<?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-8664627359079485979</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:28.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Fifty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664627359079485979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeafterfifty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan-sisterhood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04562291459194038380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664627359079485979.post-5308341237166319386</id><published>2007-05-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:26:18.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qoueq79tL7w/Rkh2Y75NBvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qhfto_hAnCA/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064427951744681714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qoueq79tL7w/Rkh2Y75NBvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qhfto_hAnCA/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another Mother's Day comes and goes.  I do have to admit that I got a card from both of my sons plus phone calls  so all is well.  My life has given me a lot of curves but the one sure thing I have had is my two sons and all the pride that comes with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am,  starting another journey in my life.   Oh come on! you have seen it every where,  EAT HEALTHY,  LOSE THAT EXTRA FAT.  The choices go on....   Weight Watchers, Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Simmons&lt;/span&gt;, Atkins, South Beach, Biggest Loser, and on and on and on.  Eating is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; to some and I am one of the people.  I am going on the plan this time that you have to Eat to Live. Now I have quit smoking so I know I can lick this also.   You are invited to come along for the ride.   I started today with a little dance, some oatmeal, and all my pills that I have to take.  (Yes, I am also going to get myself off of all diabetes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; by the time I am done with this)  I have mopped a floor and I continue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about how I gave up so much to take care of my mother, a mother who has told me my whole life how I am going to die at 30 as an old maid.  Well I did get married, to the first man that asked (wonder why) but i lived past 30, and now I take care of my mother who cant even remember me as a kid let alone being married.  All she knows is that when she was 15 years old she was a dancer.   Why do I take care of her  after she treated me like that you ask?  Because I loved my dad, I look at it as doing this for him.    My dad was my hero, he truly loved me unconditionally.   Never did he call me a name, never did he show hate in his actions, my dad loved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you have  a small intro  to my  life.  You will learn more as we go on.  So hang on, the road will be bumpy, and smooth.  I will be  upset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;, happy others   but together we will meet this goal.      I hope to make  new friends on this journey.    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