going back to the party after a rest, it was time for a&amp;nbsp;dance, the gal's did a great job visited more, long day and I didn't over do it once, gave myself&amp;nbsp; a pat on the back for that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday was cold 70 degrees and then it started to rain got the heat going so Jane could warm up. Going and getting my last visiting in and&amp;nbsp;we checked out at noon and headed for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3489526657647588856?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3489526657647588856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3489526657647588856&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3489526657647588856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3489526657647588856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-from-my-family-reunion.html' title='Back from my family reunion.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtWYM_3HnPQ/TmfiJYNnHgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9oF3qjTnzEo/s72-c/Family+reunion+2011+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6722985724444468311</id><published>2011-08-24T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:03:36.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Been working on one of the first pages I did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I posted this the first time I couldn't read it through and now I hope it will be easier to read. Sorry about that folk's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The title in pages is "This is the dream I had" the whole title is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Shortly after&amp;nbsp;I lost my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who just happened to be a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is the dream I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Working on this&amp;nbsp;page has always been hard. Jane and I got Honey girl as a puppy just&amp;nbsp;six weeks old, all of her life 13 and half years. Honey girl and I did everything together,&amp;nbsp;making some jobs&amp;nbsp;harder to get done, I really didn't mind&amp;nbsp;she kept me entertained, with the ways she&amp;nbsp;tried to help. Most of the time it involved a rock or a ball, some how&amp;nbsp;she thought it would help!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last six mouths of her life had been hard on all three of us. Honey had gotten sick&amp;nbsp;becoming so dependent&amp;nbsp;on me she wouldn't even&amp;nbsp;go outside without me and if we could she wouldn't&amp;nbsp;stay outside long enough to get her business done. When she lost her hearing and&amp;nbsp;her always needing to be so close to me. It&amp;nbsp;had caused me to&amp;nbsp;fall many times, some were very painful for me because I made sure I didn't fall on her. Now this wasn't information I cared to share. Honey girl&amp;nbsp;had gotten to the point that&amp;nbsp;if she couldn't find me, she got so upset, it made&amp;nbsp;her sick. Sleeping in bed was out of the question because the bed was too high for her to see me, so she would whine. So I started sleeping in my chair, with the added stress my M.S. really started&amp;nbsp;acting up.&amp;nbsp;Jane was trying to help but Honey girl wouldn't do anything without me, so of course I just got madder at my body for not doing what I asked of it and that just made the M.S. worst yet, at the time blaming Jane and myself was easier. Because I refused to blame Honey girl I loved her so much.&amp;nbsp;Honey girl got much worst unable to get up without help and lost all control of her bodily&amp;nbsp;functions.&amp;nbsp;It was time to stop her suffering. Jane and I&amp;nbsp;knew, Honey Girl hated going to the vet.&amp;nbsp;she would be sick for days even if it was just a check up. Neither of us wanted her to go through that kind of stress. A friend knew of a vet that would come to the house to put her down in her own bed, with me and her toys all around her. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When the vet came Honey girl seemed so happy to see&amp;nbsp;this vet! Honey wasn't one who&amp;nbsp;let people pet her, when she first met them, she had always been&amp;nbsp;shy at&amp;nbsp;first unless, you wanted to play catch or&amp;nbsp;to play with her&amp;nbsp;toy. The vet and her assistant had nothing like that,&amp;nbsp;but Honey girl pushed passed me to greet them. Did she know why they were there? Was she glad they were going to put an end to her suffering? The vet give her a check up and told me how very sick Honey was,&amp;nbsp;it would have only been a matter of days before&amp;nbsp;she would have passed&amp;nbsp;away on her own. The vet was surprised&amp;nbsp;she had lived this&amp;nbsp;long considering how sick she was. Honey girl and I went outside and played catch one last time and she went potty! We went inside and she went straight&amp;nbsp;to her bed and laid down with her toys, I was petting her as I&amp;nbsp;watched as the light in her eyes slowly faded away. A few weeks later I had gotten some&amp;nbsp;sleep and was beginning&amp;nbsp;to get my energy back, then I felt so guilty I cried for hours, in the hallway it still smelled like Honey Girl. Then I started thinking was the real reason I put Honey Girl down,&amp;nbsp;for selfish reasons?&amp;nbsp;That night I got my answer in the form of&amp;nbsp;a dream, I didn't want to forget it! You know how that happens, so I called my Mom and told her about it. She stayed&amp;nbsp;on the phone with me until I got it all down. (in pages it's This is the dream I had)&amp;nbsp;I have only dreamed about the field of grass a few time, the last time was a few months after my Mom passed away.&amp;nbsp;That dream I couldn't write down, it faded so quickly after I woke up. What I d0 remember is the feelings of love and peace it give me&amp;nbsp;and that's good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6722985724444468311?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6722985724444468311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6722985724444468311&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6722985724444468311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6722985724444468311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/been-working-on-one-of-first-pages-i.html' title='Been working on one of the first pages I did.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-249964147835579909</id><published>2011-08-23T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:04:59.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>I've been a bit off as of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes when this happens I don't understand, why it takes me so long to realize, I've got some kind of a chip on my shoulder. No wait that's not it, it's more of annoyed feeling&amp;nbsp;I can't figure out&amp;nbsp;why would I feel this way. Learning at last&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;trying to figure out, my heart with my head! Rarely does that have a worthwhile out come.&amp;nbsp;So until I allowed myself to feel&amp;nbsp;what it was, I was&amp;nbsp;afraid of feeling.&amp;nbsp;Now that I've written it out, it seems&amp;nbsp;kind of funny being afraid of&amp;nbsp; something I know&amp;nbsp;is within&amp;nbsp;my control. Oh my goodness fear is a thief that can sneak in, making mountains out of&amp;nbsp;the smallest of sand piles.&amp;nbsp;It's amazing once I faced my fear it turned out to be about the silliest of things. It's about&amp;nbsp;my family reunion weekend this Saturday! It's the first time in Oh I can't remember when, I don't&amp;nbsp;know what every one's been doing and realizing that the same is also true for them about me. Sharing with each other first hand what we feel is worth sharing, I really think this will be fun and nothing I need to be afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time&amp;nbsp;Mom will be there in spirit,&amp;nbsp;at the last reunion two years ago. Mom didn't want me to share any of her health problems, all that&amp;nbsp;could be done had already been done.&amp;nbsp;For her this was about&amp;nbsp;her spending time with her whole family. What she needed the was for everyone to remember her, as she had always been, good old&amp;nbsp;Auntie Adele&amp;nbsp;and friend.&amp;nbsp;Not that this would be the last time&amp;nbsp;they would see her. This meant&amp;nbsp;she wanted bit of help at first, by letting her know who was coming in to visit, without them knowing I was doing it. Because she couldn't see&amp;nbsp;far or well at all, the way she recognized&amp;nbsp;everyone was by the sound of their voices.&amp;nbsp;Another piece of information she hadn't wanted me to share&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;I didn't.&amp;nbsp;As people walked by&amp;nbsp; she would ask me if that was one of our group or not, as people started coming to visit her, she wanted to visit with all of them, just not all at once. Mom had wanted me to bring my written reflection's she was proud of them and she had been my editor, but I knew that wasn't the only reason she wanted them,&amp;nbsp;it didn't take long to understand&amp;nbsp;it was meant as tool for me to&amp;nbsp; run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; interference for her.&amp;nbsp;Of course it worked like a charm, when too many conversation were going on all&amp;nbsp;at once she would bring up my writings. The first time she said; "Mary show (so and so) your written reflection the one about, which ever one she thought the person would be interested in". It&amp;nbsp;was my cue to&amp;nbsp;distract some&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;away from her to me, with all the voices and&amp;nbsp;more coming in all the time. She&amp;nbsp;didn't want to miss her chance to talk with each and everyone of them.&amp;nbsp;As she began &amp;nbsp;bringing all the conversation back together. Gathering up the discarded copies of my reflection knowing they had done what she had needed them to do, I took my spot sitting just behind her. Watching as she&amp;nbsp;directed all of us that had come,&amp;nbsp;getting everyone talking to and with each other without&amp;nbsp;her having to talk about herself. She just took it all in, adding in her stories of each of us and&amp;nbsp;filling in the gapes of&amp;nbsp;memories and adding in&amp;nbsp;the reaction&amp;nbsp;of their parents,&amp;nbsp;had told her about what the kids had done. It was she told later, so nice having her whole family back together again, reminding her of all the great gathering we have had with&amp;nbsp;her whole family all together once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It will be interesting to see how and who will bring all of us&amp;nbsp;together as a family. Already&amp;nbsp;knowing&amp;nbsp;it will not be me, I'm still&amp;nbsp;considered as the baby by some and with my M.S. forget it!&amp;nbsp;We all say some of the same thing she did. Being afraid of the unknown isn't me, as I told Mom many years ago. It is what it is until it isn't what it once was. Making this reunion brand new,&amp;nbsp;where it goes if it's the start of something new or the last of it's kind?&amp;nbsp;Only time and each member of the whole family knows the answer. As for me, I'm&amp;nbsp;no longer able to plan that far ahead.&amp;nbsp;With M.S. I just don't know that the future may hold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-249964147835579909?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/249964147835579909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=249964147835579909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/249964147835579909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/249964147835579909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-bit-off-as-of-late.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bit off as of late'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6510718840185920593</id><published>2011-08-18T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:07:09.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>#29 The steps you've taken together today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For Katie &amp;amp; Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;On their wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Katie's Auntie Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The steps you've taken together today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Isn't as big as the step you took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A few years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When you opened your hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So today we join with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In celebrating the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You share with and for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Knowing the love you two share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Has already stood up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And is even stronger now because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As two strong independent, unique, individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By your choosing to become partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In whatever life has in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;for each of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Realizing you're stronger together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There isn't an obstacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That by working together you can't handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I know this because you are both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Too &lt;em&gt;tenacious&lt;/em&gt; to allow that to happen&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6510718840185920593?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6510718840185920593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6510718840185920593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6510718840185920593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6510718840185920593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/29-steps-youve-taken-together-today.html' title='#29 The steps you&apos;ve taken together today'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-217606107597067600</id><published>2011-08-17T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:01:26.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>#28 A thunderstorm brings peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A thunderstorm brings peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The hardest day in my life was the day my Mom died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wasn't sad, more relieved her life had become so complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She has always been my rock and her love never wavered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She always had a positive attitude and whenever obstacle's littered her path; she didn't walk around&amp;nbsp;them, instead she worked her way though them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She wasn't one to make mountains out of molehills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She preferred to live and let live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She didn't want anyone to worry or fuss over her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Living her life in control of her choices, when attempting to accept that she needed help, wasn't a role she was familiar with or cared for much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She knew it was essential and handled it the best she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As her night came a thunderstorm rolled in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She went to see what the ruckus was all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As she did an Angel went home to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-217606107597067600?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/217606107597067600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=217606107597067600&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/217606107597067600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/217606107597067600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/28-thunderstorm-brings-peace.html' title='#28 A thunderstorm brings peace'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7445449335067760336</id><published>2011-08-16T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:08:32.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Wet Bulb Global Temperature Index (standard*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This information is good enough to stand as it's own post. Having M.S.&amp;nbsp;the heat for me&amp;nbsp;carries it's own&amp;nbsp;stress that has taken me out of action more than once.&amp;nbsp;On the table below the far right column&amp;nbsp;is my own guideline and at the bottom&amp;nbsp;is how I need to manage a whole day of actives. Yes it sucks having limitations of what I can and can't do but it's better then ending up in a Ambulance and or a Hospital! Been there done that more than once and don't&amp;nbsp;want to do that again. Each person can set their own limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wet Bulb Global Temperature (heat) Index (Standard*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My M.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Category&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Temperature&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; work/rest&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; work/rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 78-81.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 40/20&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 30/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 (green)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 82-84.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 30/30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 20/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3 (yellow)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 85-87.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 30/30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4 (red)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 88-89.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 20/40&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5/55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5 (black)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 90-or greater&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10/50&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;0/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For each hour worked using this chart, I decrease work by 10 minutes and increase rest by 20 minutes. Anything over 4 hours increase rest by one hour for the rest of&amp;nbsp;day. If temperatures drop down&amp;nbsp;below index category 1 it's a judgement&amp;nbsp;call based on how well I stuck to the day plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*Standard is set by a person who is physically fit and in good general health within the age range of 18 to 23 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7445449335067760336?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7445449335067760336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7445449335067760336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7445449335067760336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7445449335067760336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/wet-bulb-global-temperature-index.html' title='Wet Bulb Global Temperature Index (standard*)'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3219917805819465729</id><published>2011-08-05T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T03:00:51.580-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>The year in Pictures 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSAf3TeTZ3s/TjtggjgANII/AAAAAAAAADs/FL_cX0FFEAU/s1600/2010-12-12+The+winter+that+did+not+want+to+end+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSAf3TeTZ3s/TjtggjgANII/AAAAAAAAADs/FL_cX0FFEAU/s320/2010-12-12+The+winter+that+did+not+want+to+end+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From January to August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;These are the&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;pictures I have&amp;nbsp;taken so far this year. The snow didn't really start melting, until the end of March by&amp;nbsp;April 15 it was gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then it really got cold it stayed below average until middle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;June. July went off the charts hot with dew points in the upper 70's and 80. We set a record for the highest dew point ever at 82 degrees. Here in Minnesota the dew points in the summer, on average we have 13 days of dew points in the 60's to low 70's, this year we've had 19 days and it's not even the dog days of summer. A few times each year&amp;nbsp;it will get too hot to rain, that has only happened once so far meaning it's been a very wet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the winter dew points are 30's and 40's. The yearly average dew point is&amp;nbsp;in the high 40's. Like summer in winter&amp;nbsp;it gets too cold to snow, that's when you can see&amp;nbsp;ice crystals in the air that don't seem to hit the ground like dew would. How this happens here in both summer and winter is when the upper and surface temperature is around the same.&amp;nbsp;The reasons the ground frost here can go&amp;nbsp;deeper then 4 feet down, when we don't have enough snow&amp;nbsp;cover to&amp;nbsp;insulate the ground until mid November or December. Now if your still reading this you&amp;nbsp;have more information about Minnesota climate then some of the people who live here have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This year&amp;nbsp;within 48 hours we went from a high of&amp;nbsp; 58 degrees with a dew point of 43,&amp;nbsp;to a high of 83 degrees&amp;nbsp;and the dew point&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;mid 70's. People like to say "It's not&amp;nbsp;the heat it's the humidity!" The higher&amp;nbsp;the dew point temperature is,&amp;nbsp;the harder it makes it&amp;nbsp;to breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How often do people actively listen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To what is being said, does it depend on who is speaking or how they are saying it. This is to the people who say nothing and let this person ramble on and on until they are so far off the point they have forgotten that they wanted you to hear. When engaged in conversation with someone and they said something you didn't want to hear, did you tell them how you felt about the statement made or&amp;nbsp;did you tune out and stop listening and talking, letting them keep rambling on and on.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm one of those who rambling on and on, it's not because I like to hear my own voice. It's madding when I&amp;nbsp;realize it wasn't that the person didn't understand what I was trying to say. They just ended the conversation without informing me. It would be easier on me if the person had gone ahead and told me to shut up because they didn't care what I had to say.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course, I begin to realize to keep it short, answering the question or statement. I will not again sound like a fool! Most people don't&amp;nbsp;like sounding or looking foolish that&amp;nbsp;includes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The part that&amp;nbsp;sickens me.&amp;nbsp;Is when the person asks&amp;nbsp;me, why aren't you talking to me? Sorry but I could answer&amp;nbsp;but I don't for if I did then I would just sound foolish all over again! been there done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4669390089161148915?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4669390089161148915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4669390089161148915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4669390089161148915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4669390089161148915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-would-prefer-to-be-told-to-shut-up.html' title='I would prefer to be told to shut up!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5404796777898365390</id><published>2011-07-29T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:11:15.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is a funny thing when we look at the reflection. We see every flaw the pain, stress and fatigue. So why is it that so few people can see&amp;nbsp;it when we know it's written all over our face? Because&amp;nbsp;that's not face we&amp;nbsp;let many people see. Instead we smile and put on that brave face, you know it's the one &amp;nbsp;you learned to use right after, seeing that first look of pity directed at you! Think back to the reflection you saw in the mirror what&amp;nbsp;was your first thought? For me most of the time it's&amp;nbsp;" I look horrible or like shit, death warmed over twice!&amp;nbsp;My personal favorite is, like something the cat tried to drag in but ended up leaving&amp;nbsp; out on the door step! This is a few from&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;long list I've&amp;nbsp;said to myself. As I turn away from the mirror&amp;nbsp; leaving that reflection&amp;nbsp;behind me&amp;nbsp;and putting on the face I wish I could see in the mirror.&amp;nbsp;No it's not a&amp;nbsp;fake face, I'm putting my best face forward so conversations aren't about how I look. When I'm asked how I'm doing I just say I'm fine that way no one needs to worry about me, it's not a lie I'm just limiting the amount of information that could be used against me. Thankfully none of my family and only a few friends read my blog anyway.&amp;nbsp;That way I can enjoy the conversations, visit and have some fun. Without being told what I can or should&amp;nbsp;and can't or shouldn't&amp;nbsp;do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5404796777898365390?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5404796777898365390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5404796777898365390&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5404796777898365390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5404796777898365390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirror.html' title='The mirror'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7344826754809320683</id><published>2011-07-28T12:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:12:22.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><title type='text'>#27 You being you is amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You being you is amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;what you can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;is stolen from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The mix of emotions is different f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;or each person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Learning t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;heir life and all&amp;nbsp;plans made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;May&amp;nbsp;need to be changed&amp;nbsp;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;at least need a lot of adjustments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The future is now more of a question mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; heart, spirit and love for life remain unchanged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your not one to give up or quit when the gets tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Knowing it's name is M.S. gives you power&amp;nbsp;over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because you knew what it could and would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;M.S. didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;kind of fighter&amp;nbsp;you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You know the fight must be against M.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What it takes from you isn't who you are only what you can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You really are much more than just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Knowledge is a powerful tool w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;hen the fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Must&amp;nbsp;be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Having limits isn't&amp;nbsp; something you've had to deal with until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Handling this isn't easy&amp;nbsp;when it changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;One day you can the next your body fails&amp;nbsp;it's not your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You know what the real reason is and it's not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Getting people to understand does not always happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now all plan's made are tentative to limit misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is when&amp;nbsp;we see&amp;nbsp;how strong you are as you b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;attle M.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yet you still&amp;nbsp;manage to take care&amp;nbsp;of the people who love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course you may not see it that way, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;our looking outward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are looking in&amp;nbsp;seeing your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That is the most amazing part of you being you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7344826754809320683?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7344826754809320683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7344826754809320683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7344826754809320683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7344826754809320683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/27-you-being-you-is-amazing.html' title='#27 You being you is amazing'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2023242236566718369</id><published>2011-07-27T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:13:42.131-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nothing I do will change the outcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That a wonderful day, no reason it just is. Yep I still have pain, ringing in my ear nothing has changed or gotten better.&amp;nbsp;The USA&amp;nbsp;our government will more than likely default and lose it's AAA credit rating, for the first time in history. Understanding that I have no control over the outcome anyway so worrying about it would be worthless so I don't, part of it is my fault anyway I voted. So what&amp;nbsp;is it that makes this a wonderful day?&amp;nbsp;Realizing that no matter what happens it will still be what it is. If I lose my V.A.&amp;nbsp;health care and a social security check, so will over 50 million other people, I'll muddle though some how or not, all I can do is the best I can with what I've got to work just like every body else.&amp;nbsp;It will work out just not the way I want it to that's all. It's still a wonderful day anyway a gift that I will enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2023242236566718369?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2023242236566718369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2023242236566718369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2023242236566718369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2023242236566718369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-i-do-will-change-outcome.html' title='Nothing I do will change the outcome.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5559563920884589097</id><published>2011-07-23T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:15:28.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#26 Making assumptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Making assumptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Everyone does this from time to time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's also one of those things we have all&amp;nbsp;done to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Throughout history it has caused all wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;People seem to see things as only right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's my way or the highway type of mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Approaching subjects with the attitude of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If I don't get what I want then no 0ne will get anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even if it ends up hurting everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This cuts both ways when nobody is willing to compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When what's good for the few is more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Than what's good for the many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's when those with nothing have nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The majority have just enough to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But realize they are one misstep away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Joining the nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is when freedom is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Could this still be called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The land of the free and the home of the brave&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5559563920884589097?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5559563920884589097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5559563920884589097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5559563920884589097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5559563920884589097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/26-making-assumptions.html' title='#26 Making assumptions'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-823421433955022843</id><published>2011-07-20T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:19:30.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>My window to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A different kind of post from me, it's just to hot to be outside so I watch from my window this is some of what I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm not big on watching people, I watch the critters mostly and&amp;nbsp;these two love that the bird's are messy eaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Breakfast under the tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The bird bath is in the back yard and it's always stays in the shade:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here are some shots of last winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These were taken 12-12-10 on top this 34 inches we got another 84 inches. None of it started melting until&amp;nbsp;mid March and was gone the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;last week of April, the last snow fell on May 12 if I remember right.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Right now I wouldn't mind a bit of last winter Back Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-823421433955022843?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/823421433955022843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=823421433955022843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/823421433955022843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/823421433955022843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-window-to-world.html' title='My window to the world'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gui9az6bfM0/TpCOxIClVYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5m2lTln_h4s/s72-c/2010-07-31+Good+morning+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8566022713145075969</id><published>2011-07-18T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:27:20.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'># 25 Of Reflections What is it that makes pity so painful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What is it that makes pity so painful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If it's happened to you, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ou know what I mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's beyond painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it destroys trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It can&amp;nbsp;be over come w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ith understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And a&amp;nbsp;willingness&amp;nbsp;not to&amp;nbsp;judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By not allowing yourself to stand in judgment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Seeing the ability as well as the inability &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of communicating feelings isn't easy when you love&amp;nbsp;and care f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;or someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Interpreting&amp;nbsp;words from&amp;nbsp;heart to heart is harder still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The heart knows feeling just&amp;nbsp;not always the right&amp;nbsp;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;convey what a person's true feelings are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Instead of focusing on the words that were used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Actively listen with your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Focusing on the heart behind the&amp;nbsp;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's where the true meaning will be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8566022713145075969?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8566022713145075969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8566022713145075969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8566022713145075969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8566022713145075969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-of-reflections-what-is-it-that-makes.html' title='# 25 Of Reflections What is it that makes pity so painful?'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3869307947009809089</id><published>2011-07-17T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:28:36.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Here comes the HEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Started 7-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The normal high for this time of year 84 degrees, however starting Saturday through the follow week it will be 90+ degrees with dew point in the upper 60 and 70 so the heat index will be over 100 degrees, right now it's 74 degree Yesterday the high was 77 degrees all last week the dew point was in the mid 40 to the low 50. To be honest I don't know how those of you who live where that is the normal, handle this kind of heat even when I was stationed&amp;nbsp;in Kentucky which was&amp;nbsp;30 years ago it was hard to handle back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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7-16 lowest temp was 78&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes I know it's all relative but after my trip to florida in march I'm a bit nervous. This heat wave may last&amp;nbsp;longing then two weeks. Last year we had a small one that lasted for less then 5 days but we lost power 3 times and I almost lost it. With the weather having been cooler then normal this year, I'm&amp;nbsp;having more trouble than I did last summer. It will be okay I've got a plan in case all hell breaks loose and we have rolling black outs, I'll go to the V.A. it's only 3 miles from the house, I do know a few that may give me a ride to get there, if I ask them or I can always call a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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7-17 low temp 81&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After last winter you would think, I'd be a little more&amp;nbsp;thankful for some heat, what's come isn't heat for me it's too much HOT with air&amp;nbsp;so thick it would be easier to drink than breath. Talk about climate change January coldest was around -10 degrees below zero with a windchill of -25 meaning that's how cold it felt. If we do reach the +99 degrees with a heat index of 115 degrees that's a swing of 140 degrees I think. The normal swing is around 81 degress. As I finish this the temp is 92 the heat index is 110 and it's only 1:40pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3869307947009809089?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3869307947009809089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3869307947009809089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3869307947009809089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3869307947009809089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-comes-heat.html' title='Here comes the HEAT'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8111465671024239383</id><published>2011-07-15T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:21:31.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Researching Okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Researching after learning something is wrong&amp;nbsp;would be much easier. If Doctors and researchers had full medical history and could go back through, investigating the past history learning. Had this person&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;a vitamin deficient or bone loss at a much younger age, or anything that could later in life become a problem that&amp;nbsp;may need to be watched. Few people have complete medical records going back to childhood, there are many different reasons why people don't. Thankfully&amp;nbsp;record keeping has gotten&amp;nbsp;much better. Now the problem is many people can't afford to&amp;nbsp;see a doctor with the cost of health care so high. Finding issues in&amp;nbsp;the early stages&amp;nbsp;isn't happening,&amp;nbsp;instead problems are found&amp;nbsp;too late or being missed all together. Reacting&amp;nbsp;after the fact hasn't worked out very well so far, the learning curve is too slow, education of the facts is more miss then hit.&amp;nbsp;Finding the real cause faster could make a huge difference in the outcomes for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now&amp;nbsp;I'm a nobody and not the brightest bulb on any tree that's for sure! I'm just saying what I think about what I've seen, heard and been told. So take this for what it is,&amp;nbsp;my point of view.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm wrong which I am quite a lot.&amp;nbsp;This is my last post on this subject, I've come to the end of my research. Learning research works best&amp;nbsp;the more information&amp;nbsp;it has to draw from but with limited&amp;nbsp;information&amp;nbsp;it breaks down into, two people&amp;nbsp;looking at the exact same information and not reach the same conclusion. Because it's more about the prospective of the information, then&amp;nbsp;where when and who&amp;nbsp;it came from&amp;nbsp;what's gained is&amp;nbsp;understanding that more and better sources of information are needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It seems&amp;nbsp;people are&amp;nbsp;trying to find something or someone to blame for what's happening,&amp;nbsp;if we get rid of this one thing&amp;nbsp;it would fix everything. There is a gap and a lot of what's happening is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;best guessing and rounding up the usual suspects like smoking, bad health and eating habits and lacking proper nutrition as a child. Yes there are a lot more, but these three always seem to be on top of every list as a leading cause of just about everything.&amp;nbsp;Starting with the first one Smoking and yes I smoke cigarettes. To be fair I smoked before I was born. Remembering the&amp;nbsp;Doctor smoking in the&amp;nbsp;office and people smoking in&amp;nbsp;any store.&amp;nbsp;Trying to find any group that has not been touched by carcinogen, is&amp;nbsp;harder than I thought. Anything that burns produces carcinogen's there is no way around it, it's in so many things&amp;nbsp;that are used in everyday.&amp;nbsp;I do agree it should be at the top of every list, however&amp;nbsp;we should call it what it is&amp;nbsp;exposure to carcinogen's. Trying to blame a lack of knowledge on the&amp;nbsp;past no one knew it was wrong then. Health&amp;nbsp;science didn't know things were harmful until after people started dying, this is still true today. Trusting science&amp;nbsp;now isn't that easy it's still more subjective then objective.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*My point of reference&amp;nbsp;is the study that came out about a year ago stating that forth and fifth hand cigarettes smoke is just as bad as second hand smoke. The study concluded this by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;grouping all known burning carcinogen as one group cigarette smoke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8111465671024239383?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8111465671024239383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8111465671024239383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8111465671024239383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8111465671024239383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/researching-okay.html' title='Researching Okay?'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-9219989079575516646</id><published>2011-07-11T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:41:29.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><title type='text'>This my rant: May and might</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before you start reading this, I'm not a doctor and I have no answers this is about my own observation of what I'm learning after doing a few day's of&amp;nbsp;research. This&amp;nbsp;is a rant&amp;nbsp;born out of frustration after doing that research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trying to understand why after years of research. That&amp;nbsp;many of the&amp;nbsp;research study&amp;nbsp;findings said it proved,&amp;nbsp;this may or might be a factor in why people get M.S.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm just not smart enough&amp;nbsp;or am I so dumb, that it's all&amp;nbsp;going over my head God&amp;nbsp;I hope not!&amp;nbsp; Okay isn't the reason for doing a research study to prove that a statement is&amp;nbsp;fact! This where I get lost, when I read may or might be a factor wouldn't that make the findings inconclusive!&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;the findings&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;proved what we already know the environment is a factor in M.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now about M.S. drug's&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;starts out with.We are not sure how or why&amp;nbsp;this works. However it did&amp;nbsp;seem to help 70% of the people in our research control study group, what is not said is the part how many dropped out of&amp;nbsp;study or the + or - %&amp;nbsp;margin of error, In very small print&amp;nbsp;about the long term results &lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;the projected figures are +/-10 to 15%&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;52% many of the&amp;nbsp;studies are&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;run by the drug company that will produce it&amp;nbsp; and profit from the sale of it. No it's not a cure, lets not forget there's very little money to be made in finding a cure,&amp;nbsp;when much more can be made by looking for one. Two days of wasting my time was a&amp;nbsp;bit upsetting, learning that making money is more important then... Sorry I just can't finish that statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes some research that's done is honest and truthful I know. It just&amp;nbsp;seems to be more about the money than the well being of the patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-9219989079575516646?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/9219989079575516646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=9219989079575516646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/9219989079575516646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/9219989079575516646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-my-rant-may-and-might.html' title='This my rant: May and might'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5022555370503301652</id><published>2011-07-09T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:25:35.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reflection # 24 It's odd, but really not so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's odd, but really not so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That the same Mother raised, my brother's and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;each had a unique, independent, relationship with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She raised us to be: independent, unique, individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We are that for sure! We&amp;nbsp;do share&amp;nbsp;a few similarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;One look at us will leave no doubt we are&amp;nbsp;her children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In the words we say what we do and the way we treat others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's easy to see how much we&amp;nbsp;love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Being raised to be independent our similarities do end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each of us see, react and deal with life differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She didn't&amp;nbsp;raise us&amp;nbsp;to be like her or anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She didn't give each of us all the same tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Rarely did she give us the answer for a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Instead she gave us the tools to find our own answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The answers she gave seemed to come with more questions&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By giving each&amp;nbsp;one the tools she felt we&amp;nbsp;needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we&amp;nbsp;could be who we were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Her peals of wisdom were just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We don't talk or get to together often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Much of what we did do was because we loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are who she raised us to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Independent and self-sufficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She was&amp;nbsp;proud of&amp;nbsp;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For staying true to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And for&amp;nbsp;finding our own path to happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I was and will always be my Mom's&amp;nbsp;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;One day I hope to be known's as my Brother's Sister&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5022555370503301652?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5022555370503301652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5022555370503301652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5022555370503301652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5022555370503301652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/reflection-24-its-odd-but-really-not-so.html' title='Reflection # 24 It&apos;s odd, but really not so much.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6740269176777744878</id><published>2011-07-05T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:22:52.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>WBGT* Wet Bulb Globe Temperature Index</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Started writting this on 6-24-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thursday and Friday were hot with a heat index of&amp;nbsp;107 degrees, I know for some folks that maybe a normal high for where they live.&amp;nbsp;Minnesota&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;known more for our cold and snow and after last winter with temperature well below zero for&amp;nbsp;weeks at a time&amp;nbsp;and that doesn't including the windchill factor.&amp;nbsp;With the heat index that high I stayed inside with the A/C set at 78 degree's needless to say I didn't venture out at all. So I started thinking back to the best mistake I've made so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was back in&amp;nbsp;July of 1980 I had just graduated from High School and was waiting to hear&amp;nbsp;about a full scholarship I was the first alternate on. The scholarship&amp;nbsp;included&amp;nbsp;paid on the job training, all classes as well as housing for up to 4 years&amp;nbsp;to become a Forest Ranger, I had already meet all the requirements having worked for the Youth Conservation Corps in 1979 for six weeks and had&amp;nbsp;passed the skill tests on conservation and plant identification, the only tests in my life I had or have gotten every answer a 100% right and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;had been recommended by 2 crew leaders&amp;nbsp;as well as&amp;nbsp;the director and one of the&amp;nbsp;ranger's that supervised work&amp;nbsp;we had done. The last was a essay in at least 500 word on why I thought I would make a good Forest ranger. I knew the first six month's of the training would be in Washington State at a fire station&amp;nbsp;and that my only human contact would more than likely be with the two trainers, after living through high school it sounded like haven to me anyway.&amp;nbsp;So I didn't think for one minute that the person who got it would ever turn to down.&amp;nbsp;I didn't want just a &amp;nbsp;job to pay the bills, I wanted a job I could be proud of having doing... Hell! I wanted the chance to become a Forest Ranger!&amp;nbsp;Thinking I had no direction feeling lost&amp;nbsp;and at my lowest point. The phone rang it was an&amp;nbsp;Army recruiter&amp;nbsp;long&amp;nbsp; story short,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I joined the U.S. Army serving the county. Now this fixed two problems I had at the same time.&amp;nbsp;Now I had a job and a direction I could be proud of. Three weeks into my basic training, I called my mother that's when&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;told me the scholarship people had called, to let me know&amp;nbsp;the scholarship was mine if I still wanted it. She let them know I had joined the Army. It was one of many paths I've not taken, I didn't and still don't regret my decision. Because&amp;nbsp;it was the best choice&amp;nbsp;I thought I had&amp;nbsp;at the time I made it. At that time&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;only other choice I&amp;nbsp;was told and believed&amp;nbsp;I had was to find a job working for minimum wage for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp;Everything worked out the way it should. Learning a lesson that's still true&amp;nbsp;today. Not everything I am told is the truth, when it come to that I capable of accomplishing and at times that also includes me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In less then 24 hours I was on a plane going to Basic training. When I got to Fort Jackson in&amp;nbsp;South Carolina the Army used WBGT* index category for work and rest and being from Minnesota I'm very glad they did,&amp;nbsp;it worked fairly will I only had heat exhaustion four or five times. So since&amp;nbsp;I couldn't to much I decided to fix it so next year when it starts to get hot I'll have a guideline for next year, instead of relearning my lesson over again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is globe standard:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My M.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Category&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Temperature&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; work&amp;nbsp;/ rest&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;work/rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 78-81.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 40&amp;nbsp; /&amp;nbsp; 20&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 30/30&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(green)&amp;nbsp; 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 82-84.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;30&amp;nbsp; /&amp;nbsp; 30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;20/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(yellow)3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 85-87.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 30&amp;nbsp; /&amp;nbsp; 30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10/50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(red)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 88-89.9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 20&amp;nbsp; /&amp;nbsp; 40&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5/55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(black) 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt; 90&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10&amp;nbsp; /&amp;nbsp; 50&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;0/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For each hour of work using this chart decrease work by 10 minutes and increase rest by 20 minutes, anything after 4 hours increase rest by one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6740269176777744878?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6740269176777744878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6740269176777744878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6740269176777744878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6740269176777744878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/wbgt-wet-bulb-globe-temperature-index.html' title='WBGT* Wet Bulb Globe Temperature Index'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-784634762952544349</id><published>2011-07-01T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:29:32.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Oh my what a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now that the sun has&amp;nbsp;come out and the rain has stopped, maybe now my little garden will really start&amp;nbsp;growing, I have&amp;nbsp;cucumbers, green beans and&amp;nbsp;two kinds of tomatoes. Bell&amp;nbsp;peppers&amp;nbsp;I've planted three so some&amp;nbsp;will be green, yellow and red. The herbs have loved this cool wet weather and&amp;nbsp;are doing great, I've already been&amp;nbsp;harvesting and if they keep this up&amp;nbsp;I'll need to thin them out quite a bit. Some I'll move into the house for the winter, I just love having fresh herb's to cook with in winter, I've also been thinking I may want to&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;herb bag's for the winter season.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This year I may have gone over board with the herb's just a bit, okay more then likely way too much.&amp;nbsp;Growing&amp;nbsp;all my herb's in pots,&amp;nbsp;they do like to spread out and for balance I enjoy having some lawn in the yard, to sit out&amp;nbsp;and look at the garden. The herbs I have are:&amp;nbsp;sage, rosemary and thyme and no because of the song. Three&amp;nbsp;kinds of mint spearmint, chocolate&amp;nbsp;and English.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As well as&amp;nbsp;sweet and purple basil, Italian oregano, tarragon&amp;nbsp;and marjoram yep that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;neighbors tell me my yard smells good enough to eat. Living inside of&amp;nbsp;the city it does stink from&amp;nbsp; all the pollution, it's the reason I don't hang my wash out on the line&amp;nbsp;to dry, the smell alone makes me nauseous, having that pollution next in my skin now somebody tell me how&amp;nbsp;that can&amp;nbsp;be good. Just because something smells good does not make&amp;nbsp;it clean. Sorry I didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh well now lets go back to the garden. Last year I thought&amp;nbsp; I had killed all&amp;nbsp;of my hosta for sure! Of course I was wrong yet again for they are the bigger then&amp;nbsp;they have ever been. The weather has been&amp;nbsp; perfect cool and wet, now all I need is sunshine and just enough heat to have a good crop, hopefully better then last year at the very&amp;nbsp;least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To one and to all, my is&amp;nbsp;hope&amp;nbsp;as we&amp;nbsp;celebrate summer we &amp;nbsp;remember to take to time out to just smell the flowers. To not hold back the joy of learning some new. Spending time with the people you love and taking the time to share with the people who love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-784634762952544349?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/784634762952544349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=784634762952544349&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/784634762952544349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/784634762952544349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my-what-week.html' title='Oh my what a week!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3440578174978159169</id><published>2011-06-28T07:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:57:43.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's just a high pitched ringing in my right ear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yep it's not a big deal when it lasts for just a few hours, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hen goes on for days&amp;nbsp;oh man it gets on my nerves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wanting it to&amp;nbsp;lower it's pitch&amp;nbsp;just a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There seems nothing I&amp;nbsp;do matters not even a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No longer am I&amp;nbsp;counting the days or the hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;now it's been going on for over&amp;nbsp;5 weeks. Enough is enough this has been going on&amp;nbsp;far to long, I need&amp;nbsp;answers and I need them now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tinnitus is the name it's called by my Doctor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After checking the&amp;nbsp;options I got from my Doctor, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ot one dam thing can be done about it! As I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'m sure you all know it's&amp;nbsp;just one more little thing that needs to be&amp;nbsp;worked around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Making the adjustments needed will of course take time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; in this I am not alone.&amp;nbsp; Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; has things they must work around, it's just one more thing we all&amp;nbsp;share. To work through all the crap M.S. puts in the way of living life the way we see fit. I haven't found any willing to quit or give up,&amp;nbsp;the battle we fight&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;won from the inside&amp;nbsp;by the heart and soul. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3440578174978159169?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3440578174978159169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3440578174978159169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3440578174978159169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3440578174978159169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-just-high-pitched-ringing-in-my.html' title='It&apos;s just a high pitched ringing in my right ear.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3722831855818915327</id><published>2011-06-23T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:56:45.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'># 23 Reflection It's up to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The only person responsible for your life is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Unhappy with your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You have the power&amp;nbsp;to change it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Blaming the way your life is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On something or someone will get you no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When you risk nothing you'll gain nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Putting limits on yourself out of fear of the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Only holds you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just because you've never done something before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't mean you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Don't let your limitations stop you from learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What your abilities and capabilities are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Growth is uncomfortable and unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Stretch your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Being safe is not the same as playing it safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Instead of asking why s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ay why not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Be willing&amp;nbsp;at least to give it a go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remember you don't know what you don't&amp;nbsp;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3722831855818915327?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3722831855818915327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3722831855818915327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3722831855818915327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3722831855818915327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/23-reflection-its-up-to-you.html' title='# 23 Reflection It&apos;s up to you'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2962663632525054282</id><published>2011-06-22T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:31:34.548-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#22 Reflections The bond between friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The bond between friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's a special bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It stands up to the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No matter the changes that living life brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Or the distance between visits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For some unknown reason it remains strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No matter why&amp;nbsp;we were parted or for how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The bond of friendship is still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not worrying or waiting it's just there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When wanted or needed each may send up a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Asking God to watch over them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We may not speak often or maybe not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;hat doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You see it's a matter of history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; we both shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's a bond that's life long&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2962663632525054282?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2962663632525054282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2962663632525054282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2962663632525054282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2962663632525054282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/22-reflections-love-between-friends.html' title='#22 Reflections The bond between friends'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5443307190061063898</id><published>2011-06-22T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:54:15.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>#21 Reflection Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Some of the best friends I've had have been animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;People may say that's sad but it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Their unable to hide what their true feelings are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They can't talk so they can't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If people would speak the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No one would have any reason to second-guess them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When their actions don't backup the words they have spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5443307190061063898?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5443307190061063898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5443307190061063898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5443307190061063898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5443307190061063898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/21-reflection-did-you-know.html' title='#21 Reflection Did you know?'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5726465566320445160</id><published>2011-06-19T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:32:48.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>#20 Reflections How things workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How things workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being disappointed in the way things work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is understandable but wanting the world to stop and let me off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes it sounds good but if it did bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is what it is and nothing I do now will change it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can do is to be honest about how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happens next has never been within my control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History is funny that way I only get one shot at getting it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only things I have any control of are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...My reactions to what comes my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...How I handle life's ups and downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...The way I treat people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..The way I allow people to treat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...The words I say and how I say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...The choices I make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things not within my control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything and anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5726465566320445160?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5726465566320445160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5726465566320445160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5726465566320445160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5726465566320445160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/20-reflections-how-things-workout.html' title='#20 Reflections How things workout'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2804165824866538673</id><published>2011-06-15T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:51:50.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Now I think I'm Back for good, hopefully anyway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's been a bit of a rush first my hard drive crashed, wasn't able to save my software, so finds my way wasn't working out well at all. After a day of figuring it out here I am doing better than before and thankfully I kept&amp;nbsp;my files stored on flash drives and not on the computer and my pictures on line and on CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What I've missed is reading all the&amp;nbsp;different kinds of blogs and checking on the news all over the world to get a wider view. Much&amp;nbsp;of what I've missed I'll now start to read, I haven't been idle,&amp;nbsp;the garden is in and growing soon the flowers we planted will bloom, the lawn is growing like a weed truth is most of it is but hey at least it's all green. Soon I'll be posting and reading&amp;nbsp;more, I've missed&amp;nbsp;the M.S. blogger it's where I go for answers a laugh and so much more. Here's a tidbit I got from my Dad "It's okay to drink and drive, just don't drive like you've been drinking that all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2804165824866538673?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2804165824866538673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2804165824866538673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2804165824866538673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2804165824866538673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-i-think-im-back-for-good-hopefully.html' title='Now I think I&apos;m Back for good, hopefully anyway!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4640648165334502556</id><published>2011-06-13T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:52:56.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it's been two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm back kind of have to get everything back up and running.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4640648165334502556?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4640648165334502556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4640648165334502556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4640648165334502556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4640648165334502556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-its-been-two-weeks.html' title='Yes it&apos;s been two weeks'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1012839737622464560</id><published>2011-05-28T11:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:53:51.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>I understand that rain must fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I'm sorry too much of a good thing becomes a flood. Living in Minnesota the birth state of the Mississippi, I've walked&amp;nbsp; and swam across it,&amp;nbsp;up here it isn't all that&amp;nbsp;hard to do.&amp;nbsp; I've seen how wide it gets the further south it flows, all the way to the gulf of Mexico.&amp;nbsp;Having heard it&amp;nbsp;called the Mighty Mississippi&amp;nbsp;it doesn't often seem so mighty from all the way&amp;nbsp;up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last year&amp;nbsp;Summer came first then we had our spring and&amp;nbsp;then back to Summer,&amp;nbsp;it was like Mother Nature just wasn't able to make up&amp;nbsp;her mind. Fall came with Winter and the temperature took a dive, way below the averages the ground wasn't even frozen, when we got a foot of snow, before Fall was over we had five feet of snow. December came and by it's end we set the all time record&amp;nbsp;for the most snow fall that's not easy to do up&amp;nbsp;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; January and February are normally the coldest months of the year, it gets so cold it's just too cold to snow. This year was different&amp;nbsp;even though the temperatures show it was too&amp;nbsp;cold for snow&amp;nbsp;we got a lot more snow. Here we don't get above 32 degrees for three to four months in winter. Most of the snow is still here until spring and&amp;nbsp;what melting gets done is only from the sun. The spring was cold we had our last snow fall the first week of May and&amp;nbsp;last weekend was&amp;nbsp;the end of having&amp;nbsp;frost. Now we are getting the spring rain that should have started in March, right now I'm glad it's waited so long with all the flooding that's happening down south. To see the Mississippi river turn into such a deadly and costly force isn't something I've ever seen before or want to see again. I pray for all affected by this spring weather that's been so deadly as well as fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some have said the weather doesn't have anything to do with what the&amp;nbsp;human race has done! To me it seems are they really that blind. Just&amp;nbsp;look at the foot print we have put upon the earth and on the seas as well,&amp;nbsp;is it that we just don't want to see. For all we've taken from this rock that we call home, there maybe a price we&amp;nbsp;need to&amp;nbsp; pay. The world it's self is changing and&amp;nbsp;maybe it's time for us to do the same. Hopefully we will see we&amp;nbsp;need the earth to live and realize it has no need us at all and as it's stewards I think we have failed miserably. Well that's the way it looks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1012839737622464560?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1012839737622464560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1012839737622464560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1012839737622464560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1012839737622464560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-understand-rain-must-fall.html' title='I understand that rain must fall'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4855409397298343947</id><published>2011-05-19T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:55:08.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mother, Grandmother, Auntie and Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Adele K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Written by Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The love she's given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Has always been unconditional and never waived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She said, "I don't love anyone the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've only loved them longer, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She never felt qualified to judge anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She has always known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You've done the best you could with the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You've been dealt and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your best has always been good enough for her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The love she shared reminds us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life is a journey we haven't taken alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So just take it as it&amp;nbsp;comes and enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remembering that dying is just the last piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of living we'll do and life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The accomplishments she was the most proud of are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Shooting 100% in basketball. All the children she taught to tie shoes could. She had something good to say about everyone. No has always meant No and it &lt;em&gt;never ever &lt;/em&gt;meant &lt;strong&gt;maybe!&lt;/strong&gt; She would give advice if you used it or not, all she wanted was to give you more options. She used cliches to teach life lessons. When hearing them repeated to the next generation, she knew we had learned the significance of keeping it simple.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We wrote this together shorty before she passed away. That basketball shot was from the top step going in our back door, the basketball hoop was 15 feet away and it was nothing but net, after she made it she was asked repetitively to do it again, her reply was; "Why?&amp;nbsp;I can't improve on perfection now can I!" It was the first and last time she ever shot a basketball, no matter how hard we tried over the years to get her to she never would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She didn't want me to be&amp;nbsp;sad about her passing it's why life works&amp;nbsp;you see is what she always said to me. Still&amp;nbsp;I hear her words and wisdom coming&amp;nbsp;from deep inside of me, more so when I'm being a bone head of course!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4855409397298343947?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4855409397298343947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4855409397298343947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4855409397298343947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4855409397298343947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-grandmother-auntie-and-friend.html' title='Mother, Grandmother, Auntie and Friend'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1080938671227675874</id><published>2011-05-17T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:57:14.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>#18 Reflections An ending maybe or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;An ending maybe or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then someone we love dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The effect they had on us is&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; part of who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How&amp;nbsp; long we knew them isn't important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What we've gained having had them in our life is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each time we let our heart touch another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We get a chance to see life from a different perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's a gift we gave each other for no one sees the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Realizing the heart is capable of&amp;nbsp;holding a lifetime of loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And it always has room enough for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The person isn't truly gone when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You've made a place for them&amp;nbsp;within your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And as you&amp;nbsp;walk&amp;nbsp;your path&amp;nbsp;through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your heart will help to guide your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1080938671227675874?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1080938671227675874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1080938671227675874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1080938671227675874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1080938671227675874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/05/18-reflections-ending-maybe-or-not.html' title='#18 Reflections An ending maybe or not'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7495196591929231189</id><published>2011-05-13T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:58:05.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>I just didn't realize I would live to be this old!</title><content type='html'>Now&amp;nbsp;I'm forty nine&amp;nbsp;and just&amp;nbsp;when did that happen? Oh yes, it was last Sunday,&amp;nbsp;I guess&amp;nbsp;I'm really&amp;nbsp;not all&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;old!&lt;br /&gt;
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Having lived this long and having no&amp;nbsp;real regrets, knowing I'm not the same person I used to be. Realizing I've done the best I could, the&amp;nbsp;choices I made were the best options for me at the time I made them.&amp;nbsp;Second guessing the&amp;nbsp;choices I&amp;nbsp;made and the things I did isn't of value. Admitting there is nothing I can do now that could change the past and having&amp;nbsp;no plan to try rewriting my history. It seems life is about learning as you live it, growing into the person&amp;nbsp;you think you should be takes time and it's painful at times.&amp;nbsp;Believing that everything will work out the way it's supposed to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking back&amp;nbsp;helps me see how far I've come and how&amp;nbsp;far I still need to go, to be the person I want to be. Some life lessons take longer to learn, it's a good thing I have a lifetime to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7495196591929231189?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7495196591929231189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7495196591929231189&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7495196591929231189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7495196591929231189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-didnt-realize-i-would-live-to-be.html' title='I just didn&apos;t realize I would live to be this old!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6241274095581214087</id><published>2011-05-03T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:05:39.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>#17 Reflections To the few who feel the help given wasn't much help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is for the few who feel the help they've given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wasn't much help at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thinking you didn't do enough or feeling you failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To help a friend is something many have felt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each person reacts differently to feeling this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Many will accept they did the best the could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A few will&amp;nbsp;feel they s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;hould or could have done more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dismissing all they had done that had&amp;nbsp;helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is to the few that I would like them to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your choice to take action was&amp;nbsp;from your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It did more good than you may&amp;nbsp; know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You took the time to show you cared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What a difference that's made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To see your light of hope shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The darkness I'd gotten stuck&amp;nbsp;within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;your actions I've renewed my hope again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With hope comes faith and you've shown love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That means a great deal to me&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6241274095581214087?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6241274095581214087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6241274095581214087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6241274095581214087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6241274095581214087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/05/17-reflections-to-few-who-feel-help.html' title='#17 Reflections To the few who feel the help given wasn&apos;t much help'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4665208707912854933</id><published>2011-04-28T17:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:46:22.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>#16 Reflections In the span of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the span of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's the middle that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning&amp;nbsp;your capable of doing something doesn't mean you should&lt;br /&gt;
Time teaches us we aren't as smart as we thought&lt;br /&gt;
When we become willing to admit this, that's when growth begins&lt;br /&gt;
We&amp;nbsp;no longer need to be told what someone else thinks&lt;br /&gt;
The answer to our question is&lt;br /&gt;
We begin to seek out the answers for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
To the questions that the answers bring to mind&lt;br /&gt;
Creating even more answers that need questioning&lt;br /&gt;
As we begin to make decisions&amp;nbsp;about what we believe the truth is&lt;br /&gt;
Who we are and what's important to us and why&lt;br /&gt;
We learn that each choice we make will change&lt;br /&gt;
What choices and options are available to us&lt;br /&gt;
It becomes a lifelong cycle of questions, answers&lt;br /&gt;
Learning and personal growth making decisions and choices&lt;br /&gt;
It's a kind of learning that you learn as you go&lt;br /&gt;
So don't judge yourself too harshly&lt;br /&gt;
This&amp;nbsp;never-ending cycle helps you become&lt;br /&gt;
The person you know you want to be&lt;br /&gt;
It's a journey that no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;
Still takes a lifetime to finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4665208707912854933?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4665208707912854933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4665208707912854933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4665208707912854933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4665208707912854933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/16-reflections-in-span-of-life.html' title='#16 Reflections In the span of life'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-6310079322320842700</id><published>2011-04-24T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:49:10.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>#15 of Reflections What do you really mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What to you really mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's seems people don't mean what they've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So they'll&amp;nbsp;say what they think you want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Instead of the truth because it might hurt your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When it's a friend whose opinion is valued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Isn't able or willing to be honest about what they think or feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It leaves a feeling of mistrust and&amp;nbsp;questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What else has been&amp;nbsp;said because it&amp;nbsp;was w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;hat they thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;you wanted to hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When a friend you care enough about to ask their opinion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Isn't capable of being honest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What is the basis of the&amp;nbsp;friendship&amp;nbsp;if it's not based?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On honesty, mutual respect,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Should it still be called a friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hearing the truth from a friend is easier to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then learning what I've been told wasn't true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-6310079322320842700?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/6310079322320842700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=6310079322320842700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6310079322320842700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/6310079322320842700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-of-reflections-what-do-you-really.html' title='#15 of Reflections What do you really mean?'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1463428600439894318</id><published>2011-04-21T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:21:47.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My birthday falls on Mothers day this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It didn't happen often just enough for my Mom and&amp;nbsp;I to have fun with it. One year&amp;nbsp;I asked her "So what do you want for Mothers day?" Mom said "I already&amp;nbsp;got my Mothers day gift I have&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my three kids and that's all I ever wanted. And what do you want for your Birthday?"&amp;nbsp;Two can play at this game, knowing she would react and there would be nothing she could do about it. So&amp;nbsp;I told her the truth&amp;nbsp;I got what I wanted already! she said "oh no you don't, you can't use mine!" My reply was,&amp;nbsp;of course I can't may I finish? "yes!" Mom it is a gift I've only recently received from you and it's&amp;nbsp;of your friendship,&amp;nbsp; no tears or arguments.&amp;nbsp;From that point on when my birthday fell on Mother's day.&amp;nbsp;The gift we&amp;nbsp;gave each other was of&amp;nbsp;spending time together not always on Mother's day, I do have two brothers who love her as I do. She was the glue that held her family&amp;nbsp; together. As a child knowing how much everyone within her family loved her and she loved them. I felt a bit jealous so I asked her, who do you love the most? This is&amp;nbsp;how she put it to me "I don't love anyone the most, I've only loved them longer that all! Now as&amp;nbsp;for you and your brothers I loved each of you even before you were born." After that I understood and didn't mind sharing her with any of the people she loved, I knew they all loved her just as much as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The only thing&amp;nbsp;I could honestly say I miss are&amp;nbsp;her phone calls, for many years we had talked at the very&amp;nbsp;least once a day. The last few years before she passed away, we had talked multiple times each day, we talked about everything and nothing for hours at a time. If by chance she called and I didn't answer, she could and did leave up to 20 messages on my phone in about&amp;nbsp;15 minutes, how she could was amazing to me. She worried about me more then she needed too,&amp;nbsp;I tried to calm her fears but&amp;nbsp;nothing I could do or say would calm her. So I started taking the phone with me everywhere. That worked fairly well&amp;nbsp;unless I forgot it somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If I were to&amp;nbsp;wish, (which I don't&amp;nbsp;do)&amp;nbsp;it would be for her to call me,&amp;nbsp;so could hear&amp;nbsp;her voice once more. Hearing her&amp;nbsp;in my head and heart just isn't the same some how.&amp;nbsp;I can't really say I miss her because I feel her around me and she is the best part of who I am. When I make a bone headed decision, I can hear she saying "Well that's not the choice I would have made, however it wasn't my choice to make was it." Needless to say I've been hearing that one quite a bit lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I would say&amp;nbsp;most if not all of my writings have been influenced&amp;nbsp;by her in one way or another.&amp;nbsp;She was the one who gave&amp;nbsp;me the tools to find the questions I needed to find answers for. When she learned time was a commodity&amp;nbsp; she didn't have much of. The main thing&amp;nbsp;she asked of me was,&amp;nbsp;if I would at least try wearing more bright colors,&amp;nbsp;so I am and starting to like it too. She wanted me to remember "That dying is just the last piece of living we&amp;nbsp;have to get done.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;if you don't handle death well, then I didn't do a very good job of teaching you about life now&amp;nbsp;did I!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;yes that does have guilt written all over it. The last was: Life will&amp;nbsp;go on, it must because that's why life works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1463428600439894318?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1463428600439894318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1463428600439894318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1463428600439894318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1463428600439894318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-birthday-falls-on-mothers-day-this.html' title='My birthday falls on Mothers day this year'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4903028246360032944</id><published>2011-04-20T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:26:35.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>#14 Reflections The thing about worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The thing about worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That you may not know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nothing changes because you worried about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What's the reasoning behind all that worrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Or was it to give you something to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As you wait to find out what has happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;About something you had no control of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What the outcome would be anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So what good did you gain from all that worrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That is a question I haven't heard an answer to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That justifies the amount of stress it causes!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4903028246360032944?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4903028246360032944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4903028246360032944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4903028246360032944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4903028246360032944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/14-reflections-thing-about-worry.html' title='#14 Reflections The thing about worry'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5012798136395297735</id><published>2011-04-17T18:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:49:41.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>#12 Reflections "Words"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Words are used to convey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thought, feelings, intent or information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The lack of words can say m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ore than you may think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Words have no meaning if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's no action to back them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So let your actions speak y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;our&amp;nbsp;words for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It takes the guesswork out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What your trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5012798136395297735?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5012798136395297735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5012798136395297735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5012798136395297735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5012798136395297735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/14-reflections-words.html' title='#12 Reflections &quot;Words&quot;'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3886268386020286810</id><published>2011-04-17T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:44:39.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>If my wishes were rainbows that all I would ever see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So it isn't something I do often, partly because if I did rainbows won't be so special. Because I wasn't&amp;nbsp;feeling the best&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;trip&amp;nbsp;to Florida. I'm&amp;nbsp;feeling much better now that what goes in stays in, almost all of the time and&amp;nbsp;eating more solid food,&amp;nbsp;each day is bringing my energy level up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now I've never been any good at taking it easy,&amp;nbsp;I always feel I should be doing something.&amp;nbsp;Considering&amp;nbsp;this I'm not&amp;nbsp;as smart as I like think I am. As proof&amp;nbsp;not like I need any more!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;pushed myself too hard again&amp;nbsp;and bruised two rib's, smooth move will I ever learn? (A rhetorical question) I will start paying better attention to what my body is trying to tell me. Because the price&amp;nbsp;continues to go up each time, I don't listen and I can't afford it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So with all this down time I've been&amp;nbsp;reading blogs,&amp;nbsp;seeing how other people handle life's ups and downs. Realizing no one is alone in wanting and needing to find new ways to help themselves.&amp;nbsp;Seeing how&amp;nbsp;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ther people have found way's around similar problems, giving me a different perspective and the&amp;nbsp;ability&amp;nbsp;see&amp;nbsp;options I hadn't realized were there before.&amp;nbsp; Seeing people who aren't willing to let&amp;nbsp;stumbling block get in the way of living&amp;nbsp;life,&amp;nbsp;instead they turn those&amp;nbsp;stumbling blocks&amp;nbsp;into stepping stones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Like most people&amp;nbsp;I stumble&amp;nbsp;a bit from time to time&amp;nbsp;both physically and emotionally.&amp;nbsp;Finding balance isn't easy for anyone because, life has&amp;nbsp;so many choices&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;have to be made.&amp;nbsp;With each choice made it&amp;nbsp;changes what the next choices may or could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Throughout life things happen that&amp;nbsp;can turn life upside down. All the plans and goals that had been set, need to be&amp;nbsp;adjusted life becomes complicated. Feeling out of control of what is going to happen next, no matter&amp;nbsp;who you are it gets to everyone no matter if it's big or small. How each person&amp;nbsp; chooses to handle it, isn't open for debate, each&amp;nbsp;person will decide what's the best way for them to&amp;nbsp;move forward. All anyone&amp;nbsp;else can do to help is to support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3886268386020286810?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3886268386020286810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3886268386020286810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3886268386020286810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3886268386020286810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-my-wishes-were-rainbows-that-all-i.html' title='If my wishes were rainbows that all I would ever see!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4470714013643118351</id><published>2011-04-14T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:41:33.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'># 10 of Reflections Why Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Take life head on experience it taking the good&amp;nbsp; with the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Stay true to yourself never quit or give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Take it as it comes then&amp;nbsp;making adjustments to what it brings&amp;nbsp;your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Live life your way or it's not your life your living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Joy and sadness are pieces of a life that's being lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Living is about taking risks you'll get hurt that's true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Don't willingly miss out on&amp;nbsp;the joys of living out of fear of being hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No matter the path you choose to take,&amp;nbsp;each ends at the same point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Find your joy it's what makes life worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remember a job is&amp;nbsp;how to make money so you can afford to do what&amp;nbsp;you love and makes you&amp;nbsp;happy and nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Cherish the good t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;he mistakes you've made in the past were not made by who you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So let the past be about lessons learned and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; let it go already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Stop using it as a&amp;nbsp;weapon to hold you back from living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life is way too short for that!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4470714013643118351?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4470714013643118351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4470714013643118351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4470714013643118351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4470714013643118351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-of-reflections-why-not.html' title='# 10 of Reflections Why Not!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8512185636429201784</id><published>2011-04-09T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:48:00.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Nope M.S. didn't stop me from taking vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Getting ready for our first vacation in many years,&amp;nbsp;what a rush and it's&amp;nbsp;my first vacation since learning I have M.S. heading to Fort Meyers beach, Florida. Needing to get away from old man winter for the first time in my life.&amp;nbsp;Watching the news reports from Japan and around the world as well as here at home. Not having any control of&amp;nbsp;what is&amp;nbsp; happening or what will happen next. I'm not going to worry about it&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I'm leaving in a few short hours, So I'll finish this after I get back and then I'll title it. So away I go until later which no one we notice the&amp;nbsp;passage of time but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Okay we are back and I've posted my pictures on facebook&amp;nbsp;and yes I'm behind every one of them just the way I like it. The suitcases are emptied&amp;nbsp;and cleaned up and stored away. I've been putting this off for as long as I can, for my own selfish reasons. Oh well here goes, I'll just&amp;nbsp;let the chips fell where they&amp;nbsp;may!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was truly&amp;nbsp; wonderful to see the ocean for the first time. The flight was great as was the&amp;nbsp;resort,&amp;nbsp;the room on third floor was beautiful the balcony was the best part, taking&amp;nbsp; pictures of the sunset everyday it really was a once in a life time vacation. Everything was laid back and easy,&amp;nbsp;the food was very good.&amp;nbsp;It was almost perfect until I got stubborn on our second day there. I wanted so badly to go to the sea shore we reserved a beach wheelchair and I didn't want to not use it, in case someone else wanted to use it to go down&amp;nbsp;to the beach because I had only seen the one. By the time we&amp;nbsp;got to the beach it was high noon, yep silly me it was also&amp;nbsp;88 degrees, so after being down there for&amp;nbsp;a half hour. My M.S. and the heat I realized&amp;nbsp;my mistake when I tried to speak&amp;nbsp;all that came was sound. Jane said&amp;nbsp;"she's having a stroke!" I tried to say no I'm just overheated but what came out, only reinforced what&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;thinking! Now the main point of this trip was suppose to be to help Jane relax and for me to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the ocean and&amp;nbsp;as my care giver in training as Jane&amp;nbsp;calls herself. Jane has&amp;nbsp;her own set of&amp;nbsp;health issues. That have come up recently and the best way to help her is for her&amp;nbsp;to stay calm and to limit the amount of stress she's under! My dumb shit way of&amp;nbsp;thinking wasn't&amp;nbsp;over yet, not by a long shot. The next morning I made the decision I could go down to the sea shore using my walker, yep sounds like a plan for disaster! It was&amp;nbsp;about 63 degrees. And Yes I did make it to the shore and on the way back, I wasn't willing to admitted my&amp;nbsp;mistake&amp;nbsp;Well needless to say I was wrong again. Writing too many&amp;nbsp;checks my body isn't capable of&amp;nbsp;cashing. When we got up to the room Jane was so kind and said "I think we should hang out in the room today I'm tired and it going to get hot again today." Jane made a few trip down to visit with her sister Char, she didn't stay for very long we had room service&amp;nbsp;for lunch.&amp;nbsp;That night we went out to eat with Jane's sister Char and her son Steve to a very nice place&amp;nbsp;the main course was nothing to write home about. After that we went back to our room and sat out on the balcony just listening to the waves hitting the shore it was a very nice way to&amp;nbsp;end the day. Wednesday I woke up&amp;nbsp;with that scary kind of sick, I think that enough detail, the long&amp;nbsp;and short of it&amp;nbsp;a supervisor came to check me&amp;nbsp;and called an ambulance&amp;nbsp;it was a side trip I really hadn't planned on. After all the test were done and&amp;nbsp;6 hour later, Jane told the&amp;nbsp;Doctor we&amp;nbsp;would be flying home the next day they released me and&amp;nbsp;told to follow up with my doctor the next day.&amp;nbsp; My diagnoses&amp;nbsp; was heat exhaustion,&amp;nbsp;food poisoning complicated by my M.S. drugs&amp;nbsp;It was a long and&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable flight home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's honestly is no place like home when you feel like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Friday I woke up feeling just as bad as I did in Florida the only difference was I hadn't eaten anything, so I called the V.A. and was told I should come in. Yep Jane was as unhappy about it as I was.&amp;nbsp; After 7 hours of tests I was told: liquids only&amp;nbsp;and nothing solid, until no more (&amp;nbsp;mud pies ) for 5 days&amp;nbsp;! I think you all understand what I'm saying. So after 9 day of only liquids,&amp;nbsp;I'm back on solid foods again I did miss chewing food more than I thought I would.&amp;nbsp;Even with the two side trips it really was a vacation of a lifetime and we both have no regrets. For me getting to touch the ocean, the&amp;nbsp; biggest force on the surface of the earth&amp;nbsp;that was more than&amp;nbsp;I could have asked for. To see just how insignificant I am in the grand scheme of the world is priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For both of us, it truly was a great trip and&amp;nbsp; a trip of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8512185636429201784?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8512185636429201784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8512185636429201784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8512185636429201784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8512185636429201784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/nope-ms-didnt-stop-me-from-taking.html' title='Nope M.S. didn&apos;t stop me from taking vacation!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-8342827852917060534</id><published>2011-04-05T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:37:33.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a gift of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>#11 of Reflections To a dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To a dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Who knows this could&amp;nbsp;even be about&amp;nbsp;you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Inspired by a very dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My dear Friend,&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You'll not always do or say the right thing, that isn't as important as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;being there because you cared enough to be a friend and that's&amp;nbsp;what was needed. Your friendship has shown me&amp;nbsp;that life takes a lifetime to understand. With&amp;nbsp;your willingness to share your time, talents and passion to help others whenever, you see pain and suffering&amp;nbsp;you do all you can to help. You'll down play all you've done saying things like; "It wasn't much I only made a CD. I only went to visit them; I could or should have done more. It wasn't a big deal, I wasn't doing anything anyway." You feel what you did wasn't of much help, even when&amp;nbsp;we try to thank&amp;nbsp;and tell you how what you did had helped each of us a great deal. Then you'll say "It was the least I could do". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your only human but you want to be all things to everyone who you know is&amp;nbsp;in need. So&amp;nbsp;you push yourself so hard, you forget to take care of you.&amp;nbsp; Then when you do take time to take care of you, you&amp;nbsp;feel bad about it. Everyone has limits even you my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If I know you at all your probably&amp;nbsp;sitting there reading this and thinking that I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;don't know the real you. You judge yourself so harshly&amp;nbsp;your unable to see, hear&amp;nbsp;or believe when&amp;nbsp;people try to tell you&amp;nbsp;what a wonderful person you are and how glad we are to have you as a friend! All you&amp;nbsp;seem to see are your shortcomings; your self-doubt isn't allowing you to see the truth.&amp;nbsp;So you&amp;nbsp;only look inward&amp;nbsp;and make yourself both judge and prosecutor with no one to defend you. Because you've disregarded&amp;nbsp;any of the positive things that people have said about you, which isn't a fair trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now my dear friend, the next time you decide to stand in judgment of yourself. Take all the nice things that people have said about you as fact, whether you believe it or not&amp;nbsp;because it's the truth as your defense.&amp;nbsp;Now let God be the judge, God knows your heart even better than you do and God is fair. You don't seem to understand or see&amp;nbsp;how much you are loved, for&amp;nbsp; just being you. I pray one day you will&amp;nbsp;realize how&amp;nbsp;blessed I feel having you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Your friend with love and heartfelt thanks, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-8342827852917060534?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/8342827852917060534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=8342827852917060534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8342827852917060534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/8342827852917060534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/11-of-reflections-to-dear-friend.html' title='#11 of Reflections To a dear friend'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1121205762479089398</id><published>2011-04-01T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:34:05.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'># 9 Of my reflections Life as I see it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life as I see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life isn't hard but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;living is a trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That&amp;nbsp;starts the first time we say "NO" to our parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's the first decision we make as a person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Parents can teach us that we have options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But where we go from there becomes a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This when we start learning that&amp;nbsp;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;choices&amp;nbsp;comes consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Every action has an equal and opposite reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now will we be negative or positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Being negative is easy however it's much harder to over come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Being positive is a way of living looking forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Negativity pushes everything away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Positivity draws everything toward it y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;et it repeals&amp;nbsp;negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As with everything it depends on your prospective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And that's always relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1121205762479089398?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1121205762479089398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1121205762479089398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1121205762479089398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1121205762479089398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/9-of-my-reflections-life-as-i-see-it.html' title='# 9 Of my reflections Life as I see it'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2564075118686117141</id><published>2011-04-01T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:31:11.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 8 of my reflection's Why Do You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Not believe people when&amp;nbsp;we say nice things about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Always think you fall short of&amp;nbsp; some list no one is keeping but YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Keep thinking you've let others down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Feel people are disappointed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Set standards for yourself that only God can reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY DON'T YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Accept that people think you're kind of wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Understand your human so stop&amp;nbsp;keeping score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Just do the best you can it's always&amp;nbsp;more than good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...See that disappointments are just a fact of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Take each day as&amp;nbsp;it comes and live every minute of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Realize your loved not because of what you do, but because of who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Learn mistakes you think you've made were only life lessons you hadn't learned&amp;nbsp;yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Understand you've helped a great deal because you took the time to show&amp;nbsp;you cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...See you've made life a little easier just by being here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2564075118686117141?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2564075118686117141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2564075118686117141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2564075118686117141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2564075118686117141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-of-my-reflections-why-do-you.html' title='# 8 of my reflection&apos;s Why Do You...'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5228841423360089922</id><published>2011-03-28T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:27:49.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Learning... With a small prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Learning is the&amp;nbsp;one thing I never want to stop doing.&amp;nbsp;Needing to step outside myself, to challenge what I think I know,&amp;nbsp; understanding that I don't know what I don't know. Yes if you think about&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;how could anyone. Unless I think about questions&amp;nbsp;about what I've been told the&amp;nbsp;facts are, I really don't know. The only thing I&amp;nbsp;know is&amp;nbsp;what one person believes the facts are from the research they have done. Anyone can find fact's to reinforce what they think and feel the truth is because it was what they were looking for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With all research if I only look for what supports what I think and feel is the right answer and don't examine all sides equally, I don't believe finding the truth can be done. Even when I do believe I've found the truth, it's still only how I interpret the information I've learned.&amp;nbsp;As with all things in life it's breaks down to, every individuals&amp;nbsp;right to decide what they believe the truth is for themselves. When we disagree and we will, have and do disagree what the TRUTH IS. We can continue to pass judgment on one another or learn that because every person is not the same.&amp;nbsp;That by working through our differences together with understanding instead of judgement and hate. To stop using&amp;nbsp;scapegoating and or&amp;nbsp;blaming one for another misfortune or by casting one group of people aside because some&amp;nbsp;believe they have and are of no real value and aren't worth what it will cost to&amp;nbsp;help them. Is this the kind of world anyone has wished for or wanted to see&amp;nbsp;come to pass? For me history is written every day, so I can not judge it. Because I'm apart of what it will become as&amp;nbsp;are all of&amp;nbsp;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;will be many generations in the future that will be&amp;nbsp;doing the judging. Because they will have seen what&amp;nbsp;the fruits of our choices had become.&amp;nbsp; As we have learned from history so shall they as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So all I'm able to&amp;nbsp;do is pray: Dear Lord, Thank you for this day and for all the ups and downs that it will bring. So I can continue to learn that&amp;nbsp;it's by your grace I'm free. Teach me how to put other's first, to show kindness&amp;nbsp;and understanding always, as you know I do my best but I will fail and fall-short&amp;nbsp;from time to time. Lord help me to remember that I'm flawed and unqualified to stand in judgement of other's and to leave&amp;nbsp;the judging to thee. When this day comes to it's ends please lord grant me rest, thank you lord for giving me this day it was a gift and I hope you'll grant me one more, if not I'll leave with no regrets, either way I'll see you when I wake. Amen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5228841423360089922?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5228841423360089922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5228841423360089922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5228841423360089922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5228841423360089922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-with-small-prayer.html' title='Learning... With a small prayer'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3294342734778700685</id><published>2011-03-09T15:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:26:01.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>A dreamer's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dreams&amp;nbsp;help us&amp;nbsp;see opportunities that could be, if we'll stop looking at all the impossibility and see the possibility. Throughout human history&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;have said that's impossible!&amp;nbsp;That is until a person did what others thought and told all who would listen&amp;nbsp;could never be done. Placing labels on&amp;nbsp;that person, as&amp;nbsp;a dreamer out of touch with how the world works. In every way trying to stop a dreamer from dreaming, by telling them "who do you think you are your no one special!&amp;nbsp;Your just not smart enough! Look at the risk your taking, your just going to fail so why waste your time trying and just except that this is as good as it gets!" The list goes on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That's the rub you see, how many times in your life have you been told something like that or worst yet told yourself that? Defeating yourself&amp;nbsp; even before you start.&amp;nbsp;Bringing a dream into reality takes time, and&amp;nbsp;a lot of work and learning to deal with&amp;nbsp;setbacks and&amp;nbsp;a little luck. As for the risk,&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;you are capable of deciding if it's worth the risk or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For me if I risk nothing I'll gain nothing, so I say why not give it a shot, with each attempt that ends in failure teaches me something&amp;nbsp;I didn't know before. That's how we all&amp;nbsp;learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Having seen dreamers making such a huge difference in my life and the life of other's. I really do believe we need dreamers and the work they have done and are still doing will continue to&amp;nbsp;change the world. Hope for the future is becoming a reality around the world&amp;nbsp;as we all began to learn that each and everyone of us, are all members of the human race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3294342734778700685?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3294342734778700685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3294342734778700685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3294342734778700685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3294342734778700685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreamers-dream.html' title='A dreamer&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5049866098556458643</id><published>2011-03-02T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:23:24.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Time for a vacation M.S. isn't sure I should go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A real vacation getting on a plane going to Florida, staying in a resort with an ocean view on the beach.&amp;nbsp;It's been a long time since we've gone on a vacation like this. The&amp;nbsp;last one was over 15 years ago. Lately I'd been doing&amp;nbsp;fairly good, that is&amp;nbsp;until four weeks ago, my right rotator-cuff&amp;nbsp;goes nut's can't use it frozen go to urgent care get it checked, long story short it's calcium depots get them broken up and&amp;nbsp;taken care of.&amp;nbsp;Started&amp;nbsp;working on recovering pain level is much improved, being careful not to push to hard.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Knowing I need both arm's to use my apparatus a stand up walker&amp;nbsp;I use to get around.&amp;nbsp;Needing to use my left hand and arm which is the weaker of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What decides to rear it head! Yep my brains inability to tell my muscle to stop pulling&amp;nbsp;or is it my muscle telling the brain I'm done! So the tendonitis in my right elbow and the pain it causes makes it&amp;nbsp;impossible to use it at all back to the Doctor I go, the news isn't what I had hoped for, the rehab will take 4 to 6 weeks. I'm leaving for Florida in&amp;nbsp;two! I'll say this&amp;nbsp;about M.S.&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp; timing&amp;nbsp;is horseshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Will I let it stop me from having as much fun as I'm able?&amp;nbsp; Or&amp;nbsp;listening to the waves hit the shore&amp;nbsp;as I watch&amp;nbsp;the sun slowly setting into the sea?&amp;nbsp;Nope! You see M.S. may slow me down from time to time but it can never stop me from being me. I'm not in control of what it takes. How I handle what it takes is definitely within my control!&amp;nbsp;The way I see it M.S. can't&amp;nbsp;win, a&amp;nbsp; war I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'ve already won by just continuing to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5049866098556458643?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5049866098556458643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5049866098556458643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5049866098556458643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5049866098556458643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-for-vacation-ms-isnt-sure-i-should.html' title='Time for a vacation M.S. isn&apos;t sure I should go'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3963470154081927563</id><published>2011-03-01T19:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:59:20.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>#13 of reflections The truth about guilt 3/1/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The truth about guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Guilt as an emotion is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;People use to get what they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The only way it's able&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;work is if you buy into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Honestly&amp;nbsp;only you can make yourself feel guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of course people will use words to reinforce your interpretation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of what they've said to help you in feeling guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's more about your interpretation of what was said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Take great care whenever buying into guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Because if guilt is the&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;behind your actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your actions will have little meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Because it's become something you have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead of what you want to do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3963470154081927563?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3963470154081927563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3963470154081927563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3963470154081927563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3963470154081927563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/03/13-of-reflections-truth-about-guilt.html' title='#13 of reflections The truth about guilt 3/1/11'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-351841915867984418</id><published>2011-02-28T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:56:55.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 6 Reflections At what cost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;At what cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When you love it fills the heart with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When it's gone the feelings of loss and emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Can become so&amp;nbsp;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each day waking&amp;nbsp;wishing for just one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But knowing that would never be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As time passes realizing a love that remembered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;sn't really ever gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The heart is amazingly capable of holding a lifetime of loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each love that's shared&amp;nbsp;changes and teaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That with love comes great joy that fills the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With acceptance and a sense of belonging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not to but with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Making the impossible seem almost possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-351841915867984418?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/351841915867984418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=351841915867984418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/351841915867984418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/351841915867984418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/6-reflections-at-what-cost.html' title='# 6 Reflections At what cost'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5441778579884829777</id><published>2011-02-18T11:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:53:26.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 5 Reflections Love is not blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love is not blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;However by focusing so tightly on one aspect of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It distorts everything even what we've been focusing in on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By taking a step back and widening our view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We realize our life hasn't really changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Only our focus had changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We begin to see opportunities instead of obstacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Understanding the adjustments needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Will&amp;nbsp;have to come from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To open ourselves&amp;nbsp;to all&amp;nbsp;the wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;living&amp;nbsp;life has to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By keeping our focus on all the love we have to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are less likely to lose our focus on all aspects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of loving the life we are living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5483898448851020839-5441778579884829777?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5441778579884829777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5441778579884829777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5441778579884829777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5441778579884829777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-reflections-love-is-not-blind.html' title='# 5 Reflections Love is not blind'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-4408997957438800126</id><published>2011-02-16T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:50:26.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 4 Reflections Without hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Without hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's been said all we need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Without faith are we really capable of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If we'll put hope first fear and hate can't gain a hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Faith that the sun will rise and set each day is the first step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In learning each dawn brings a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Will we choose to fill each day with love and a zest for living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Where trust and joy are more than just words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Where hopelessness and fear have no power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Realizing all things good or bad in time will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How will you measure your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Do you feel you truly lived your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-4408997957438800126?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/4408997957438800126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=4408997957438800126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4408997957438800126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/4408997957438800126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/4-reflections-without-hope.html' title='# 4 Reflections Without hope'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2370451468005045742</id><published>2011-02-16T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:47:46.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><title type='text'>Why it may seem I don't write about m.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yep I have multiple sclerosis however it will never define who I am,&amp;nbsp;does it&amp;nbsp;impact my life&amp;nbsp;of course. That doesn't mean I'm willing to let it take control of me or change who I've always been. Everyone has things they must deal with to continue being who they are some big and some small. No matter it's name&amp;nbsp;if your going to die&amp;nbsp;from it or if you wish it would just get it over with and kill you.&amp;nbsp;No matter what we are all going to die it's just the way life works, nothing anybody does will stop it from happening, well not yet anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;only part we are responsible for and have any&amp;nbsp;control of is the living part. Each one of&amp;nbsp;us needs to decide for ourselves&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp; and how we are&amp;nbsp;going deal with the hand that life has dealt&amp;nbsp;us. This is a choice&amp;nbsp;with no right or wrong answer and one only you can make it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As for me I will not quit or give into fear or hopelessness, m.s. is just one piece of my life and I refuse to give it anymore power than it already has. It's the reason&amp;nbsp;why I titled&amp;nbsp;my blog. It is what it is, until it isn't what it once was.&amp;nbsp;Whatever life bring my way I'll handle it, it's my life and I&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;not let anything stand in&amp;nbsp;my way of living.&amp;nbsp;Does that mean I accept everything it does to me NO! Do I think the way I look at is the right way&amp;nbsp;goodness no! It's just the way I've found that works for me. It's taken a long time and a&amp;nbsp;great deal of&amp;nbsp;misdirected&amp;nbsp;anger on my part to get to the point of accepting I'm not in control of what it does to me. All I can do is make the adjustments I need to, so I can continue just being who I've always been me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2370451468005045742?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2370451468005045742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2370451468005045742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2370451468005045742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2370451468005045742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-it-may-seem-i-dont-write-about-ms.html' title='Why it may seem I don&apos;t write about m.s.'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-5242668618136192971</id><published>2011-02-06T12:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:46:11.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My reflections #1 My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This wasn't my first it is&amp;nbsp;the one that started my putting them&amp;nbsp; together as My written reflections. This&amp;nbsp;I wrote after waking&amp;nbsp; from this dream I had, shortly after the death of&amp;nbsp;our dog Honey Girl. The reason I wrote&amp;nbsp;it in&amp;nbsp;two different formats is because my mother wanted more details, since she was the first person I had told about it, she already knew the details and liked it in the story form, other people liked it better this way so I kept them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last night I had a dream about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All the dogs, cats and animals I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was an odd dream because we understood each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We knew it wasn't my time to be there, I was just visiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Rusty came running towards me with the same ball he had when&amp;nbsp;I found him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Right behind him was Honey Girl without a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As we were greeting each each other I noticed they both had all their teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They always have toys, balls and someone to play with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As we played all our favorite games, running and swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Without pain or fatigue for anyone of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As we laid in the grass in the shade of a tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tony a squirrel I had helped came down and sat on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As I looked around I saw all the wild animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had watched throughout my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I felt them welcoming me to stay awhile longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Everyone started stirring so we started playing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then I heard a dog whine so softly, the dogs started walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The dream started fading away I didn't want it to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Calling for Honey Girl three more times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She finally turned and smiled I realized it was time to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The whining got louder waking slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I called Grey Girl she came to the side of the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I tried getting out of bed but this is the real world and I have M.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Giving Grey Girl hugs and petting her until I was able to get myself out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was the best sleep I've had in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Waking with so little pain I know we will be whole again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Until then I'll settle for visiting them in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-5242668618136192971?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/5242668618136192971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=5242668618136192971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5242668618136192971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/5242668618136192971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-reflections-1-my-dream.html' title='My reflections #1 My Dream'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-2697160346908729906</id><published>2011-02-05T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:41:04.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that piss me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Winter came early this year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And it's&amp;nbsp;shaping up to be a wild one all over the world. In my little spot in the world, it's a mess and I'm running out of places to put all the snow because here we don't get above 32 degrees more than a hand full of times until March, which is also your snowiest month of the year. What the sun manages to melt, just ends up becoming ice when the sun goes&amp;nbsp; down&amp;nbsp;anyway.&amp;nbsp; When spring finally does come to us in Minnesota I feel sorry for anyone living near the Mississippi and&amp;nbsp;Minnesota rivers because they will both&amp;nbsp; reach flood stage and stay that way for awhile. The Mississippi flow&amp;nbsp;south all the way to the gulf of Mexico. The Minnesota is more problematic because it flows south through&amp;nbsp;St. Paul then slowly turns to flow north to&amp;nbsp;Canada&amp;nbsp;so it floods almost every&amp;nbsp;year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Knowing that everyone is or will be&amp;nbsp;needing to deal with some kind of weather or the after math of this weather, that hasn't been seen before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some may say it's a&amp;nbsp;sign of the end of days, sorry but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;strongly&amp;nbsp;disagree after taking the life blood out of the earth, at such a high rate for so many years, I think every thing&amp;nbsp; that's happening now is related to what humans have done. We think we're so smart without looking at cause and affect of what our actions will have on this planet we call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This last part took on a life&amp;nbsp; of it's own,&amp;nbsp;it is what I think and how I feel so I'm going to keep it in. Realizing if we don't&amp;nbsp;start learning from history. It will continue repeating it until the day&amp;nbsp;we finally understand when greed is allowed to remain unchecked a free market sytem only works for a few&amp;nbsp;and not for everyone.&amp;nbsp;As most of us know a free lunch isn't really free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How many civilizations have died off that we don't know the reasons&amp;nbsp;why? In the last hundred years, we have learned many things that's true, in all honesty we know&amp;nbsp;more about outer space then we know about&amp;nbsp;how this planet works and why it works.&amp;nbsp;Everything has a price tag if people need it to survive the&amp;nbsp;price goes&amp;nbsp;up if people don't want it anymore it's value becomes zero. When the life of one person becomes more valuable then another and when profits are more important then the people who made the products that made the profits in the first place. The stock market is a form of gambling that can, has and will&amp;nbsp;be manipulated&amp;nbsp;by a few and wall street always wins. Going public by putting your company in the stock market is the fastest way of losing control of it.&amp;nbsp;Because once other people own shares you end up working for them instead of doing what best for you and the people that work for you. The love of money is greed and&amp;nbsp;wall street doesn't produce anything yet the ceos make up to a 100,000% more than the lowest paid employee,&amp;nbsp;I don't believe&amp;nbsp;that's a wise way of doing business, however it will make you very rich.&amp;nbsp;But at what cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-2697160346908729906?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/2697160346908729906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=2697160346908729906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2697160346908729906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/2697160346908729906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-came-early-this-year.html' title='Winter came early this year!'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-3277470484035043000</id><published>2011-01-20T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:37:11.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'># 3 of Reflections What I've learned so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What I've learned so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that every choice made is a path not taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any mean word said will be regretted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any act of kindness was returned ten times over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worrying is a waste of time, energy and accomplishes nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always show that people have value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judge yourself and live by standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To do the best you can with what you've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing your best is always good enough﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-3277470484035043000?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/3277470484035043000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=3277470484035043000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3277470484035043000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/3277470484035043000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-of-my-reflections-what-ive-learned-so.html' title='# 3 of Reflections What I&apos;ve learned so far'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7848501308011674014</id><published>2011-01-19T17:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:24:35.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>My reflections # 52 Meaning The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meaning the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The age of things isn't what makes them old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Because new things can get old real fast and&amp;nbsp;I'm sure we can all relate to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To me it's the history of things that makes them comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My memories take me back to what&amp;nbsp;I feel today, was a much simpler and an easier time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then I wonder if next&amp;nbsp;I remember, will this have been an simpler time in&amp;nbsp;my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The past has a way of giving life perspective and life is a lesson in the little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Realizing now it's been the little things that people did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That&amp;nbsp;ended up meaning the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-7848501308011674014?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/7848501308011674014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=7848501308011674014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7848501308011674014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/7848501308011674014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2010/10/meaning-most.html' title='My reflections # 52 Meaning The Most'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-1002087158244258759</id><published>2011-01-12T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:20:55.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honey girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># 2 of reflections My Dearest Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dearest Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Mary K. Mennenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Our love and bond deepened with each passing year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It didn't matter if I was gone for minutes or hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your greeting showed&amp;nbsp;how much you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I had chores to do you tried to help but being all paws you weren't much help at&amp;nbsp;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With you by my side&amp;nbsp;every chore was easier and much more fun to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You could always make me smile with the funny things you would try to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Our time together had come to an end as we knew it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's not goodbye instead I'll see you later&amp;nbsp;my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Even though we didn't always understand what&amp;nbsp;the other tried to say&amp;nbsp;I understood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A love that given&amp;nbsp;without condition and judgement is a gift we give ourselves that sets us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483898448851020839-1002087158244258759?l=mkm55406.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/feeds/1002087158244258759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5483898448851020839&amp;postID=1002087158244258759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1002087158244258759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483898448851020839/posts/default/1002087158244258759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkm55406.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-dearest-love-2-from-my-written.html' title='# 2 of reflections My Dearest Love'/><author><name>Mary K. Mennenga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10617477616671827033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0bligDOk3A/TLSKe3ORDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xZOnGiA5FXg/S220/IMG_0051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483898448851020839.post-7455660597589763131</id><published>2010-12-30T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:00:19.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Thirteenth of April 2010. It's why I've got to be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is about my mother and me, my two brothers&amp;nbsp;both older making me the baby of the family. My Mother had three sisters and two brothers (one who died&amp;nbsp;when he was 3 months old). My Mother &amp;nbsp;sister's and brother were very close, all of my cousin's were considered as family they might not see it that way. Mom and I did,&amp;nbsp;Mom loved all of them the way she put it was; " I don't love anyone the most I've just loved them longer, that all." In a way it was almost like I had 13 brothers and 8 sisters. Some lived with us from time to time, some&amp;nbsp;I didn't see&amp;nbsp;very much&amp;nbsp;they were still part of what Mom called&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;family. This has gotten much longer than I intended, but it is what it is, and it's part of why I've got to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Mother was 79 years old and&amp;nbsp;had a grocery list of health problems.&amp;nbsp;Mom would share what was happening with everybody as long as it was good, news and or funny. Getting her to talk about herself&amp;nbsp;didn't happen she was a master of changing the subject. As her health&amp;nbsp;problems began to take a toll on her body, time was a commodity she didn't&amp;nbsp;have much of. We each knew including Mom that&amp;nbsp;if she got sick, her body was not likely to recover. Her mind&amp;nbsp;and will were as&amp;nbsp;strong as ever.&amp;nbsp; Now this&amp;nbsp;wasn't information&amp;nbsp;Mom wanted shared, my brothers are much stronger than I&amp;nbsp;am. I asked her don't you think some of the family has a right to know? "No and I don't want you to share my health information with the family or my friends,&amp;nbsp;if your asked how I am just tell them I'm fine!" I'm not going&amp;nbsp;lie to them they'll never forgive! She told me; "This is going to be very hard&amp;nbsp;on you I know but&amp;nbsp;I don't want any one's last visit or memory with me to be one&amp;nbsp;of watching me dieing. What I really want is for each person to remember me&amp;nbsp;the way I lived and as they remember me. I don't want anyone to&amp;nbsp;mourn me before&amp;nbsp;I'm dead." I would do as she asked but told her "I'm&amp;nbsp;not going to lie I'll tell them "you said your fine" that way it's your lie not mine, after your gone all bet's and deals are off!" Mom said "That's good enough for me!" It's&amp;nbsp;the way she wanted it so&amp;nbsp;I did as she asked. After she passed I told all who asked me the truth, many of her dear and oldest friends said&amp;nbsp; it sounds just like&amp;nbsp;her and come to think of it I don't remember her&amp;nbsp;sharing any bad news or talking about herself. My mom did tell everybody about my M.S. because she&amp;nbsp;was so&amp;nbsp;proud of how I was handling it and she worried about me&amp;nbsp;too much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Mom was my best friend, at times my only friend each time I&amp;nbsp;felt hopeless and lost she was the one I talked to the most. She didn't judge me or try to fix&amp;nbsp;it for me, she would help me to&amp;nbsp;see it for that it was, a choice only I should make. She offered me the tools and advice to help me but never told me&amp;nbsp;what I should do.&amp;nbsp;Reminding me always it's my life to live and&amp;nbsp;every choice I make is a path not taken and that no matter&amp;nbsp;what choice I made, she loved me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She didn't agree with some of the choices I made of course. I'm not her, she didn't rise me to be just like her or anyone else! I don't mind&amp;nbsp;when someone tells me I'm just like her, I do consider that high praise even though I know&amp;nbsp;it's not true.&amp;nbsp;People say that's something&amp;nbsp;your Mother would say,&amp;nbsp;yes that's very true.&amp;nbsp;I'm not going to&amp;nbsp;apologize for that she's my mother. Having listened to her&amp;nbsp;wisdom&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;was right on most of&amp;nbsp;the time, all of my life some of it's bound to stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I was helping&amp;nbsp;Mom pack up her house, A three bedroom house that she had lived in for over 60 years her Mother had purchased it in 1945. The memories were the hardest part for her. Thankfully&amp;nbsp;all I had to pack were the things she had.&amp;nbsp;She had to pack&amp;nbsp;her memories and&amp;nbsp;said; "It's&amp;nbsp;a good thing I only hold on to the good ones! No baggage to luge around!" We talked about her mother a lot she died before I was born. We&amp;nbsp;talked about&amp;nbsp;how the house has always been&amp;nbsp;referred to as &amp;nbsp;"2932". I asked her if she had any second thoughts? She said "Oh no it's about time I let this go, it's just more house than I need, and now everyone can stop worrying about me falling down the stair's&amp;nbsp;that, I have never&amp;nbsp;falling down in my life but&amp;nbsp;I won't miss them not&amp;nbsp;one bit!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As we were finishing up,&amp;nbsp;Mom stopped and got very quiet and asked me do you think your like me? In some way's kind of&amp;nbsp;in others not so much. Mom your my best friend and I love you very much, but&amp;nbsp;I've got to be me the person I'm&amp;nbsp;meant to be.&amp;nbsp;As long as I have&amp;nbsp;choices I've got to be me, our life's experience are so different&amp;nbsp;from each other, you have been the best teacher I've had and I'm very glad your my Mother. Mom didn't say&amp;nbsp;anything for a while then said "You skipped a generation your more like my Mom then&amp;nbsp;me." She didn't seem unhappy about it. Then she told me; "You&amp;nbsp;listen to everything and mull it over and mix it all up and make it your own." I told her "Yep! that's what makes me the individual you taught me to be, similar maybe just not the same." My Mom and I could and did talk about everything and nothing for hours at a time. I loved that she would tell me something she had told me before and it was exactly the same as&amp;nbsp;the first time she told it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As a child just like most kids I asked my Mom why a lot.&amp;nbsp;Her answer 90% of the time was; what do you think the reason why is? When I wanted to know that a word meant she didn't&amp;nbsp;tell me what she thought or knew it meant. Instead&amp;nbsp;she told me I'm not sure look it up in the dictionary. Telling her I can't spell&amp;nbsp;didn't work, you can read it right? So what's the first letter start from there and read the words until you find that word. So you see&amp;nbsp;she didn't answer my questions or do it for me. Instead she gave me the tools I needed to figure things out for myself, then draw my
