<?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-6364506672629481253</id><updated>2012-02-07T15:13:51.114-07:00</updated><category term='&quot;Silent Night&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Longmont Book Club  of Longmont, Colorado</title><subtitle type='html'>The Longmont Book Club welcomes readers of all genres, a love of reading and sharing what you've read is the only requirement.  Also showing up at meetings with a desire to talk about what you've read!  Join us for a provocative discussion and maybe meet some great people!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5034948794283131638</id><published>2011-04-14T18:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:20:11.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"People and Post-its"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xivcJWHTMyw/TaebECpYXSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lt62fC8TszI/s1600/fewerpinkpostits.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595611555763346722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xivcJWHTMyw/TaebECpYXSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lt62fC8TszI/s400/fewerpinkpostits.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 days in! My "He-Tox" that is. It may not seem like much but it is huge to me. I also have to say it's already working. The pop-up memories are fewer and the obsessions are less. I highly recommend it. My dear friend has been a loyal supporter and emailed me EVERYDAY with support and words of encouragement to get me through - that's true friendship! She is really someone special , an angel, and I hope I can return the favor someday - not in the form of a He-tox - no way, she won't need one. Just to be as good a friend to her as she has been to me would be quite a feat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, today I'm disgusted with myself for other reasons. I have got absolutely nothing done. I should have just considered myself sick or something and I wouldn't have to feel guilty about it. I'm unsure of my new job and have taken on another that I thought was my dream and it's full of flaws as one would expect if they had their head on straight. I want to be a bird and fly far, far, away. This is the time when I start feeling bad about what the last year and a couple months have dealt me. My identity is gone, my sense of who I am, my place here on the planet, the sense of being someones favorite, all gone...and more. So what do I do? I go to Target. The happy place. It does nothing for me so I move on to Office depot, nothing like office supplies to making me happy and cheer me up. but again, nothing there does it for me. This is a serious case. The only thing to do at this point is to realize it's almost five o'clock and I can check off another day, call it quits, watch the house grow dark around me and hope for a better tomorrow. I'm sure it has to do with seeing other people too. I haven't seen another or spoke to another adult all day. Well, my daughter, but she has a guest and is busy. Isolation is a lonely place and all kinds of vile things happen there. If you know someone who might be isolating or you're wondering why they only come out to get the mail, I'll bet it would mean a lot to have a little chat. That's the only way I ended up having a Christmas Eve. My neighbors saw me getting out of my car (coming back from Target) and asked me what I was doing that night and invited me over. It was lovely. It's those "Angels Among Us" that can be lifesavers. That and a "He-Tox". Truly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-5034948794283131638?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5034948794283131638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5034948794283131638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-and-post-its.html' title='&quot;People and Post-its&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xivcJWHTMyw/TaebECpYXSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lt62fC8TszI/s72-c/fewerpinkpostits.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2645937346500611620</id><published>2011-03-22T08:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:47:01.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Sixty Day He-Tox"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HDb2IdYz3Y/TYoHwbTVCHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LIF0XSdpcNU/s1600/postits.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587286816250464370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HDb2IdYz3Y/TYoHwbTVCHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LIF0XSdpcNU/s400/postits.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm still struggling. But I've got a new plan I am trying from a book than sounds like a good one. "The Sixty Day He-Tox" is the name of the chapter I'm on. I wish I could figure out and explain why, oh why, I still can't recover and move on from a relationship where I was lied to, and cheated on repeatedly, and rejected for a short overweight woman, but I can't. I'm trying everything I can think of. But I keep having what I call "pop-up memories". Like the times I called the cabin and the phone rang and rang and now I know he just ignored my calls. And knowing he drove all the way to Wheatridge to pick her up and take her to Estes Park and then back to Wheatridge. That's a long way! That's motivation! It hurts knowing he was that motivated to see her. I've spent so much time and energy thinking about pop-ups that now I think I need to work on the rejection issue, I want to apologize for the last year plus this has become a personal column but I can't help it and maybe it should be retitled for a while. It has been over a year now and I still can't get it out of my mind or my heart and gut. I realized at the last book club meeting that I think I associate book club with the whole mess because that is when he went to the cabin with his little .. what to call her...? Friday nights and Saturday mornings. He would still call me on those Saturday mornings and tell me not to be nervous about book club because he knew I always was and then call after book club and ask how it went. All this with his girlfriend beside him. What a jerk. He always came home at the usual time. I found out after the whole blow up that his cheating started much earlier than I knew, it went on for well over a year, with many woman. Who wants that? AND he wasn't that special, AND he wasn't that fun. AND I had to tiptoe around him, so what gives? It's the rejection thing. It has to be. So begins the Sixty Day He-Tox. Sixty Days without talking or emailing. He does email me every week, sometimes more than once. He wants to have coffee or lunch. Asked if we could be friends. (What gives with that?) My theory is he wants to see that I'm doing okay so he doesn't have to feel guilty. Someone has told me the best revenge is living well and another said the best revenge is showing up confident and bright and happy as I can possibly express. This would earn me an Oscar but I could do it. Life goes on without him and let him know it. The book goes on to say there is something magical about sixty days. That to trust it - sixty days is the key. If you can stay away for sixty days you'll have him out of your head and heart. The boyfriend in third grade that smelled like egg salad you thought you couldn't live without, well, you're living without him aren't you? So just give it sixty days. That puts me at May 20th. I have made sixty post it notes numbered 1 through 60 and I get to take one down every day. Now, considering we have complicated medical insurance that he pays for (yes, he damn well does, and I get car maintenance perks, damn straight) , there may be contact, but that's it and it's through email and I will try to handle the lousy insurance on my own. But it's not like we own a chinchilla farm together or have six kids thank God! This will happen and I CAN FINALLY GET ON WITH MY LIFE! He will not take book club away from me! That is what it's felt like and I will not let it happen! In a small remark, a moment really, when something was revealed to me as it should have been, my life changed completely. It takes time to get it back in an upright position. Let's hope it's sixty days.. Well, over a year plus sixty days, and get that loser out of my head. Thinking about what he's doing on a Sunday, what they eat for dinner, does he still use the same kind of soap (I'm sure he does, the OCD Freak!) Quit living his life in my head and live in my own - that will mean I'll be free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty, I'll be free at last! Freedom is everything and it comes in many shapes and sizes, never forget it and always cherish it. If it can come in Sixty days it will be an absolute miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2645937346500611620?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2645937346500611620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2645937346500611620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/sixty-day-he-tox.html' title='&quot;The Sixty Day He-Tox&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HDb2IdYz3Y/TYoHwbTVCHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LIF0XSdpcNU/s72-c/postits.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5130246645148972481</id><published>2010-12-28T08:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:18:11.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've Still Got It, Really, I Do!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TRoLMB1dD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gWwX-dE8iI0/s1600/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555765391593901954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TRoLMB1dD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gWwX-dE8iI0/s400/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start this post with a familiar beginning---- I did it! I did it! I made it through Christmas! I had no major meltdown, no evil vengeance, maybe a tear or two and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach , but I got through Christmas with no crisis! For starters I was very busy in December. I had a few health issues to get in before the end of the year (insurance issues, drat!) and my beloved Open House to prepare for, then right after that I got my tonsils out - yes, what most eight year olds are doing, and that kicked my butt for awhile. But, like a Who in Whoville, I felt a warm feeling creeping over me and it was... I think it was... excitement for Christmas! Again I had my children working themselves to a faretheewell trying to make sure Mom was getting a good holiday ("pssst..she's had a bad year") and I let them go with that feeling because Dammit, I had! I can't say I didn't let a sick feeling pass over me now and then with thoughts of last year or years past or even the year I've just been through - who wouldn't -but I've sort of given myself a year to wallow in the mire of muck this has become. Although I know you can't put a time frame on these things, I'm going to rise like a Phoenix and get the hell out of living his life in my head! For crying out loud this is supposed to be a page about a Book Club. Well this Book Club Moderator hasn't been worth her salt and that must change and it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking back on the books we've read in the past year and couldn't help but associate them with "I came to this meeting the same month Bob left?" "How did I manage to do that?" "And this meeting?", "How on earth did I get myself dressed and put on makeup and get myself to Borders for this one?" Well I was able to because although we are there to discuss books, I have made many friends and I have the support of them, having to be there was what has gotten me through the past year - I didn't make it to every meeting. The first two years of LBC I only missed one due to knee surgery. That goes to show you how this has wiped me out. I had that bomb fall on my life. The Red Cross has come in and helped me clean up the mess and things are looking up. I couldn't be more grateful for that and for all my LBC members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-5130246645148972481?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5130246645148972481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5130246645148972481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-still-got-it-really-i-do.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Still Got It, Really, I Do!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TRoLMB1dD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gWwX-dE8iI0/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-623817229396042616</id><published>2010-11-27T09:25:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:46:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wine with my whine, here's to the Holidays!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TPX4OYylnqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HcK99aYBZjU/s1600/boardgame.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545611442233122466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TPX4OYylnqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HcK99aYBZjU/s400/boardgame.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I did it! They said she couldn't do it but indeed I did! I made it through the first holiday without you know who. I have my children to thank for it and a wonderful friend!&lt;br /&gt;They kept me so busy I could even think that maybe someone was missing from the Thanksgiving table and ...there wasn't! It was the Norman Rockwell day I've always wanted and besides a great meal, boardgames were played well into the night . It was beyond my wildest dreams! I think this bodes well for a good Christmas. Things are looking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the next big thing on the agenda is not Christmas, it's the Holiday Open House and what should have begun yesterday will begin today with the transforming of my place into a Christmas wonderland (Ha!). I do enjoy this and hope everyone else does. This one is especially important to me as this year it is MY HOUSE and there is a psychological component that it has about it. I can add a psychological component to anything. But for now &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to say a few things about want I've been thankful for since that seems to be the order of the season, thankful for this past year in spite of all the well...sadness it has also held for me.&lt;/p&gt;1. The book club continues to do well and membership grows even though I've struggled, because all of you have taken up the slack. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I redecorated the house and if I must say so myself I think I did a bang up job - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The outpouring of sympathy I rec'd when my beloved dog, Petal, died, it meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Longmont Florist delivery guy. He's always is a happy surprise - who doesn't love to see him at the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The "my husband dumped for another woman diet" has stuck! At least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As I've said before, my kids. Even though my life has been a mess, they don't seem to hold it&lt;br /&gt;against me or hold me responsible even though it's often inconvenienced them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The fact that I got all the good art! He didn't dare to take it...when you walk away you're saying I don't want/need anything and in my book and that's the price he paid ...yippee for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I know my neighbors now! Mr. Antisocial was holding me back (who knew? He was a "pillar in the community" as he often told me). my neighbors on all sides...we speak to each other and even invite each other over! A new experience for me in the ten years I've lived here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Guilt free dog ownership. I can have one if I want to! Or more cats! (Uh-oh cat lady?) I don't have to answer to anyone about that whole issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least and certainly there are many more...my Kindle. A Christmas gift last year from, yes, him. But I love it and I can down load books I want to read "someday" ...it holds 3,500 for crying out loud! I stroke it's smooth plastic and wrap it in gossamer before placing it on it's velvet pillow before bed. Truly a thing of beauty, a marvel to behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus thought - My Book Club - without it I surely would have gone crazy this year and put a bullet through my brain, I'm thankful I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-623817229396042616?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/623817229396042616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/623817229396042616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/11/wine-with-my-whine-heres-to-holidays.html' title='&quot;Wine with my whine, here&apos;s to the Holidays!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TPX4OYylnqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HcK99aYBZjU/s72-c/boardgame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7681186386128381447</id><published>2010-10-30T09:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:24:21.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"and he's no George Clooney"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TMxGXO6bQ2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nH1fhxZ222c/s1600/bobpacking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533875407085585250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TMxGXO6bQ2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nH1fhxZ222c/s400/bobpacking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TMxF6KlyTSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qot6lxz1m0U/s1600/bgettingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533874907709066530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TMxF6KlyTSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qot6lxz1m0U/s400/bgettingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still writing about my divorce. I keep saying I will stop it. As I was looking for creative inspiration a moment ago I saw the Halloween candy bought for the trick or treaters and thought of how this year I'll be answering the door by myself. BASTARD!! Please hang in there with me reader(s). I will get through this or really try to have a book club tie in. It's been ten months and if only all the Anniversary's would pass and his damn weekly emails. Now those are going to stop. I'm putting a stop to those. What's that all about? And coffee dates? Am I whoring myself out for thirty minutes at Starbucks so he can see that I'm doing sort of okay and he doesn't have to feel guilty? From next week on he will hear from me when I need new tires and my car serviced as it is stated in our agreement for the next three years, (pretty good deal I think!). Book Club tie in, thank goodness for the extra week this month! As I've said and should probably keep to myself, I haven't been able to focus and read the way I used to the last ten months, and I need this week to finish the book which I am liking. I find myself staring off into space rather than reading like I used to. Members are picking great books too. I've really enjoyed the first half of them and it is with shame and remorse that I'm not getting them finished. See, I can say this here as I don't think many of you read this - this can be a test case scenario. I always say I'll go back and finish them and I still want to. I even, like most of you, had a list of my own reading I used to get done in between meetings. Oh how I wish I could get back to that time. BASTARD!! See it keeps coming back. Almost all negative things happening to me or that exist in my life I can relate back to Lying Cheating Bastard. It's just a fact, not me being a bitch. But we move on....I do consider myself so fortunate. I'm not living in some basement apartment. I was able to pay my Vet bills and all other bills for that matter, and still live the way I was used to. Some of that may change soon as our arrangement changes the first of the year. BASTARD!! But I have my home which I do love, and my book club with all it's members that I do love, whether they think I'm a nut case or not. They seem to put up with me and I do try to maintain things with the appearance that I'm not overwhelmed with a divorce (really it's just a legal separation that he wants to keep that way forever - hey! what's with that?!) and keep an illusion alive that I'm getting along just fine. I only need a book club to keep me going, well really it does make all the difference in the world. Now if I would read that book and go to the meeting and hold my head high THAT would make a difference and be a step in living right. BASTARD!!&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/6364506672629481253-7681186386128381447?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7681186386128381447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7681186386128381447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-hes-no-george-clooney.html' title='&quot;and he&apos;s no George Clooney&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TMxGXO6bQ2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/nH1fhxZ222c/s72-c/bobpacking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3934364693796592600</id><published>2010-10-11T12:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:41:27.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a Rose by any other name would be called Petal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TLNfvXs38yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObWxVoOzFSM/s1600/nikonpics+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526866435134452514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TLNfvXs38yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObWxVoOzFSM/s400/nikonpics+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say, if it's not one thing, it's another, and this past Wednesday, I had to put my dear little dog to sleep. When will it ever end. I'm about to hang it up and if it wasn't for the fact that I have a daughter that phones me and expects me to answer periodically and a couple of other kids that think I'm out here on the planet at their beck and call I might have just bagged it right along with Petal. I don't like being totally alone now. Her little clicks of her toenails along the wood floors are greatly missed and her scratching on the door even. Ex husband has already suggested getting another one - I believe to assuage his guilt over leaving me alone - he felt the dog was company enough I guess when he left in January. Well isn't that considerate. No dogs for awhile I think, I'm not ready to replace that sweet faced little thing. My fear at this point is that old adage of things happening in threes and I don't have a third thing to spare - I don't! So I hope it can come from something back a few moves like my computer crashing or losing my dining room set to the lying cheating bastard or something like that...does that qualify? I hope so. The other thing this has created that I didn't expect is a whole other loss of routine... I lost that when Bob left and here again with Petal gone. We got up and went outside and as much as I complained it was nice to greet the day and come in and make coffee. Now there is nothing to make me get up and start that routine. Bob, prior to Petal had a strict OCD routine that was much more involved, but at least it gave my day structure and now I drift. Today I was going to start my new life without dog and I haven't gotten off to a very good beginning. I will try again, with trying to do what I have wanted to do, when I wanted to do it, or go somewhere, but I hated leaving her. I always took her in the car with me and she had a little booster chair. Ahh Freedom! Soon it will feel good I imagine. No more boarding worries when I want to go somewhere. No more finicky eating. Right now I would spoon feed her with my son's silver baby spoon if she were here and it would help. I would drive her around in the car , going nowhere special if she liked it. That little dog was a part of my life that came to me when I really needed her and now maybe I will learn I don't need her and can be alone. Perhaps, I just liked that little dog around for that cute fuzzy face, and there wasn't a cuter face than hers, that loved me no matter what, yea, I think that was it. Goodbye Petal, I miss you so much. May 16, 2007 - October 6, 2010. I didn't get to keep you very long but you'll stay with me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3934364693796592600?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3934364693796592600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3934364693796592600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose-by-any-other-name-would-be-called.html' title='a Rose by any other name would be called Petal'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TLNfvXs38yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ObWxVoOzFSM/s72-c/nikonpics+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1589755560816041763</id><published>2010-10-03T11:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:37:24.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just gettin' by on gettin' by"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TKjCR9TqR3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/K0l0sPSBZhI/s1600/meeyreaffair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523878556740503410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TKjCR9TqR3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/K0l0sPSBZhI/s400/meeyreaffair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes if you wait for creativity and imagination to come before you do something you're waiting an awful long time. So you begin and hope that those things come as you go along. That is what I'm hoping for now. Since my last post there has been much to write about. Book Club musings, and my all time favorite- personal blather. Book Club is still and will always be my baby and something I hope very near to my heart. I hope every month it becomes (or stays) happy and healthy and I think for the most part it has. The biggest problem with it is me. As I have often stated - I have lost the ability to read since January. This activity has been replaced by absently staring off into space. I blame this - you guessed it - on the Lying Cheating Bastard. My mind just wanders and everything reminds me of how I got from there to here and how I will get from here to somewhere else. As one of you told me, "Life is a cinch by the inch but a trial by the mile" and while that may sound corny, it has gotten me through many a moment of grieving. I know I haven't been the same person and I apologize to those I've hurt and lost patience with, and I thank those who have shown me kindness and a handful of hope along the way. But enough philosophizing. It's been nine months now and I'm so grateful that much time has passed, but also can't believe it's been that long as I'm still in shock and amazed at the daily affect it has had on my life. Life goes on whether you want it to or not, there are bills to pay, Dr's appointments, and kids grow and change, and things around the house need repair, pets get sick and decisions have to made that I thought I wouldn't have to do alone. But what I've learned in the last nine months; I'm not alone. The Book Club will survive without me. LBC members are the best people in the world. If I reach out, there are many friends who are there for me if I have the courage to ask for help. I have the ability to know when I'm wrong, in fact, through all of this, it's much easier to admit the small stuff. Life is short. Who knows which way the wind is blowing? I'm still standing every first and third Saturday with an attendance list and reading guide in one hand and my small skinny vanilla latte with one equal in the other and no ones taking those things from me until they can pry them from my cold dead fingers. I hope that's okay..... is that okay? That is okay isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1589755560816041763?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1589755560816041763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1589755560816041763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-gettin-by-on-gettin-by.html' title='&quot;Just gettin&apos; by on gettin&apos; by&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TKjCR9TqR3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/K0l0sPSBZhI/s72-c/meeyreaffair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3318008650679969491</id><published>2010-08-08T17:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:32:40.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's all lighten up a little, shall we?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TF89yBCogNI/AAAAAAAAANo/1CAa0uL7gbk/s1600/boysarms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503185199152267474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TF89yBCogNI/AAAAAAAAANo/1CAa0uL7gbk/s400/boysarms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TF885MogiNI/AAAAAAAAANg/UWzTlupyVdg/s1600/aprilmaybe2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503184223011375314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TF885MogiNI/AAAAAAAAANg/UWzTlupyVdg/s400/aprilmaybe2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little something that alway's cheers me and has even given me goosebumps a time or two. When you're feeling down or just want a reason to smile and motivate yourself to do something big and loud and wonderful, watch this. Of course looking at my kids always cheers me up too..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6364506672629481253-3318008650679969491?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3318008650679969491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3318008650679969491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-all-lighten-up-little-shall-we.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s all lighten up a little, shall we?&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TF89yBCogNI/AAAAAAAAANo/1CAa0uL7gbk/s72-c/boysarms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-107135780269331300</id><published>2010-07-22T08:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:18:35.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"And the World Spins Madly On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TEhciJdRmBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iQvD2dY1HsE/s1600/bobpacking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745086929704978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TEhciJdRmBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iQvD2dY1HsE/s400/bobpacking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa! What a lazy poster I've been. Overwhelmed with life I guess. Not that I'm sitting around in a fetal position, but not taking the time to try to be clever - that takes energy! Let's get up to date on a few things, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've redecorated my upstairs, downstairs is next. Enjoying this project immensely but I don't like watching the $$$ go so quickly, but I figure it's for a good cause - making the house mine - all mine. oh yes - no trace that anyone else ever lived here. I have heard negative comments through the LBC grapevine of disapproval about what I'm doing, but too bad - I'm doing what I want and a few comments from people that hardly know me are not going to sway my life course - egad! If I was that easily manipulated I'd really be a mess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Next up. Book Club back lash; As some of you know I was publicly eviscerated and I didn't take it well. Whether or not I decide to quit my post as moderator is still in the thought process - it may be time for me to step down. It's been a rough year for me and I haven't given it my very , down to the last cell in my body, all as I usually do and so It may be time for somebody else to do so. Although I still enjoy it, I don't need a lot of criticism right now, so to those of you that think the book club is not running in apple pie order - can you do a better job and would you like to apply for my position - let me know by email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Trying to have a life with friends and not be alone and lonely and looking at that empty chair is still a struggle but I'm working on it. I've only made about a dozen major life changes and I need to catch up to them so please bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's enough for the time being. I'm not spending the day in my pajamas, I do get dressed and put on make-up every day. I even was going to the gym until "Tal" got so cranky I switched to water aerobics. Now the weirdness of the LCB (lying cheating bastard) wanting to meet with me for lunch weekly I can't quite file anywhere in my mind of "where did this go wrong and what the hell do you want from me" folder but I'll attempt to find an agenda at least for a while and then I think it's ixnay on the unchlay. Come on - we didn't lunch this much when you didn't have a girlfriend. You're messed up man! The cabin is someone elses and that is a sad thing for me - you traded it in for your groovy LoDo apartment (900 sq ft for $400,000.00 for you and girlfriend to trip with the hip). But you are 65 years old!!!! And you bear absolutely no resemblance to George Clooney! Let me tell the men out there - charm... charm takes you a long way. Charm and a nice shirt. A nice shirt is really good for cleaning up the cat hairballs in the basement too, he's beginning to wonder where they are - wants them before Summer is over. Well, Mick Jagger and I know you can't always get what you want.. but if you try sometimes, you get what you need.... he has plenty of shirts, and I needed some rags for cleaning up hairballs. Thank you for letting me catch up and getting it in writing helps me see what I'm doing and where I'm at. As I've always said LBC members are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-107135780269331300?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/107135780269331300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/107135780269331300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-world-spins-madly-on.html' title='&quot;And the World Spins Madly On&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TEhciJdRmBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iQvD2dY1HsE/s72-c/bobpacking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3371071178793398859</id><published>2010-06-08T19:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:22:48.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"kids, cabins and contracts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TA755MDF_WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmIR2e3lSrE/s1600/630+Highland+Lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480592557438532962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TA755MDF_WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmIR2e3lSrE/s400/630+Highland+Lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say, the more things change the more they stay the same. For years I made the trip to Estes Park to see my boys. It was agony most of the time. There were all sorts of convoluted ways of getting the job done. Having dinner at my ex-house. Trying to take them to a restaurant (like trying to dynamite them off the sofa!). Even trying to share custody of my ex-house - boy was THAT a bad idea! Then at some point it was decided I should rent a cabin so I could spend more time there. This can be done very inexpensively in the off season in Estes Park, so I did. This worked well. Not exactly like I thought it would, but nothing is ever like you think it will be. The boys didn't come by after school for cookies and video games or spend the night or anything crazy like that. It was still me hauling massive amounts of groceries up there and preparing meals for them to eat and take with for later and them leaving and me feeling less guilty. After moving to a nicer rental cabin that we improved to a level of cuteness that I hated to leave behind, it was suggested we purchase our own place. This was terrifying as I had spent fifteen years in this town that weren't very happy, however, is buying real estate a bad idea? I went along with it and it was fun. Finding a cute place and fixing it up was about the only thing my then husband and I ever built together. It worked out great! It was picture perfect inside and out, a dollhouse. The boys came over two nights a week and I made massive amounts of food and they took home (to their "real" home) stacks of gladware leftovers and I was even less guilty than before. They were older now, and so was I. They finally spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with me. Three years in a row! These were almost normal and the best holidays in my memory. But then things changed. Most of you know what changed , but what else has changed is these boys have grown up. The oldest one is gone from May to November and the younger one has a full time Summer job and will go to school in the fall and the need to schlep massive amounts of groceries to the mountains every week no longer exists. All my years of complaining and dreading has finally come to an end and I can stop doing what I've been doing for ten years. Now , of course I'm sad about this. The other thing making absolutely sure this happens is the cabin has been sold. This breaks my heart. It was taken from me before I was ready and for that I'll never forgive him. I tried to buy it. I wanted a family cabin. It was not to be had. Probably better to cut loose and go forward. But damn it was cute! It was mine, mine, mine. Somehow it became his, his, his and I want vengeance! I then remember that the best vengeance is living well and I look at my three beautiful "children" who although they are grown, will always be mine and something that can never be tainted or corrupted, like the cabin was, by someone who is just simply stupid. I know I got the best end of this deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3371071178793398859?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3371071178793398859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3371071178793398859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-cabins-and-contracts.html' title='&quot;kids, cabins and contracts&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/TA755MDF_WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmIR2e3lSrE/s72-c/630+Highland+Lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2782801895277637691</id><published>2010-05-17T15:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:16:39.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Something awaits out yonder - maybe...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S_M6Ord9U7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/3pz8KMR8X6Q/s1600/andys08pics+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472781996046242738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S_M6Ord9U7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/3pz8KMR8X6Q/s400/andys08pics+262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck shall I do next? I've "redone" my house and I'm having you all over the 19th of June after book club - that is if you want to - nobody is forced to come - to show you that I got the "Bob" out! I think I really did it. I still at times wonder who lives here...It doesn't quite feel completely like home yet but it will. I am really trying to get my LBC mojo back and I think I feel that coming on. Words out that I'm looking for a random fling with a random man so that's in the works. "Works" a form of the word "work". I think that is next up. I think I may need to actually work, as in lift a finger, get up on time, figure out what to wear.... oh my, it all sounds overwhelming - I must go get a glass of my daughters famous Sangria to steady the nerves that this whole idea is causing. I was hoping something delightful and creative would find me. Would that be too much to ask? A lot of people work the grapevine, that was my plan. So come on grapevine, grow this direction and give me some direction. I know I don't want to live out my days sitting around here with a cat on my lap, but a very nice cat she is, but work? GACK!!! It's enough to make me cough up a hairball. I know people who do this, work that is, someone the other day at book club mentioned she had worked someplace for 37 years! There is nothing in this world I've done for 37 years except maybe eat, sleep, and breath. How proud I would be to stay somewhere for a length of time. Now I did have an abrupt ending to something not work related that I thought would be a longer term thing, I'm not counting that although I had high hopes there. So this is the time to reinvent myself and make some changes and really get in touch with my inner employee. I think maybe if I live as frugally as possible maybe this work thing wouldn't even have to be an issue. Maybe it's time to call in all the favors - the loans to my kids. Except I told them long ago - I don't loan money. Once I give it to them I consider it gone and just pay it forward. It seems they have taken me seriously. You know, there isn't a big rush, I think I need the Summer to really get in touch with "who am I" and "knowing myself"....! Yes! That's it, what good is all this worry if I don't even know myself? I hope to meet me somewhere in the not too far away future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2782801895277637691?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2782801895277637691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2782801895277637691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-awaits-out-yonder-maybe.html' title='&quot;Something awaits out yonder - maybe....&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S_M6Ord9U7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/3pz8KMR8X6Q/s72-c/andys08pics+262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8505474422376551224</id><published>2010-04-25T16:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:43:26.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surreality doesn't stop this Party Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TTCvwOzZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zY5c3XaOuw/s1600/randy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464224292039216530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TTCvwOzZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zY5c3XaOuw/s400/randy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TOQdukOgI/AAAAAAAAALo/KkxoNGn3YHI/s1600/mynewspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh happy day! Riveting reading from your greatest admirer. As you know I've had Randy painting and I've been purchasing and repurposing  just about everything I have so everything around me feels new and different and hopefully reflects my personality. I really like what I have done. One little problem. It all feels so surreal. I feel like I'm living in a dream. I know I'll look back on 2010 and it will easily be classified as a dream/nightmare. But I will move on. What concerns me more today is "what is my personality and do I even have one anymore?" "Ye Gods!" That's a terrifying thought , I've so piggybacked myself onto someone else for so long I don't even know what my own personality is anymore. Right down to the music I'm listening to right now. I like it, I think. I've stifled myself that I can't even pick out a video without thinking, "is this what you-know-who would want to watch? When he isn't even here to watch it anyway! Julie! Get a life! One area that I always was in charge without interference was book club and especially book club parties! And we have one in May! 3rd Saturdays is having their 3rd anniversary and I hope to come up with something truly mind blowing and unforgettable. I better get busy, it takes months of prep and with all my own life makeover, I've let this take a back seat which is so wrong and I know it! So, if anyone has any ideas, please send them to me and they will be considered and as usual, only the best is good enough for us, the creme de la creme of the book club world of Longmont and the tricounty area. Don't forget - Party Time, May 15th, and a book discussion, yea, a book discussion too.&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/6364506672629481253-8505474422376551224?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8505474422376551224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8505474422376551224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-happy-day-riveting-reading-from-your.html' title='&quot;Surreality doesn&apos;t stop this Party Girl&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TTCvwOzZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zY5c3XaOuw/s72-c/randy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2294565425145369952</id><published>2010-04-07T10:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:31:07.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"In With The New"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TQqbWkVWI/AAAAAAAAALw/TIj6VcC8Z8Q/s1600/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464221675222750562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TQqbWkVWI/AAAAAAAAALw/TIj6VcC8Z8Q/s400/painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S7y9dQiTPGI/AAAAAAAAALg/JzikFY5Vu4s/s1600/mynewspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457445158818888802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S7y9dQiTPGI/AAAAAAAAALg/JzikFY5Vu4s/s400/mynewspace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all three book clubs going great guns I continue to marvel at all the interest it still holds for everyone and I continue to be grateful. Those of you who are always thanking me must remember that it's you that make it happen, I just built it, you came - It's a "Field of Dreams" sort of thing. As I pull myself out of my doldrums a little more everyday it's with the help of my book club friends who saved my life. How could I not feel a huge debt of gratitude and renewed sense of energy to put back into the Most Excellent Longmont Book Club. Okay, enough seriousness.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you must be wondering "what has helped me feel so much better?" Well let me tell you, one thing, I got rid of THE PURPLE WALL . Gone! It's now a lovely shade of Granny Smith apple green, I know some of you might think that is strange but the interesting thing is I was lead to it. After enough samples to paint an entire room, something lead me to this shade and it has revived my soul. I don't know and I'm not going to question it. It has had some kind of effect on me -rearranged my chakras or something. Getting rid of the BOBpurple and all of the stuff that went with it and creating my own space is changing my entire outlook on life. We all need to make things feel like our own. Like a White Sox fan at a Cubbies game you don't want to feel like you're somewhere you don't belong, and I'm starting to feel like I belong here. Strange, after living here for almost ten years it's finally turning into my space. Now, I'm not done or anything - it's still a work in progress, but that's the fun of it. When I'm done I'm having a party and you're all invited! Like the book club, we change a little and we get new people that soon become old timers, and we make little changes in our "rules" but we stay the same people by and large and I am so lucky to have you all to get me through this wall painting business which is another name for divorce. I am keeping his self defense baseball bat handy for something else I have in mind..... maybe a windshield or something a little more fragile, like a kneecap, a person needs to vent their feelings or they get all balled up inside and that's just not healthy!&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/6364506672629481253-2294565425145369952?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2294565425145369952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2294565425145369952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-with-new.html' title='&quot;In With The New&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S9TQqbWkVWI/AAAAAAAAALw/TIj6VcC8Z8Q/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2413028445374082148</id><published>2010-03-09T07:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:40:50.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Making Lemonade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S5ZqqPKNkII/AAAAAAAAALA/tkUZIbKpjDY/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446658073207607426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S5ZqqPKNkII/AAAAAAAAALA/tkUZIbKpjDY/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Blog, Batman! This is so overdo for a new post I am ashamed of myself! With the thousands of readers I have just waiting for something new from me to read, I have been wanting for inspiration but sometimes you have to just shoot from the hip and hope the you are going to make it happen. Wow, what an order to fill! First of all I want to thank all members of the book clubs for bearing with me as I know I have been posting meetings later than usual. You may not even have noticed, but I have. Same with writing the book's synopsis's, late again. But all that is changing. I have been given a new lease on life and am going to change my lackadaisical ways. A new day is about to dawn on this LBC member. The divorce thing just took the wind right out of my sails. Now why should it? From finding out my husband had a girlfrind, to filing for divorce was just a little over six weeks. What is that in a lifetime, really? It will take me longer than that to clear out his side of the closet. And when I do boy howdy will I have a great closet! And now I've decided I deserve new furnishings. Yippee! If he gets to live it up in LoDo, than I'm going to live it up in Longmont! Hey, it could happen! He gets whatever I decide he can have, and I'm keeping the good stuff. Today my brut of a son is coming to help me cart off whatever I decide that is, to a storage unit so I can get on with my life and back to the business of reading. Yes, I'll admit it right here. I have been derelict in my duties besides maintaining websites. I don't think I've read a lick of anything - not even Glamour Magazine - since the bomb dropped on my life. Fortunately, I've already read the books on the lists, but that is changing. My fellow members in their bookish ways have chosen some books long sought after, but not yet read books from my to-do list and I need to get busy! My life shifts and darts and dodges around, but the LBC stays pretty steady and I'm grateful for that, giving me peace where sometimes there isn't any. I've got to remember that, and I've got to remember to keep the good stuff! ( I'm going to hide his black Italian silk shirt though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2413028445374082148?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2413028445374082148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2413028445374082148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-lemonade.html' title='&quot;Making Lemonade&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S5ZqqPKNkII/AAAAAAAAALA/tkUZIbKpjDY/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-726756179319030751</id><published>2010-01-29T08:18:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:01:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Anteater Challenge"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S2MDTi7yGMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4fylUgflOhk/s1600-h/anteater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432189209868900546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S2MDTi7yGMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4fylUgflOhk/s400/anteater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody has played Pac-Man or at least heard of it I hope, if not, read no further because this post is of no interest - maybe of no interest anyway. Well, Anteater is much the same. An Anteater runs through a similar course eating ants trying not to bite off worms accidentally and if bitten by a spider - watch out! Loses a life! Now you get more than one life. Somewhere along the way the Anteater picks up energy as they do in these arcade and video games and gets to keep on going, like the energizer bunny. Lucky for the Anteater. Life is like that for me. I lose a life but somehow get to keep on going - even when I don't want to. Those who know me, know I'm taking a ride I didn't buy a ticket for. I can't stop this train and I want to get off!  The Anteater in the Arcade game once begun, can't turn around and go back to the starting point and begin again either, much as the player would like to and either can I. So we, the anteater and I, muddle through the muck and eat the ants, and get bitten by spiders. In my case, the what I think are witty and clever emails don't get sent, the updates aren't updated, and my reading is way behind. Generally speaking, I fear I need to keep on going like the energizer bunny when I would rather let the batteries die. But, I suppose somewhere along the way, like the Anteater, I'll pick up energy from somewhere and get new life, like an arcade game, and keep moving on and finish the game, if not a winner, at least a finisher. Which at this point is good enough. Starting with "Push" for First Editions" due on the 6th of February then "The Help" which, thankfully, I've read already, &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; picking up some energy I guess, and I move along inch by inch and get 'er done. My challenge, I asked the 3rd Saturday Book Club, was to give me a topic for the Blog. The topic from Laura was "Anteaters", not easy!!  I've exposed my personal life more than usual, oh well... I am what I am and accept me or not, I guess today I'm an Anteater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-726756179319030751?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/726756179319030751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/726756179319030751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/anteater-challenge.html' title='&quot;The Anteater Challenge&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S2MDTi7yGMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4fylUgflOhk/s72-c/anteater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-4107618920694284038</id><published>2010-01-08T02:26:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:29:23.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jon's registered at Target"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0cG_EZ6iVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7QGk_m6QvzI/s1600-h/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424311956775012690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0cG_EZ6iVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7QGk_m6QvzI/s400/bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who knows me five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; knows I like to shop. I also like to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; special and even a-little-better-than-everyday moments. We have had a lot of those in The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Longmont&lt;/span&gt; Book Club I'm happy to report. First that comes to mind is babies! I think April was first with Jack who just turned one, and then Cynthia with Patrick who is almost one I think, and after Thanksgiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Annika&lt;/span&gt; had baby Luna and Denise just had the twins Naomi and Hollis and Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Danine&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt;! Whew! That's a Jr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LBC&lt;/span&gt; right there! I usually like to lunch when I know it's a birthday (not everyone reveals that information - I should ask for it on sign-up day). I was thinking though that others need to be recognized, those that aren't childbearing, we are to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;honored&lt;/span&gt; for "holding it together and bearing up" for at least nine months out of the year as well. I know, after three children of my own, that all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;birthin&lt;/span&gt;' babies is an uncomfortable business to put it politely. Getting through each day for me is sometimes a huge obstacle course! The very fact that I'm vertical and have my make-up on is a God given miracle. So to those of us without a cooing infant, the regular guy and gal, Persona non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grata&lt;/span&gt;, it's time we had a shower for us! When was the last time you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a set of wine glasses just because we know how much you tip it back? In the months to come in 2010 and beyond, lets see if we can spread the baby showers around, we'll call them "buddy showers". And hey! If you're pregnant or planning on becoming so in the near future could you please let me know so I can start baby browsing in bulk? I'm in the mood to go shopping - I can always get vertical and my make-up on for that! (And Congratulations on all those beautiful babies and may they all sleep through every night!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-4107618920694284038?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4107618920694284038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4107618920694284038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/jons-registered-at-target.html' title='&quot;Jon&apos;s registered at Target&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0cG_EZ6iVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7QGk_m6QvzI/s72-c/bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-413651400196294330</id><published>2010-01-04T21:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:24:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Having kids, it does get easier, different, but I think it's a little easier, maybe..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0LIvES3jFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IVVG9dc0Nq4/s1600-h/mykids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117612239785042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0LIvES3jFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IVVG9dc0Nq4/s400/mykids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Cherubs. They always ask "Mom, how's book club?" When I know they don't care. I mean they would care if they knew how incredible we were, they are just trying to be nice to me. I think that is nice of them. I'll give the one in the middle a break. She is actually a member, one of the originals, but she works every Saturday. She does some of my graphic and photo type work if I need it. She took my oh so cute photo for the web page. She's a photographer. This is Christmas Day and it turned out rather nice, (did I mention I got a Kindle?) my kids were fun, and funny, and funny with each other and you realize that even when every other person you see is a women with kids under age five, you can still enjoy these old kids. Even more maybe. Although you never, ever stop worrying about them, when you have these old babies, they can help themselves and help ME, ask ME how I am, get ME another whatever it is I need, they still wrestle and fight like they were five years old and then they sing a three part harmony of "Build Me Up Buttercup". It's a party, a picnic, a zoo and I love it. Of course my life changes every ten minutes. If John cuts his hair any shorter or Andy has another party at the cabin or Lord help me either one of them joins the military or Lynsey takes on any more work, volunteer or paid, I am going to be so mad! Well, the military thing will kill me. I can't adopt them out or spank them or even quit speaking to them as much as I'd like to some times. We're all stuck with each other, that's the beauty of it. And, since you've asked, the book club is going great guns! Come here and I'll show you the web pages, all three, I know you're dying to see them......, then there's the blog..... hey there's your picture.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-413651400196294330?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/413651400196294330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/413651400196294330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-new-moms-it-does-get-easier.html' title='&quot;Having kids, it does get easier, different, but I think it&apos;s a little easier, maybe...&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/S0LIvES3jFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IVVG9dc0Nq4/s72-c/mykids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5358583085016799712</id><published>2009-12-30T17:44:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:05:47.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty to read, turn the TV off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Szv8uzMOfvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lRZ7IXOuZkQ/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421204457416195826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Szv8uzMOfvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lRZ7IXOuZkQ/s400/tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed I had blogged twice about how much I loved my presents. I guess that makes them rank right up there with my Chatty Cathy and my Candy Fashion. But, I need to blather about something different so I will. Right now I'm turning away from an Activia yogurt commercial and wondering why Jamie Lee Curtis, once an A list actress and considered to have the most perfect body in Hollywood, is so excited to talk about her digestive system. Jamie and I are about the same age I think, and I pray this never happens to me. LBC members, if I ever whisper a word about my digestive system I want you to take me by the shoulders, shake me real hard and slap me straight! Another thing, Tiger Woods. Why? You even had me watching golf, the most boring thing on television. But the thing I don't understand and am tired of hearing is "His wife Elin is a beautiful ex model." Would he be more justified in being a big fat lying cheater if she was only average looking? And another thing, thank you to the Hennes for putting Fort Collins on the map and being the &lt;em&gt;number one stupid people in the news story for 2009,&lt;/em&gt; the poor little balloon boy has to live with you for a lifetime and thankfully we will forget you one day. I think I'll go back to my books, they're less offensive. I have &lt;em&gt;"Olive"&lt;/em&gt; finished, "&lt;em&gt;Edgar Sawtelle"&lt;/em&gt; is in the works, &lt;em&gt;"Push"&lt;/em&gt; is a done deal but I'll want to read it again before February, &lt;em&gt;"The Help"&lt;/em&gt; is inked in for February as well. Oh, &lt;em&gt;"The Meadow" &lt;/em&gt;- I haven't started yet, better get busy on that, it's due January 23rd, "&lt;em&gt;Devil in the White City"&lt;/em&gt;, and I already have a May selection from someone, thank you! Entertainment Tonight is about to start and that will take me over the edge, where's the remote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-5358583085016799712?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5358583085016799712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5358583085016799712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/plenty-to-read-turn-tv-off.html' title='Plenty to read, turn the TV off!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Szv8uzMOfvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lRZ7IXOuZkQ/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-350218889560920094</id><published>2009-12-29T12:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:30:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not supposed to have favorites but..,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzpYqYSc51I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0oKAaaFwUKo/s1600-h/kindle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420742586591405906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzpYqYSc51I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0oKAaaFwUKo/s400/kindle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great Christmas! The family! Kids, grandchildren, the tree, a fire in the fireplace, the food, but THE PRESENTS! I got the best presents this year for some reason! I guess either I have been especially good or they felt guilty for what they gave me last year. I was showered with beautiful things that I love. But the mother lode, my favorite, I have to admit is MY NEW KINDLE! It is such a cool little toy. I hope eventually it will become an important tool in my reading. Right now I just want to buy books. It is very cool and I want to stroke it like a mink coat (I oppose fur) but it feels so smooth to the touch and it is as thin as a - thinner than the pencil they compare it to in the advertising and, well I'll have to pass it around at the next meeting. What a fun toy, I mean tool, yes, tool for me and all the reading I have to do. I love books and their covers and the feel of them and all of the arguments you hear regarding ebooks but the fact that I have a dozen of books on this right now and I can carry it in my purse is amazing. AND it syncs with the kindle on my iPhone and I didn't even know it would do that - it just happened! I give it a thumbs up! My other favorite gift? My LBC bookmarks - you'll see those soon too! I am still playing with all my toys. I must have been a good girl or I just got lucky, probably the later, either way - Thanks family and friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-350218889560920094?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/350218889560920094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/350218889560920094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-supposed-to-have-favorites-but.html' title='Not supposed to have favorites but..,'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzpYqYSc51I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0oKAaaFwUKo/s72-c/kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-825569069006244831</id><published>2009-12-26T15:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:40:57.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take down the lights, it's over for another year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzadEZzy_DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vy-g9TYj9MM/s1600-h/c-mastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419691900560145458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzadEZzy_DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vy-g9TYj9MM/s400/c-mastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another  Christmas has come and gone. All that's left is the after  Christmas sales, the remaining company, the holiday for some that had to be delayed and for me the gift I can't seem to find for my daughter than was exceptionally special. Where is it? I've done the whole retracing my steps routine but.., yesterday after all the opening of presents, I asked her, well? and she replied, yes? I said, you didn't get it? and she said , no... and I said, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; did! Where is it! Worse has happened on Christmas Day I'm sure and it will turn up... since this is turning in to a material girls post I may as well say, I got the best presents! And you will see them soon. I LOVE them, they are high gloss and have our logo and byline and everyone will want one - if only they had my picture on it....how cute would they be then? AND...The best part, thank you everyone for rooting for me...I got my Kindle! It is a very fun gadget right now and I hope to make it a very useful tool soon! But seriously the thing on my mind is getting life back to normal. That is usually what I like to do after Christmas. I love it and everything, but I like order and routine and I want to see things back the way I'm used to them, and Book Club is one Big thing that I like having in apple pie order and it has been a fruitcake mess since the beginning of December. Now I enjoyed the Open House- don't get me wrong, but it did shuffle us up a bit and now I'm trying to get us back on an even keel and you all as well. Rumors are flying about Panera Bread being a preferred venue and I like the heart and soul of Borders Books and we will need to deal with that I suppose. So the holidays ruffled feathers in many ways that are best left alone. But we deal with it. Because we can, being so bright and beautiful and all, kind of like Christmas. See you all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-825569069006244831?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/825569069006244831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/825569069006244831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-down-lights-its-over-for-another.html' title='Take down the lights, it&apos;s over for another year....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SzadEZzy_DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vy-g9TYj9MM/s72-c/c-mastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3620915369810734789</id><published>2009-12-10T07:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:36:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Mary full of grace, help me find a parking place..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SyEUz4PhoNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NO8lnXYWCec/s1600-h/johnpics+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631108579434706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SyEUz4PhoNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NO8lnXYWCec/s400/johnpics+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy, what an airport run it was! The weather was snowy, single digit temperatures, worry about flight delays or even cancellations. The Passenger had to be picked up in Estes Park first as if things weren't bad enough. So a phone call to the cabin where the guest, we'll call her "Princess", was staying to inform an earlier pick-up time due to the weather, was the first order of business. Things were off to a bad start on the Longmont end, arguments with the Bob about should the Princesses Host, my son John, ride along requiring another trip back to Estes Park, and in his opinion risking harm to more individuals than necessary in inclement weather. Pish Posh I said, he is a hardy mountain boy I would want along if I was in trouble! Oh what a morning! But this was the least of it. Arriving at the cabin - no one was there? No one was packed for a trip home either. A phone call found Princess to be downtown buying Christmas ornaments. What the ? There's a blizzard raging and we need to leave, we even called ahead to say we were leaving an hour earlier. That hour would even give you time to clean up this mess you made of the place one would think. Moving along.... Returning to cabin, packed, we're on the road and even in Boulder County when Princess in the sweetest way possible asks "can we go to Downtown Denver to Chubbies and get Mexican food to take to my Mom?". Smiling and withholding laughter as best as I can, I say,"You want to take Mexican food to your Mom?". "Yes, I always do." On the airplane?" I respond. "Yes, it's our favorite, you can't get good Mexican food in Houston , well there's this one place, like, it's ya know, Tex-Mex, not really authentic....blah blah blah.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, suffice it to say, my now very accommodating and sweet husband, took the Princess to "Chubbies" - getting off the toll road, through bad weather and closed roads we arrived at DIA with, the Princess , $64 in Mexican food, and our good manners in tact for a 4:55 flight at 4:25. She even got to kiss my son goodbye. I averted my eyes. Sometimes I've just had enough of a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3620915369810734789?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3620915369810734789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3620915369810734789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/hail-mary-full-of-grace-help-me-find.html' title='Hail Mary full of grace, help me find a parking place...&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SyEUz4PhoNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NO8lnXYWCec/s72-c/johnpics+101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7920599286524769276</id><published>2009-12-07T22:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:20:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's the Spirit!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sx3v-fj497I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCsBuvKVIdA/s1600-h/Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412746184072165298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sx3v-fj497I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCsBuvKVIdA/s400/Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Longmont Book Club(s) had a lovely Holiday Open House. I'll say that even though it was at my house. I can say that because the people that came made it so lovely and special. The group of people belonging to that book club are really top notch! I can't imagine if I was to go out and pluck 40 people off the street they would be as entertaining and as intelligent and creative thinking, and fun! But they must be! This is a random group to some extent, right? Or is the LBC like a people magnet drawing only the best, the brightest and the beautiful as I always say? You know I think you guys think I say these things to be funny but I'm on to something... To the Best the brightest and the beautiful! Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7920599286524769276?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7920599286524769276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7920599286524769276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-spirit.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s the Spirit!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sx3v-fj497I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCsBuvKVIdA/s72-c/Aaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3733555197599638571</id><published>2009-11-26T16:22:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:47:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Blue For Black Friday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sw9j36NfXlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGPBIpccjWc/s1600/blkfriday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408651489665048146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sw9j36NfXlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGPBIpccjWc/s400/blkfriday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like a Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. And every year I keep trying to have one. I come very close to perfection with the kids, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, the food is great, and here we sit in a cozy cabin in Estes Park. What more could you ask for? After writing about missing Thanksgiving especially. Well I will tell you what I want now --- there is always something out there I want - Black Friday! I have never been "home" or available for retail on Black Friday and dang, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itchin&lt;/span&gt;' to snag some bargains! To even sneak some of those low priced goodies for myself. To read my favorite "book" that comes out tomorrow - the Target ad! Many times I've not even been close to a newspaper. I feel what it must be like to quit smoking or worse! I need to see those circulars! What am I missing? I'll let you in on a secret. The rush to Christmas that I whined about being such a terrible thing, &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; kick start my shopping early and I'm almost done. I want more! I want to be standing in line at 4AM at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt; for something I don't even know what it is yet! My daughter and I could make a list, a road map of sorts, where to go, in what order, who opens first and where's the best stuff? Maybe she should get in one line and I in another? This could be a Christmas miracle for me. I was able to do it with out missing Thanksgiving. So maybe this early start isn't so bad. I did finally see the generic Thanksgiving commercial. Now Christmas will come and I'll be ready, and I imagine I'll do it all without getting involved with Black Friday. I'll turn my attention to something else. I can focus on the once a year, not to be missed Holiday Open House for the Best, the Brightest, and the Beautiful. Our Book Club members. I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shootin&lt;/span&gt;' for a Norman Rockwell Open House, did he paint one of those? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3733555197599638571?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3733555197599638571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3733555197599638571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue-for-black-friday.html' title='&apos;Blue For Black Friday&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sw9j36NfXlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGPBIpccjWc/s72-c/blkfriday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1054130200199828018</id><published>2009-11-13T11:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:25:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Missing Thanksgiving!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sv2yX-EPKRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lvt8PE4JZkc/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403671252781967634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sv2yX-EPKRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lvt8PE4JZkc/s400/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I covered Halloween, but this is serious. Where is Thanksgiving this year? This is the first time I've ever noticed it's complete disappearance. I haven't seen a single commercial for a Butterball Turkey. The Rockwell family gathered around and those boys fighting over the last crescent roll. We truly did jump straight from Halloween to Christmas with nary a gobble. Now there are some things I like about it, I have to admit. I fell into their trap. It's hypnotized me into a state of thinking I need to shop. So I've already started my Christmas shopping - early. But when I walked into Target a week ago and they had snowflakes plastered on their windows and Merry Christmas written on them I was thinking " Shame on you!". I could hop on the Merry-Go-Round and go for the Christmas ring and make Thanksgiving a glitch in the week, but something won't let me. I like Thanksgiving. For one thing it gives me a trial run at the turkey again. But I like the family around without the fuss and gimme presents that goes with Christmas. Fortunately my kids have outgrown that gimme stage. But I put a lot of pressure on myself to have the perfect Dickens Christmas. It's a lot of work but I don't want to change anything. Thanksgiving really does make me feel thankful for my family and for making it through another year and taking stock that life is pretty good. I need that right before the Christmas race starts, I think we all do. So come on Network Television, put that Butterball turkey ad on and those boys fighting over that last Pillsbury crescent roll (relax, we know mom has more in the kitchen!) and let us make that grocery list and plan a time with our people. Then we can race to the finish line for the perfect Christmas, the tree, trimmings, meal, gifts, and most of all some time with the people you care about that you just saw a month ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1054130200199828018?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1054130200199828018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1054130200199828018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-thanksgiving.html' title='&quot;Missing Thanksgiving!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sv2yX-EPKRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lvt8PE4JZkc/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3034170549455386182</id><published>2009-11-08T17:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:02:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A 5 Star Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SveUYUxHPEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gSBp8xU2ffE/s1600-h/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401949423666674754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SveUYUxHPEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gSBp8xU2ffE/s400/salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I must say we had a great meeting on Saturday! What a great group of people to spend time with and I consider myself lucky to get to do so! A good book discussion, Two mini "Happy Birthday party's for Nan and Maxine with a fun lunch at Oskar Blues. I give Oskar Blues ...... how many stars shall I give Oskar Blues? I was facing the wall. Like four feet from it......., not their fault, I think the atmosphere was fun, I heard laughter coming from outside our table. I'll give them five stars for atmosphere. The wall in front of me was pleasant enough to look at. But it was still a wall, so let's sit on that a minute. The menu was fun bar food and what I ordered was yummy. But I ordered a Turkey Roll-Up, it was good but I wouldn't have ordered it if there had been what I consider to be a good salad on the menu. Oddball salad menu, I'm not hard to please in that department. Don't get the wrong idea! They probably had salads you might like! So do I give them + stars for the Turkey Roll-Up or - stars for the sub par salad menu? So, where are we? We started with 5, minus oh, half a star (I'll be nice) for staring at the wall. Not everyone can face the direction they want to. Subtract a whole star for the lacking salad selection - that's fair I think. Service was a bit slow but they just opened, have a new wait staff, it was the busy lunch hour, all the excuses, I mean reasons. We're now at 3.5 stars. But wait! I had a great time! I really liked what I had to eat, I enjoyed the whole experience although I'm sure it was enhanced completely by my dining companions. &lt;em&gt;So what's with the star system?&lt;/em&gt; We have it in the book club. I even pay attention to it and get all happy and excited when things are running straight fives for a day after the meeting. Then maybe someone will rate the meeting and the rating dips to an &lt;em&gt;OMG 4.86!&lt;/em&gt; What did I do wrong! Did I let the meeting run amok? Was there inadequate lighting? Was a member unruly and I didn't rule? How did I lose those .14 points? I want them back! I want a perfect meeting! I want to know who, I want to know what, I want to know where did I go wrong? It's frightening and just plain unhealthy. So I spank my inner brat and tell myself that Oskar Blues can have a line of people waiting to get in , waiting to order a sub par salad and face the wall while eating it and it's the hottest spot in town. They do this with out being a perfect 5. The LBC meetings may never get a perfect 5, I think the book club has never gotten a mark as lowly as a 3.5 (how humiliating, I'd shut it down!) so according to my math and maybe even Gerty's, that makes us the hottest thing in town! So I forgot for a minute ..... I'm all better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3034170549455386182?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3034170549455386182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3034170549455386182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-star-day.html' title='&quot;A 5 Star Day&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SveUYUxHPEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gSBp8xU2ffE/s72-c/salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8633319228655114036</id><published>2009-11-06T07:41:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:21:14.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sneaking Around"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SvRKy4pmtSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/briLokmbNVY/s1600-h/sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024091184870690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SvRKy4pmtSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/briLokmbNVY/s400/sneakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a person in my life. Her name is Tal. She is from Israel. She is cute, I enjoy her accent and speech patterns and tend to imitate them when we are together, twice a week. I tend to imitate any accent I hear, I get a huge kick out of that but perhaps the person with the accent doesn't, HHhmmm, note to self...., consider this. Well Tal, has gotten a little high and mighty. I made an appointment with Gerty (member in good standing) to discuss important book club business, over lunch at one o'clock. Now Gerty, if you don't know this, is a Mathematician of the highest order. And if you don't know this, it has gotten to the point that we need a mathematician of the highest order to figure out who gets a turn in book club picking out a book. There are only twelve picks a year. I want new members to get a chance, but longtime (members in good standing) haven't had a chance in over a year! What is fair? So I gave Gerty a list of all members, told her how I was working in the new people and gave her time to study this. I was pleased she agreed it was a difficult issue. This is where Tal comes is. She is a whip-cracking ball buster who makes me do athletic things I'd rather not. When I emailed her and told her I had confused my appointments and needed to reschedule, (Of course I didn't tell her it was lunch with Gerty (member in good standing)! She had the nerve to tell me no! I was to be there at one o'clock sharp! Now very few people get away with telling me no. In fact I can't think of anyone at the moment. Least of all Tal! But she has got me! I can't tell her I'm sick now! I don't want to spend a tortuous hour with her and be a brat! That vile woman! The choices I have to make are almost to much to bear! Book Club chat lunch with Gerty (member in good standing) or beaten by Tal for an hour! Life is so unfair and why do all the worst things happen to me (sarcasm)? Tal is mean and I hate her! I think I'll barf on her Nikes! I am going to pout my way through that hour and she will rue the day she said "no" to Julie Masterson! Unless I can come up with something before one o'clock....... anyone? anyone? Email me quickly @ &lt;a href="mailto:jmasterson7@yahoo.com"&gt;jmasterson7@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8633319228655114036?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8633319228655114036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8633319228655114036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/sneaking-around.html' title='&quot;Sneaking Around&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SvRKy4pmtSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/briLokmbNVY/s72-c/sneakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6515095103225325526</id><published>2009-11-01T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:35:48.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's a Darth Moll in the background in case you were wondering..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-kl4hfYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z42GkHNoY24/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251432885026178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-kl4hfYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z42GkHNoY24/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6364506672629481253-6515095103225325526?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6515095103225325526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6515095103225325526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s a Darth Moll in the background in case you were wondering...&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-kl4hfYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z42GkHNoY24/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9215986636522785878</id><published>2009-11-01T13:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:01:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Shy Superman!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-PrQgCfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iSD51mxv6PY/s1600-h/shysuperman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251073550518770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-PrQgCfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iSD51mxv6PY/s400/shysuperman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened to Halloween? I do all the things I'm supposed to do. I spend way to much time trying to decide what kind of candy the little kids will want this year. Will I have good candy? What will they think of my candy? I put it in a festive dish buy the front door. I leave on my porch light. My two favorite trick or treaters come by early - Maddox and Nate. Who/what is a "Darth Moll"? A Star Wars guy? That was one, and good old standard Superman was the other. And I hate to say this..., that was it. Two. As in 2. 1 + 1. Other than my two blood relative Grandsons, I was SHUT OUT! What if, I was thinking, it's assumed that me and my surrounding neighbors are considered old and the kids don't bother with us? They all think I went to bed at 8:30? Living in a Town house area surrounded by houses with young families, we are the older folks. We are mostly couples, no kids. That is a logical assumption, but I'm not going down that road today. Or tomorrow either. I'll take the two I had over the whole neighborhood. What more could you ask for than your own Darth Moll and Superman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9215986636522785878?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9215986636522785878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9215986636522785878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-shy-superman.html' title='&quot;My Shy Superman!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su3-PrQgCfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iSD51mxv6PY/s72-c/shysuperman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-462591967688625978</id><published>2009-10-28T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:19:56.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mama said there'd be day's like this...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Suhu8KnNRmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dZkJb90uADY/s1600-h/cabinsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686133323548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Suhu8KnNRmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dZkJb90uADY/s400/cabinsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days just lend themselves to hunkering down with a good book. This is one of those days. I have several to chose from, with all the Most Excellent Book Groups we have with the book choices and not to mention reading my phone........ so I'm going to start some soup simmering and snuggle in with my bff (doggie) and do the only thing this day expects of me. Oh no! Snow plow just went by - expectations of me just increased! We'll ignore that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-462591967688625978?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/462591967688625978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/462591967688625978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/mama-said-thered-be-days-like-this.html' title='&quot;Mama said there&apos;d be day&apos;s like this....&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Suhu8KnNRmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dZkJb90uADY/s72-c/cabinsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8830275441765937837</id><published>2009-10-26T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:25:08.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuhwVX703JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8HNlV68ynKI/s1600-h/johnsofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397687665908046994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuhwVX703JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8HNlV68ynKI/s400/johnsofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently the third Saturday group read &lt;u&gt;She Got up off the Couch&lt;/u&gt; by Haven Kimmel. For some reason I cannot stop thinking about this book or maybe it is the book club discussion I can't stop thinking about. Either way, I feel there are things about this book I want to discuss further and my husband, son and dog have no interest in talking about it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest sticking point for me is that I found this book very funny, laugh out loud funny in some parts. However, there was a portion of the members at book club who did not find the book funny at all. I ask myself am I insensitive, did I miss the point, is my sense of humor gone? Zippy is a fun and interesting character. In some parts I thought I was reading my own biography. In other parts I wished I had been as daring and sassy as Zippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point I want to discuss is how other people related to the book in a less serious way. What I mean is not that many of us are from humble beginnings or challenging families of origin but that most of us grew up at a time when as children we could roam a bit. Personally, I would often leave the house in the mornings and return only for meals. I would wonder in the woods, crash at friends houses, swim in the one above ground swimming pool in the neighborhood, play in the cow pasture, ride my bike everywhere, and come home covered head to toe in dirt. And no one wondered where I was or looked for me. I loved it. I was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other key ingredient to this book was Zippy's relationships in the community. I loved her tales about adventures with friends. I had a childhood friend just like Rose. She was perfect and her family seemed perfect. It never occurred to me to be jealous of her; I only felt love and admiration. It also never occurred to me to ask why my friends's parents always so willingly allowed me to come spend the nights at their house instead of their children coming to mine. I preferred it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the thing I loved about this book was the tone of the book was one of a child experiencing her life with only a small amount of adult perspective. So often it seems memoirs written about difficult childhoods are just depressing (don't get me wrong, I love to read a morose story about a bad childhood). But I appreciate that this story is funny and made me reflect on the happy times of my childhood. And a take away message that where we end up is not completely determined by where we start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8830275441765937837?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8830275441765937837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8830275441765937837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/zippy.html' title='Zippy'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280073071155896026</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuhwVX703JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8HNlV68ynKI/s72-c/johnsofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9061863558618757782</id><published>2009-10-25T09:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:30:56.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Kill a Mockingbird" is a "Disgrace"and that's no "Catch 22" I have no idea what I'm supposed to be reading.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SufVhV2VyZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w7dJLE53BeM/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397517447204293010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SufVhV2VyZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w7dJLE53BeM/s400/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off my schedule. Saturday would mark the day when I should begin reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" with gusto. Well, wait a second, I started it earlier and took a break and read something else (off list!). I've hit a wall I'm afraid. I found a book I'm loving and I'm not wanting to read book club books for now and this is the first time this has happened. I've been a good girl up to now. For 18 months I read the book I was supposed to and honestly with everything else in my life I rarely had time for another. Book Club #2 came along and I squeezed that one in. Now I never get to read something I just pick out myself. I'm not the speed reader some of you are, and I have a complicated lifestyle that doesn't allow a lot of time for reading these days (It used to). So back in June we read The "Elegance of the Hedgehog", and group #1 read it in August, thereby freeing up reading time for &lt;em&gt;a book of my own choice&lt;/em&gt;. The joy! The sheer delight of it! It spoiled me. I listen to you speak of all the books you read and I envy you. Now I am having trouble jumping back on the Book Club wagon. I must. "To Kill a Mockingbird" is considered the best book ever written in a book poll of the librarians of the United States. Did you know that? I've read it before, seen the movie umpteen times and absolutely love it. But I discovered a - hold on here - you've seen the commercials...there are more that 85, 000 aps for an iPhone and one of them is Kindle. That reading thing - I don't even know what to call it exactly. But I'm not even caught up in reading a book - I'm reading my phone right now, and I better hurry. First Editions meets in two weeks and I better be ready for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9061863558618757782?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9061863558618757782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9061863558618757782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-kill-mockingbird-is-disgraceand.html' title='&quot;To Kill a Mockingbird&quot; is a &quot;Disgrace&quot;and that&apos;s no &quot;Catch 22&quot; I have no idea what I&apos;m supposed to be reading.....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SufVhV2VyZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w7dJLE53BeM/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5131285836933591321</id><published>2009-10-23T15:27:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:21:42.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can't find anything to read?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su4X9MrQFxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zTuZ-xSEmMk/s1600-h/cleartreeaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279343405897490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su4X9MrQFxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zTuZ-xSEmMk/s400/cleartreeaisle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many great book titles emailed to me I was going to print them all here to have space for them all. But changed my mind. I thought more of you would read an email and get to see what each other reads. There are more books here that I haven't read, than I have. That is why I am the organizer and you guys are the members. I procure a venue and gather a crowd, and you people read the best books! So here is a partial list on the side bar of what you folks have sent me so far. Many of you have love for the same classics - &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt; being a number one pick among most, and there were many I had never heard of, but plan to look for. There is a lot of great reading here and we should never have to say I can't find anything to read! There are still lots of beautiful days left, grab a book and a place outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6364506672629481253-5131285836933591321?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5131285836933591321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5131285836933591321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-find-anything-to-read.html' title='&quot;Can&apos;t find anything to read?&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Su4X9MrQFxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zTuZ-xSEmMk/s72-c/cleartreeaisle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8508319886258463090</id><published>2009-10-22T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:11:38.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"If Lyn can do it, in the wind on an iPhone, so can I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuG5Hr7_1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zwVGThvDQVw/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395797370271159474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuG5Hr7_1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zwVGThvDQVw/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a special late afternoon it was for me! I got an invitation (generic email) to join the Steven Colbert Forum whatever it would be called and I wanted in on it! I filled out the form. Everything was going swimmingly...until the section where I had to put in my password. It insisted I didn't know it. It insisted over and over until I wasn't sure myself. I then tried to join using a different email address. I became obsessed with this inability to remember my password. I tried every password I could possibly have used. I failed my security question. It was now dinner time. I quickly threw something together and my husband ate it. Success! Ever onward! The quest wasn't over yet. I was more determined than ever. I spelled my password so many times I 'm not sure I could spell my name if I had to. It became a situation of is my first name my last, my last my first? My password my username? My username my maiden name? By 8:00 I was fried and I decided Steven Colbert didn't deserve me. At least not today. But tomorrow I begin anew. I will not be brought down by this password battle. I will be one of Steven Colbert millions of minions and proud of it. All I need is the right password. Then there is probably the secret handshake and the pledge. If anyone knows this please email me with it - and my password - please tell me my password - I want in this club dang it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8508319886258463090?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8508319886258463090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8508319886258463090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-lyn-can-do-it-in-wind-on-iphone-so.html' title='&quot;If Lyn can do it, in the wind on an iPhone, so can I&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuG5Hr7_1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zwVGThvDQVw/s72-c/IMG_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1297318381190566509</id><published>2009-10-22T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:59:18.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yikes! Only one of these is on the reading list!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuCuYDVr8FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oDlcty79G48/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395504081826213970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuCuYDVr8FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oDlcty79G48/s400/photo%5B1%5D+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great response we're getting from people and their favorite books! I've read many, but there are a lot I can't wait to read and have never heard of. I hope I can stretch time, as my Mother used to say, and find the time to read them all. The problem with book club, and it's a big one , is there are only twelve months in a year - only twelve chances to pick something wonderful to read. That's why I suggest you join as many groups as you can, to get in as many books as you can read in a month, and still get in your own personal list (pile by the side of your bed) read. It isn't easy, but we must get it done as our quest for the written word grows, so does this pile by my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1297318381190566509?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1297318381190566509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1297318381190566509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-great-response-were-getting-from.html' title='&quot;Yikes! Only one of these is on the reading list!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SuCuYDVr8FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oDlcty79G48/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5036268605041247341</id><published>2009-10-19T10:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:38:24.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnivore's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/St3LPYS7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WTcAp6MUL_g/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691393740039346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/St3LPYS7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WTcAp6MUL_g/s400/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/St1L-ObLATI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bATauBA0fwI/s1600-h/iphonepics+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has one of the book club selections had a strong enough impact on you to lead to changes in your life or behavior? The recent selection, &lt;u&gt;Animal Vegetable Miracle&lt;/u&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver had an impact on my life. When I first saw the selection I thought it would be a preachy book about how we should all love the earth more. I was expecting a far left fanatical book that would leave me resentful. Instead I found an informative and easy to read book that I thoroughly enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Kingsolver's book, I read Michael Pollan's &lt;u&gt;Omnivore's Dilemma&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/u&gt; on the suggestion of Aaron. I found both books much better than Kingsolver's book. The stories in the books were more interesting and the information about the food industry was more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did this change my life? My family eats differently now. Before, I never bought organic and I ate whatever animal products I wanted. I did not think much about the source of my food (other than I got it at King Soopers). Also, it never occurred to me to think about how my purchasing decisions could impact the food industry. Really, I just wanted the least expensive food that still tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading these books my goal is now to have at least 50 percent of my family's food be organic and/or local food sources. Almost all animal products in our home are now organic and/or local. I get our meats from Rocky Plains and buy organic milk and eggs. Also I used the farmer's markets way more this summer and make most of my son's baby food from the vegetables there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some may say, 50 percent, that isn't very good. But I believe in moderation in all things: thoughts, beliefs, politics, religion, exercise, finances, and yes the food I eat. For me the Kingsolver book club selection created a lasting change in the way I think about food. I am happy to have discovered a new way to look at the world.&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/6364506672629481253-5036268605041247341?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5036268605041247341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5036268605041247341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/omnivores-dilemma.html' title='Omnivore&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280073071155896026</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/St3LPYS7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WTcAp6MUL_g/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3437841356407254566</id><published>2009-10-17T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:27:13.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>""Tiki Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpSppt35zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6Q7WAn3m1MY/s1600-h/tikihut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393714379255965490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpSppt35zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6Q7WAn3m1MY/s400/tikihut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a meeting of a different sort. A lot of late cancellations. A book that, while we liked the subject and thought it well written, left us dry and as dusty as the writer who hitchhiked across the 7.000 miles of Australian Outback. But it was a shoot from the hip, sort of time that I have occasionally and I guess I get to have one of those every now and then. A totally unorganized meeting. You see, we had a present to give Annika, for her baby that is on it's way. Sounds simple doesn't it? Well, it isn't as it turns out. We (Jon, our party planner and I) wanted to spice things up a bit, and then I didn't know what order to have things, and of course we always want it to be a surprise..... Pretty soon there were doilies all over the table, Jon insisted there be doilies, and he brought great chocolate, and I brought his next demand which became a craft project of sorts - tiki huts - personal take home size. Then there was the gift unveiling. Fun, fun, fun. Book discussion! The reason we're there, remember? Whew! We of the Longmont Book Club are nothing if not party people. We take an oath to never pass up an opportunity to have a good time/meeting! Tiki time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3437841356407254566?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3437841356407254566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3437841356407254566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiki-time.html' title='&quot;&quot;Tiki Time&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpSppt35zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6Q7WAn3m1MY/s72-c/tikihut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-4841738789546377468</id><published>2009-10-16T16:50:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:11:38.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"We'll Call It My Pet Project"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpO7avYKfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OhhxzLnIunQ/s1600-h/standbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393710286426876402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpO7avYKfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OhhxzLnIunQ/s400/standbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StkN045FjHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ctGuqbfnmDM/s1600-h/babythingsdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Book Club Day" tomorrow. I've been preparing for some time now. This one is particularly special. I can say why because I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog, so I can say almost whatever I want to and no one will see it. What freedom! Our member in good standing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Annika&lt;/span&gt;, is very pregnant and we are giving her a baby gift tomorrow and she doesn't know this. I try to keep it a surprise. In fact if she or someone who reads this and knows her - keep it a surprise but tell her to come to Book Club. As usual I now have the fear she won't feel good, as pregnant women tend to do, and won't come tomorrow. This time has been made even better with the help of Jon, Our newly elect Official Party Planner. He has had a lot more input than I ever expected he would want to have (to say the least), and I have been running around trying to keep up with his demands. Of course he is the one I delegated this to, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HHhmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; not right here..... there is a backwards thing going on...... Later on I'll print out a "guest list" try and find a reading guide or something like it online and print it out. I'll wrap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Annikas&lt;/span&gt; presents which have all been personalized with a certain book club "something". If you've ever received one you know what I mean. I'll type up our notes and announcements of which there are many, but we just don't have time for all of this and still have a meeting! I have reports of members behaving badly! A scantily dressed woman, a picture from the paper, just might be a book club member - needs further investigation, and an "ales for females" article, just who is on the membership list of this organization? Definitely needs looking into. Note to self - check with Alan on this. Much goes on behind the scenes. These meetings just don't happen by themselves! So it's my "Book Club Friday" and a special one with a party planned. See? I have a life!&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/6364506672629481253-4841738789546377468?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4841738789546377468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4841738789546377468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-call-it-my-pet-project.html' title='&quot;We&apos;ll Call It My Pet Project&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StpO7avYKfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OhhxzLnIunQ/s72-c/standbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-4715099684222259888</id><published>2009-10-10T14:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:51:24.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Too Hot and Icky"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StDzInqY9WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mMptgsurQcI/s1600-h/andys08pics+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391076083373765986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StDzInqY9WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mMptgsurQcI/s400/andys08pics+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I like something that is an odd thing to "like". Like really hot Mexican food. So hot you practically can't taste the food, only the "hot". Sort of like something is so ugly it's cute. Well, it can be that way with a book sometimes. Sometimes I can really "like" a book that is really a bad story. A story of violence or war or hunger and poverty. I don't think that makes it a bad book. One of the books coming up soon, "Disgrace" is written by an pretty hot author right now. J.M. Coetzee. He's been around a long time, but is getting a lot of notice lately. Disgrace is not a nice story, and the male lead can be decided by the reader what they think of him, that's not the point. But when I first started reading it, what first came to my mind, even though it's nowhere in the beginning of the book was "oh yea, people are living in cardboard boxes in South Africa..." I think every now and then we need to be reminded of things like that.  It wasn't violent or perverse but it was probably a negative I needed to have in my head, at least for a while.  I need to remember there are people that live in cardboard boxes, as a way of life in South Africa, in Longmont they have the luxury of living in them just in the winter. So if you think a book is just "too negative" or "awful" to have in your head - maybe you need a kick-start in your head for a reason.  I'm not saying what it is or even if you do, just to consider it for a moment before you rule it out, maybe there's a reason it's been put out there for you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-4715099684222259888?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4715099684222259888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4715099684222259888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-hot-and-icky.html' title='&quot;Too Hot and Icky&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StDzInqY9WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mMptgsurQcI/s72-c/andys08pics+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7015053034541666715</id><published>2009-10-09T15:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:14:58.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StD5Pwzz2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-agpwFFFME/s1600-h/april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391082803158047010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StD5Pwzz2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-agpwFFFME/s400/april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie offered me the opportunity to add posts to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Longmont&lt;/span&gt; Book Club blog. I am very excited to add to the discussion! Since Julie is an expert and offers wonderful insights on her life and the goings on of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bookclub&lt;/span&gt; members in her posts, I think I will try to stick to the topic of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not know me, I am April Driver and am a member of the third Saturday group. In December my first child was born, a son named Jack. He is now nine months old and is into everything. I am married to Christian and live in Erie. We moved to Colorado five years ago. I love the Colorado summers but as the fall rolls in I miss my South Carolina native land with its warmer climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read. It is really my only hobby and I will read almost anything. My two favorite books are &lt;u&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;In Cold Blood.&lt;/u&gt; A few of my other favorites are: The Red Tent, The Road, Charlotte's Web, The Glass Castle, and anything by Dorthea Benton Frank. I could list at least 20 more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy being a part of the book club and all the varying opinions on life and books that are discussed. If anyone is up for it, I think it would be fun to continue those discussions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to future posts. If anyone has any suggestions of topics you would like to see covered, please post your ideas in the comment section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7015053034541666715?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7015053034541666715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7015053034541666715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-blogger.html' title='Another Blogger?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280073071155896026</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/StD5Pwzz2SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-agpwFFFME/s72-c/april.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6575017097028376087</id><published>2009-10-06T20:20:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:02:08.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good For A Laugh!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SswEELsjllI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6LQXXG1c5E/s1600-h/HPIM1910%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389687323961300562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SswEELsjllI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6LQXXG1c5E/s400/HPIM1910%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old friend found me on facebook. An &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; friend. It's really scary. I knew him when we were both in our early twenties. Now our age has doubled and fortunately, while my IQ is probably the same, Charlie may have lost a few brain cells. Don't get me wrong, he was a blast, still is, probably. The picture you are looking at is one of the funniest people I know, and I know a lot of really funny people. I worked in radio, writing commercials. Some of the funniest people are found there too. But Charlie could always make me laugh, and that was my favorite thing about him. A friend who can do that is someone really special. Hang on to them for life! So, I hung around with Charlie, this was before he looked like Jeremiah Johnson - I just killed a bear- Mountain Man. For a couple of years we had a great time. But the problem was he started looking like - "I just smoked too much weed" - so I moved on. Then he found Jesus (not that there's anything wrong with that) and became a fundamentalist Minister and got married to a sweet young girl from Iowa, and started having children with Biblical names and schooling them at home. He would call me every couple of years, this is how I know this. He always said, and I love this part, "You are the standard I measure all woman against". Every time he called he had another baby on the way. Every couple of years another baby on the way.... so that means, are you counting with me? The man in the picture who is about my age is about to have his 9th child. His youngest is 4. Imagine me, with a 4 year-old. I can imagine me with a 3 year-old. His name is Nate and he is my Grandson. Now he isn't a Minister any more, he's moved on to other things. The last time I talked to Charlie I asked him, he with the baby due in November, if he was going to have any more. He said, oh, yea, whatever the Lord wants... AARRGGHH!! This is not my business, thank the Lord, but it still makes me go AARRGGHH!! I guess there's a reason I moved on, I wasn't built to be the mother of nine children, THAT I know for sure! But he really made me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-6575017097028376087?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6575017097028376087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6575017097028376087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-friend-found-me-on-facebook.html' title='&quot;Good For A Laugh!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SswEELsjllI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6LQXXG1c5E/s72-c/HPIM1910%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2016934761527914743</id><published>2009-10-02T18:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:44:21.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"First Editions Has a First Anniversary!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Ssf8ZqXJe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/7t1E36cD_bg/s1600-h/1steditions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388552996970396482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Ssf8ZqXJe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/7t1E36cD_bg/s400/1steditions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first Anniversary party for the &lt;em&gt;First Editions&lt;/em&gt; and I get excited about that kind of thing! To think that an off shoot has been successful, and I was afraid to start a Book Club in the first place, thrills me to death! Anybody that knows me, knows I love a party so, we partied a little before our usual segment when we talk a lot! I hope they liked it. I like doing it and I hope the book club will last forever. My daughter will have to wheel me in in my wheelchair through the doors of Borders - still in business despite the bad economy, and all the regulars will still be there. All the babies that everyone is having will have started there own Jr. Chapter. We'll have to change our name to &lt;em&gt;Old Editions&lt;/em&gt; or maybe &lt;em&gt;Rare Editions&lt;/em&gt;...I like that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2016934761527914743?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2016934761527914743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2016934761527914743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-editions-has-first-anniversary.html' title='&quot;First Editions Has a First Anniversary!&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Ssf8ZqXJe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/7t1E36cD_bg/s72-c/1steditions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3037314912091742139</id><published>2009-09-30T04:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:23:49.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ladies Who Lunch"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsM8uxsj-mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gfgs-GCyFFc/s1600-h/P1000712%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387216353577138786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsM8uxsj-mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gfgs-GCyFFc/s400/P1000712%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was wanting the opinion and advise of a friend. I thought about who to ask. I realized all my friends are book club friends. That didn't alter who I could ask. Their opinion was just fine, I didn't have anything to hide from them. It made me grateful that I had made so many good friends from what started out with four women , one of them my daughter, forced to go out of my fear and shyness. Now, I won't kid anyone, I don't know everyone as well as I do some, but I feel like I could meet anyone of them on the street and have a conversation. That's not bad for someone who lived and worked here for six years and didn't feel like I had a friend I could ask to lunch. Pathetic isn't it? Well, no more! I got it goin' on! I'm one of those women sitting in a restaurant surrounded with others laughing and it's somebodys birthday. I got in on the fun! The Book Club is for more than just reading. It can be a birthday, a baby shower, help when you're moving, a party for Christmas or ...  men and mostly Ladies who Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3037314912091742139?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3037314912091742139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3037314912091742139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/ladies-who-lunch.html' title='&quot;Ladies Who Lunch&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsM8uxsj-mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gfgs-GCyFFc/s72-c/P1000712%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2726476278220312253</id><published>2009-09-28T07:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:30:59.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Serve it up?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsDIeBz07tI/AAAAAAAAADI/MpTMQ7xcWro/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386525572542557906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsDIeBz07tI/AAAAAAAAADI/MpTMQ7xcWro/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case anyone should go looking for it - it's not there anymore. The Christmas poll. The "poll setting" gadget on this Blogger has a very cool built in feature that automatically sets the poll to run for a week. And it counts down to the &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; left to go! I can't even cancel it before the week is over because I remember trying one time. So it ended with 7 people voting. 5 for &lt;em&gt;Let's go ahead with the party at Lori's&lt;/em&gt; and 2 for &lt;em&gt;Let's have a casual no meeting Holiday gathering at Panera Bread. &lt;/em&gt;That's the final poll Tally folks! Now let's see if Lori is still willing. She's such a good sport, I imagine unless a family reunion has decided to descend for the holiday she is still up to the task with a little help from the rest of us. Hey of they've all read the book, or not, every one's welcome , right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2726476278220312253?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2726476278220312253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2726476278220312253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/serve-it-up.html' title='&quot;Serve it up?&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SsDIeBz07tI/AAAAAAAAADI/MpTMQ7xcWro/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6904341434621094434</id><published>2009-09-27T13:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:18:44.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1211060"&gt;Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user484313"&gt;Matthew Harding&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-6904341434621094434?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6904341434621094434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6904341434621094434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-fur-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3931811226223525790</id><published>2009-09-27T09:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:39:17.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bratty Cat"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sr-GqsjVVyI/AAAAAAAAADA/2Ne8LvaQ5DU/s1600-h/janetwoodsstretch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386171747430389538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sr-GqsjVVyI/AAAAAAAAADA/2Ne8LvaQ5DU/s400/janetwoodsstretch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the book even though I didn't plan on going to the meeting. With two Saturday's already committed to Book Club, a third one makes my husband a little cranky, although I'm a little cranky at missing one. HHhhmmmm...., dare I ponder that? &lt;em&gt;In The Woods&lt;/em&gt; by Tana French sounded so good I snagged a copy while doing a little Amazon shopping (no wonder Borders is hurting, hey everyone, buy your books at Borders so we'll always have a meeting place!). But I didn't get a chance to read it, Someone else got to it first and I couldn't get her to let it go. It must be good, it scored a 3.9 on the book scale, above average. Janet Elway has good taste in literature. Now I imagine she'll take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3931811226223525790?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3931811226223525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3931811226223525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/bratty-cat.html' title='&quot;Bratty Cat&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sr-GqsjVVyI/AAAAAAAAADA/2Ne8LvaQ5DU/s72-c/janetwoodsstretch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7824639437879410303</id><published>2009-09-24T16:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:16:23.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Looking For The Light"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrvxT5JXNXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/590QXsF6frk/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385163103511459186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrvxT5JXNXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/590QXsF6frk/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me, not On Chesil Beach....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows I 'm a Drama Queen. I don't do light very well. I've been looking for "light" for almost a week and I can't find it. In a book. "Light" books are either children's or Chick Lit and they are a no go on our what we read list. So I keep looking for something and I'm finding so much I want you to read with me! &lt;strong&gt;Ian McEwan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;On Chesil Beach, Enduring Love, Saturday&lt;/em&gt;, all excellent books, not really heavy, but not very happy story's. &lt;strong&gt;Colm Toiban&lt;/strong&gt;, another great author, how can I let you miss out on these? I would be a bad organizer if given the chance to share these good books and I didn't....wouldn't I? I may be on to something. The hunt is on..... I'm off to Borders for a personal inspection of a possibility. You think maybe I take this stuff too seriously?  What I really need is to find some light on this beach I'm standing in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7824639437879410303?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7824639437879410303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7824639437879410303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-for-light.html' title='&quot;Looking For The Light&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrvxT5JXNXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/590QXsF6frk/s72-c/IMG_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8116241042071079635</id><published>2009-09-22T10:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:03:37.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rant, Different Pony</title><content type='html'>Not book club related but time for a quick new Rant! &lt;em&gt;Pretty Girl on Horse&lt;/em&gt; (August 25 post) rates higher than Mom who has made dinner every single Tuesday and Wednesday for three years! He cut off his pony tail! His foot long, two years in the making beautiful blond pony! The little red-headed "High Maintenance Miss Thing" asks him to cut his hair and he says "how short?"!  He did memorialize it , as he calls it, and donated it to "Locks of Love" but still....  Now most Moms are probably wanting a nice reasonable haircut on their boy, but I loved the Norwegian Thug look it gave him. At 6'4", 210# it rounded him out in a nice way and he even looked great in a suit. Oh well, it's only hair, it grows, as does the love for P&lt;em&gt;retty Girl on Horse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8116241042071079635?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8116241042071079635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8116241042071079635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-rant-different-pony.html' title='New Rant, Different Pony'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1883358342915097636</id><published>2009-09-20T14:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:59:34.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave? I'd rather Rock and Roll 'baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrbnAHvcjjI/AAAAAAAAACw/YPI8u3Q3ltg/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744393832074802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrbnAHvcjjI/AAAAAAAAACw/YPI8u3Q3ltg/s400/rant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then everyone is entitled to do it. They have that right. They deserve it. They've earned it, one way or another, you can bet they have! A Rant! A Rave! Losing it! Going off! As my daughter refers to it. So I ranted a little and I raved a little and I lost it a little at the last meeting. Why? I got tired. Tired of having good intentions questioned. Questioned and doubted. If you don't think I don't research a book up and down and inside out you are very much mistaken. If I have decided to take a turn at choosing a book, which I haven't done since May 2007, our first book club choice, by the way, you can bet I've looked deeply into that choice. So you see, if I've picked something out, I don't want my selection doubted. You will see me rant and rave and lose it. So, those that didn't come to the September 19th meeting , missed it. AND I've retracted my book pick, my turn that never was. And it's okay. There are enough people in the group that need a chance to pick and I am fine with that. It would have been nice to have my &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; respected. Ergo the ranting. But I'm over it. Let the book roll call continue with the next person up - pick a book and get back to me, as soon as possible please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1883358342915097636?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1883358342915097636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1883358342915097636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant-and-rave-isnt-like-rock-and-roll.html' title='Rant and Rave? I&apos;d rather Rock and Roll &apos;baby!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SrbnAHvcjjI/AAAAAAAAACw/YPI8u3Q3ltg/s72-c/rant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8754179240715274861</id><published>2009-09-07T08:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:57:11.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I'm always talking about.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUZbboz2oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1tEZngustLA/s1600-h/johnpics+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378733289030015618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUZbboz2oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1tEZngustLA/s400/johnpics+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUZHwMtbLI/AAAAAAAAACI/WD9EXi176lA/s1600-h/johnpics+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUYr-ZfclI/AAAAAAAAACA/sZFLpcK5kmw/s1600-h/johnpics+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUX8-7bE1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/65cAMYbVkx4/s1600-h/johnpics+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Monday morning, Labor Day, and whether it's a holiday or whether or not I'm in a full body cast, what I'm doing is &lt;em&gt;going to Estes&lt;/em&gt; as you've heard me talk about many times.  I see my &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;. They live there.  They finished High School there (Oh what I could tell you about the Estes Park School System and it's high number if ex-Administrative Employees who are now doing jail time!).  They are old now.  High School is over now.  John on the left, is eighteen, Andy, on the right is twenty-one.  You have met or seen pictures of my daughter, Lynsey, who just turned thirty.  She may not want me to tell you that.  So, Dear Book Club members, I have hit the tri-fecta. 18, 21 &amp;amp; 30.  YIKES!  I don't know how my kids got so old, when I stayed so young but somehow it happened.  I digress. My point- John is hustling, and trying to figure things out in a hurry at the moment.  Andy is a Hot Shot , a Wild Fire Fire Fighter, as he likes to say- he's out saving babies - from April through November and eventually wants to become a Smoke Jumper.  But these are my &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;.  The &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt; I go see (although Andy isn't around right now, the saving baby thing, ... ).  Monday and Tuesday for as long as they are willing to have dinner with their mother, I will &lt;em&gt;go to Estes&lt;/em&gt;.  It can be a &lt;strong&gt;pain in the ass&lt;/strong&gt;.  Get groceries, gas up the car, get cash, pack a few things, take the dog, etc..  I may have other things I want to do.  This is not a Book Club issue, but something I never shut up about in Book Club.  I'm going to see my youngest &lt;em&gt;baby boy&lt;/em&gt; today and tomorrow.  No matter what trouble it takes to get there, it's still a "Yippee!" for me, and probably an "Oh boy, I get dinner!" for him....yous takes what yous gets sometimes, and be glad yous gets it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6364506672629481253-8754179240715274861?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8754179240715274861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8754179240715274861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-im-always-talking-about.html' title='This is what I&apos;m always talking about.......'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqUZbboz2oI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1tEZngustLA/s72-c/johnpics+171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6095000099082481466</id><published>2009-09-04T15:16:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:12:08.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Girl On A Pony"...?  Please, no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sskrn8pBERI/AAAAAAAAADo/LeRqF3u-VUc/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388886394418565394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sskrn8pBERI/AAAAAAAAADo/LeRqF3u-VUc/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SskpsBIPX_I/AAAAAAAAADg/rDlea2gAPuc/s1600-h/nikonpics+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SqGERBoRfhI/AAAAAAAAABw/6IIHjBrzAvA/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is part of my collection of what I call "Desperate Mountain Women" books. Not a great picture for which I apologize. As the Third Saturday group probably knows better than the others, I bring my personal life story into every meeting. These books and more that couldn't fit into the frame - it would take a very wide lens - represent a birthday, an anniversary, Christmas, usually a holiday of which my ex-husband thought a story of some poor, long suffering woman who lived a life struggling in a mountain cabin would somehow cheer me from my own lifestyle of cabin life where heating with green firewood (doesn't work), a bad well (not enough water) nary a TV channel nor a regular phone call could be had. I often voiced my displeasure. These books did not cheer me. They were good books. I read them all. They didn't make me want to continue to live in the mountains. They didn't even make me count my blessings (well, they probably did that) but the reason I am writing now is this. They were reasonably good books, and maybe there is one or two in there I really like and would read again, but would I ask the book club to read it? &lt;em&gt;Life of an Ordinary Woman&lt;/em&gt; is somewhat of a Mountain Classic. He really missed the mark with &lt;em&gt;Two Women, Two Model Ts, and the American West&lt;/em&gt;. It is not a book club choice. I have 56 books in my "Desperate Mountain Woman " collection and I could probably find a something in it that might appeal, but they are not in keeping with what I think are our good standards. They aren't bestsellers, well, maybe &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in their genre&lt;/span&gt; there are some in there. They are not award winners, there is probably an award winner &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in their genre&lt;/span&gt; I could go looking for as I have for other choices. They aren't written by authors we have heard of, or who have sold or written award winners . Most of all, as it says in the last sentence of our handbook, &lt;em&gt;they probably are not going to have appeal to most of the people that have to read it.&lt;/em&gt; So my point for this Blog is to remember, as we usually do, to pick books most of your group in your opinion - and it is a difficult thing to do - will find readable and appealing&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&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/6364506672629481253-6095000099082481466?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6095000099082481466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6095000099082481466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-on-pony-please-no.html' title='&quot;Girl On A Pony&quot;...?  Please, no!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sskrn8pBERI/AAAAAAAAADo/LeRqF3u-VUc/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-4440242360462627448</id><published>2009-09-02T20:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:21:00.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Illustrius &amp; Most Worthy Post Original &amp; Exalted Oregon Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp8zrScIduI/AAAAAAAAABo/x6iEoR4bgTE/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377073298880886498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp8zrScIduI/AAAAAAAAABo/x6iEoR4bgTE/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Stacie! If you don't already know Stacie it's time you did! Stacie was our fourth (?) book club member back in the early days and I was ever so glad to see her walk into Borders! Back then Borders was unaware they had a book club meeting there every month because we met in the cafe or on the comfy sofas and I put out the MEETUP sign and hoped for the best. And the best always showed up. I made my daughter Lynsey come with me, the Devastatingly Beautiful Woman with Two Adorable Children(?), that's her, and another lovely lady that I still see on Facebook, Andrea, and Jean who didn't RSVP but came anyway, God love her. Then it was Laura, then Stacie, then Danine...No! Keri and Aaron, then Danine and she had a six week old baby then who is now a two year old! But Stacie came faithfully, driving from Broomfield and always adding her insight and confident in opinion. Sadly, she had to move to Oregon in a sudden career move and it was a happy surprise to hear from her just before I left for a brief trip to OR/WA to see friends and I got to add Stacie to the itinerary. She - get this - says "she has yet to find a passable book club in Oregon"! So I guess that means the LBC is the best book club in at least two states! And she is our first online member! Welcome back Stacie, and we hope to hear from you every month when you read our great book list and give us your thoughts and summary and don't forget to "rate the book"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-4440242360462627448?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4440242360462627448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/4440242360462627448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/illustrius-most-worthy-post-original.html' title='Illustrius &amp; Most Worthy Post Original &amp; Exalted Oregon Member'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp8zrScIduI/AAAAAAAAABo/x6iEoR4bgTE/s72-c/IMG_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6165654874528039040</id><published>2009-09-01T10:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:15:18.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Danine, Zippy &amp; what gives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp1YdxS7biI/AAAAAAAAABg/XaZa9W5fYpo/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376550798622420514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp1YdxS7biI/AAAAAAAAABg/XaZa9W5fYpo/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Danine. We all know her in Third Saturdays. She is the one who first coined the phrase in reference to us "We Rock!". Actually what she really said is "We So Rock!". And we so do! Danine is one of the most creative people I will probably ever know. She hides it a lot at book club. I've heard her referred to as "the one who knits". She is a multi-tasker. She recently told me she makes copies of all the books we read. Not "copies". I'm talking about art. Cut out images of the covers. A cut out of fabric, or some such material, image of the girl on the cover of the Hedgehog book. That sort of copy of a book cover. Very creative. She has a two year old daughter, a husband, and another job besides those two and gets more done in a day than a team of ten. At book club she might be quiet, or make an occasional comment, but always knitting like a fiend. But read her Blog! Or her Facebook page, her book list puts most to shame. She sometimes lowers her standards and we lunch together. She is my therapist. Lucky her. Lucky me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT ANY RATE, she is the one who chose our book for September, "She Got Off The Couch......" the sequel to "Zippy" by Haven-oh dear I'm away from my desk, Haven something. What do we think of this book? I bought them both, was on Amazon, able to buy Zippy for an additional dollar or something, you know those deals, and so I did read Zippy first. Didn't have to read it, I do tire of always having to read only what is on the reading list due to the time between meetings. Both books, I thought, were the sort you can pick up and read randomly. I won't say much about them because that is what our meeting is for. But I did keep looking for what the book was about. When I decided to just enjoy it, I liked it much better. Was she neglected? She seemed like a happy child. What was the deal with that family? Where is the explanation? Perhaps like an art house film there isn't one, or maybe one of you can tell me, you are an insightful bunch.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-6165654874528039040?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6165654874528039040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6165654874528039040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friend-danine-zippy-what-gives.html' title='My friend Danine, Zippy &amp; what gives?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp1YdxS7biI/AAAAAAAAABg/XaZa9W5fYpo/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1770992641551041111</id><published>2009-09-01T07:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:34:12.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical Blog Reader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp0trZxtWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/2xKGtGyQRm0/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376503753827244418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp0trZxtWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/2xKGtGyQRm0/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the typical Blog reader and Blog poll voter. Nice person, good intentions. Now I really appreciate those of you that take the time to read my meanderings and have voted. But this is my daughter, and I guarantee you she hasn't read it or voted. She is no longer my favorite. Right now it's John. I can write that because I know she won't see this. Pretty bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a lot to blog about and don't know where to begin, so I'll just start with whatever is right off the top of my head which is usually where all my conversations begin and end. I see in the "poll box " which I love , by the way that the "No's" are winning. That is "No" to allowing new members in to Third Saturday. That means that the No's won with a total of 10 votes. Kind of a bummer for those that voted "Yes" I'd say. Also kind of a bummer for me, proving once again that no one is reading the Blog well, the 10 people that voted. Another reason it is so important to Blog daily. If anyone opens this page and sees that same bunch of tulips they are going to also know that there is nothing new on the horizon. So today I may try to blog more than once. I have a new poll I want to post - isn't it cool that the poll clocks itself? Right down to hours. Right now there are 13 hours left to vote. Kind of fun, I think. It's cut down on the emails. Maybe an email this morning - an outcry for votes in the next 13 hours. And watch this space for an import poll regarding a book choice vote. Coming up shortly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1770992641551041111?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1770992641551041111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1770992641551041111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/typical-blog-reader.html' title='The Typical Blog Reader?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/Sp0trZxtWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/2xKGtGyQRm0/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-291389764965928469</id><published>2009-08-27T07:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:30:06.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a sleepless wonder!  Well, I am sleepless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpaJBTfwDtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1YlWgr2B4-A/s1600-h/iphonepics+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374633860819586770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpaJBTfwDtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1YlWgr2B4-A/s400/iphonepics+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have trouble sleeping....I know you want to know the details of my life. So from two-thirty eight (don't you just love digital ?) on, I lay there awake and by four I thought I might as well get up and play on this machine, as the hub gets a little tired of me being glued to it. He feels it's a distraction, I'm disconnected....he may be right. BUT THERE IS GREAT NEWS! You guys know I love all caps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt;, I have a title for almost everyone! Almost everyone I think except for the members I haven't met yet or just don't quite know well enough yet - but I will! I promise! Very soon! I also over punctuate! So I'm sending myself some flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I did such a good job! Well, I don't know how great the titles are, you may not love your title, but I did come up with one and that's saying something, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-291389764965928469?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/291389764965928469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/291389764965928469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-sleepless-wonder-well-i-am.html' title='I am a sleepless wonder!  Well, I am sleepless...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpaJBTfwDtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1YlWgr2B4-A/s72-c/iphonepics+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1654490094013595150</id><published>2009-08-25T15:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:56:11.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles, Names, a second look - hold me back please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpRhens8tmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kRv-VlrKtbY/s1600-h/johnpics+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027434041325154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpRhens8tmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kRv-VlrKtbY/s320/johnpics+181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My son John's girlfriend......... I don't have the right camera with me....... sorry...! I'll call this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty girl on horse that better not break my son's heart!" Not exactly inspired..... but I'm saving those for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to say a few things about titles. Titles started out as something fun and silly. I think I threw one someones direction just because... and then one lead to another. Now it's become a great challenge. I had said earlier, I don't remember if it was an email or a meeting, that only members from 2007 would get the first titles. With 2008, and 2009 following as that made sense to me. First Editions, being a year behind had different rules. Well, I hit a nerve. The really raw exposed kind, so I've been working hard at coming up with a title for everyone.. It has been fun. Now keep in mind, some of you I don't know that well, and it will take me a little longer to come up with the proper one. As I told Aaron, I would like each title to reflect each persons intelligence, beauty and giftedness, not to mention skill set, and I have to do this in about 36 characters. That is why our Statistician became "Visually Stunning", Aaron didn't feel his title reflected his beauty. (Aaron's name keeps coming up, doesn't it?  I think he was sitting by me that day.)  Do you think I spew these out in about a minute? I spent 35 minutes the other morning on one. Trying to find a 5 letter word for Commonwealth or a 3 letter word for All Knowing just doesn't fly off the top of my head like you think it would. Keep in mind, Whiner First Class is still available and I hope stays that way. For those of you who wonder why you have the title you do, it's because I have you under observation and a job in mind for you! If any of you are so strongly opposed to your title and you just don't feel you can live with it, please let me know and I'll see what my staff and I can do about this. I certainly don't want anyone unhappy about something they will wear forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with the subject of titles I might as well mention "naming things". I love to! And you may have noticed 1st Saturdays is First Editions and 4th Saturdays is Fourth Editions. The tiresome thing with this project was that with each notion that popped into my head, I had to go in and "try it on" each page to see how it looked and that got so tedious, but I had to know! You don't want a funny looking page any more than I do! But I think we have something we can live with, and that makes perfect sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had received an idea from a member in good standing who shall remain anonymous at this time. I'm hoping she will run with it, I think it sounds like a lot of fun and could be a big hit! I only mention it now because, if given a nudge, she may be forced out of hiding and go for it! I named it - "2nd Page, Another Look-Watch the Movie, Read the Book! This idea is still under construction, but watch this space or pay attention and you will hear more about it! (She may want to name it something else, my names may be tapping out...until my next creative surge!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now names are all I think about, when I'm driving, doing dishes, you can't say you all aren't on my mind. It's just that now you're Executives, and Supreme Seductresses or Anointed ones, it all started with our Sweet as Pecan Pie, Southern Belle. And who can blame anything on an innocent Southern Bell Charmer?..........somebody stop me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6364506672629481253-1654490094013595150?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1654490094013595150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1654490094013595150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/titles-names-second-look-hold-me-back.html' title='Titles, Names, a second look - hold me back please!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpRhens8tmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kRv-VlrKtbY/s72-c/johnpics+181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5217394544182470946</id><published>2009-08-25T07:57:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:49:37.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Crazy House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpTJUDQE_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/WdLd8VtuuBY/s1600-h/Julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141601667153362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpTJUDQE_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/WdLd8VtuuBY/s400/Julie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpRKrk-E17I/AAAAAAAAAAw/1MWh8gkbCNQ/s1600-h/downloaded+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crazy house&lt;/span&gt; - the place you receive those "extra" emails from. Sometimes I call it &lt;em&gt;the cabin &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;going to Estes&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;I'm in Estes&lt;/em&gt;. It really is a log cabin, built in 1947, but it has plumbing and all the modern conveniences. It's even kind of cute inside, if you ask me, because if you ask me, I was the interior decorator. But it can be a scary place. It has a big basement. Big enough that someone can sneak into and live while I'm not here, and set up house and stay awhile, like, while I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; here. Thanks to my son John and movies like The Haunting of Connecticut" and that genre that he brings over to share with his Mom (what a thoughtful boy), I fear there are dead people in the walls ( a convenient hiding place. And an escaped knife wielding psycho, - my other son Andy ?, No...) living down there and I can't hear him, so it's John's own fault he has to go look every time he comes over. That's fair I think. At least the frig doesn't go "thunk" anymore which I didn't notice in the daytime but in the night it sounds exactly like someone pounding on the window. We replaced that sucker . It needed it anyway, your frig shouldn't "thunk". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with the beautiful weather I've tried to take more walks downtown. Estes is famous for #1. no, not tourists in my mind, the wind! #2 of course, is the little shops for coffee (Kind coffee - I had no idea my usual coffee was so mean, - Starbucks, a great little shop called Mary Jane's' - no, no, not that kind of Mary Jane, all you aging hippies, Shame! Cute stuff, a place Men would hate, and usually with no problem you can find a store that's going out of business so the bargains are great! Oh, and a new doggie supply store called "Estes Bark" a little play on words, I noticed it right off! Usually walking helps clear my brain and helps me think of emails I want to write. I'll keep working on it....... (less email, less email , less email)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-5217394544182470946?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5217394544182470946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5217394544182470946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-crazy-house.html' title='Welcome to the Crazy House'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SpTJUDQE_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/WdLd8VtuuBY/s72-c/Julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8235926243621233267</id><published>2009-08-23T19:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:39:40.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do lose sleep over this.....</title><content type='html'>Well, it may not look like it, you may not understand it, but I'm exhausted. All of this book clubbing is wearing me out!  Not that I don't enjoy every minute, but naming everything and everybody and answering emails and book lists! How do you decide how to share the book picks?What if someone just had a turn in one group?  What if their join up date makes it their turn the next month in group #2?  Fair?  New member isn't going to get a turn this year it doesn't look like!  I 'd kind of like new member to see the possibility of choosing a book sometime in the somewhat near future.  But there are some benefits to being a "Senior" member.  (Hey, really, take it from me, being a senior isn't a benefit...).   What is going to keep everybody happy?  Do they even care?  Why am I losing sleep over this?   AARGGGHHHH!!!!  A plan is in the works and will be posted, discussed or emailed.  Our ever growing member list is what is making this a problem I'm glad to have.  I never dreamed we would grow the way we have --thanks everybody!  I'll deal with my "exhaustion".  It sure beats the days when I didn't have a thing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8235926243621233267?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8235926243621233267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8235926243621233267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-do-lose-sleep-over-this.html' title='I really do lose sleep over this.....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3476047499918755104</id><published>2009-08-19T16:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:54:33.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose by any other name doesn't smell as sweet, I don't think...</title><content type='html'>Everything changes yet stays the same.  I have driven myself batty with the book club the last two days in my obsessive compulsive way I decided they needed names that didn't sound so alike, multi-syllabic and tongue tripping and I wanted something more creative.  All this came in a fleeting email - one of those that fly by in such a second that all I saw or remember of it was too many Saturdays to keep track of or something like that and I felt the same way.  Giving me the excuse I needed!  I love to name things!  Other peoples babies!  Pets, projects, whatever - I'll put a name to it and this will be the August Answer to the Already Named Book Club.  With three groups now really don't you agree three distinctive names for each one is better?  FirstSat, ThirdSat and FourthSat, come on... I am not proud of that!  You shouldn't be either!  I know the emails were a bit much.  If you all would look at this once in a while you wouldn't be so sick of those!!  PJ and I could have prattled on back and forth last night about fourth chapter vs chapter four to our hearts content without filling up any one's mailbox.  That's the idea anyway... and it may come to pass.  You all can write on here and post,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was noticing and thought it interesting, the posts on here from a year ago by Lisa are still as timely today as they were then.  She is a good writer.  Meanwhile you are stuck with my ramblings.  I like the names so far, we will try them on, but I think they fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3476047499918755104?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3476047499918755104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3476047499918755104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/rose-by-any-other-name-doesnt-smell-as.html' title='A Rose by any other name doesn&apos;t smell as sweet, I don&apos;t think...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-8263312114705621227</id><published>2009-08-16T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:45:05.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 46 cents</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays meeting was fun, fun, fun for me as it always is.  I always like to see my book club buddies and I have  to tall ya whether you like it or not, you're almost like family.  I probably won't let you see me in my jammies any time soon - we're not that closely related but I do like y'all.  And the meetings are not just an enlightening discussion of a book for me.  Okay dokey enough schmaltz!  The 3rdSats were not as impressed with The Elegance of the Hedgehog and the 1stSats, and I found that interesting.  I didn't have to do hardly anything at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; meeting. But yesterday I had to read off of the only crummy reading guide that wasn't even a reading guide that I could find, and it didn't even hold every one's attention.  EGAD!  My every horror realized!  But the group seems ro forgive me and I think still feels they got their 46 cents worth.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-8263312114705621227?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8263312114705621227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/8263312114705621227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-46-cents.html' title='Another 46 cents'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3780691299678859581</id><published>2009-08-14T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:30:17.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Site Stage II</title><content type='html'>With tomorrows meeting looming before me there is always the temptation to dream up something  a little outrageous to garner a reaction out of you.  Yes, it's that pathetic. I sit around and think about book club pranks.  I could sleep, walk the dog, do dishes, foster relationships with people even.  But no,  I scour the computer and thesaurus for words and ideas for something that you might find entertaining.  I think it may be time to join Danine's knitting group.  Or study Buddhism.  I've been meaning to do that. I have the iPhone ap.  It's a good thing this is still in the test site stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3780691299678859581?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3780691299678859581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3780691299678859581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-site-stage-ii.html' title='Test Site Stage II'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9036959512453705635</id><published>2009-08-13T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:34:08.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way!  Way!</title><content type='html'>The web site is connected to the link is connected to the blog...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything except what you are reading right now was written as you can see, about a year ago--- before it was easy to access the Blog.  But now there is cause for great celebration for I now have a place to gab to my hearts content, save you from unfortunate emails and generally blow off steam.  And you can read it here or not, it's your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog link is now posted on our web site and if you don't think that is a huge advance in our book club technology than it's time you learned something about us!  Watch this space for something more fun than this because surely it will improve!  It's been awhile since I've used this space and I have to learn it again but now I need to sleep! Thank you Blog Gods for getting me this far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9036959512453705635?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9036959512453705635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9036959512453705635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-way-way.html' title='No Way!  Way!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9073186103357700985</id><published>2008-09-22T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:16:56.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The economy, and literature!</title><content type='html'>How bout that economy? Do you think this crisis will show up in future literature? What about other, previous economic crisis... what sort of literature croped up from those earlier crisis'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what is the appropriate plural for crisis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9073186103357700985?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9073186103357700985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9073186103357700985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/economy-and-literature.html' title='The economy, and literature!'/><author><name>LBC Blog Goddess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-237101365343182928</id><published>2008-09-20T14:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:18:31.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts to Leave With</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help stop thinking about the discussion well after we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some comments that really struck me as insightful and honest, but one theme that seemed to reoccur was how small steps can lead you to places you never intended to go. We know that to achieve any goal, we need to break that goal into small steps. But how often do we wonder, in our own lives, 'How did I get to this place?' and then, and only then, look back at the decisions that led us to that place, that at the time, seemed minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to look back and see how all the smaller decisions we make in the end are more powerful than any one big decision.   I.e. the road to hell is paved with good intentions... How often do we really stop and weigh some of the seemingly innocent decisions we make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comment related to how, 'in the moment' things may seem fine, and it won't be until after, years later, looking back, you could say, 'oh I was so blind' or 'why didn't I see what was right in front of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the difference? Is it willfully looking the other way, or ignorance, a sense of helplessness and powerlessness, or an inability to look around and see the shadows in our lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-237101365343182928?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/237101365343182928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/237101365343182928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-to-leave-with.html' title='Thoughts to Leave With'/><author><name>LBC Blog Goddess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9040789847356773736</id><published>2008-09-17T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:52:03.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whole lot'a shakin' goin' on</title><content type='html'>What do you say to two groups with a cap of 16 each - whoever gets in, gets in.   It would take some 3rdSats out of their comfort zone,but it would make for smaller groups, maybe have each group read a different book.  Now that would shake things up a bit!  Would it shake things up that no one would come anymore  - is it worth taking the chance and finding out?  I think maybe it's something to think about. I get back to you on this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9040789847356773736?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9040789847356773736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9040789847356773736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-lota-shakin-goin-on.html' title='whole lot&apos;a shakin&apos; goin&apos; on'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-708850478616556016</id><published>2008-09-03T07:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:47:39.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird August!</title><content type='html'>August was one of those weird months. This year it had five Saturdays. This was confusing for my book club brain as I kept thinking it was about time for a meeting but then again I knew it wasn't September yet. One way I knew this was because I have a late August birthday which I milked through Labor Day and was aware of every last day of August as I made it my birthday every single day. But the real reason I mention any of this is because I want to thank everyone for their support through emails and the like. Several of you wondered how the 1stSat meeting went, it's still new and everyone hopes, growing, but the meeting hadn't happened yet because it was still August! That fifth Saturday! So I hope to see people there on the 6th, the 1st Saturday of September, and I'll report back that it was a great meeting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-708850478616556016?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/708850478616556016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/708850478616556016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-august.html' title='Weird August!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-6159779474995273151</id><published>2008-08-19T11:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:09:59.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>too many choices</title><content type='html'>I believe I'll post a bit about my three Cesarean sections and the hours of labour I went through before the birth of my children. That's always a subject that makes people run for cover! But that's okay because this forum has become like a private diary. Well maybe on the chance it's not that private I won't post on that. No, in all actuality I do have a subject in mind that does have to do with the book club. Now I know I'm obsessing. We've chosen our books for October and November so the year is complete. I'm just not satisfied with the way we're going to go about choosing them next year.  I'd like something a little different but I don't know what....  There! It's out there! Now if anyone reads this they can comment on the fact that I said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-6159779474995273151?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6159779474995273151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/6159779474995273151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-many-choices.html' title='too many choices'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2609250712057170774</id><published>2008-08-15T08:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:11:33.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fabulous Blog Queen, My Blunders &amp; Nicknames</title><content type='html'>Lisa wrote such a beautiful blog July 31 I've hated to write over it. This post probably won't garner any conversation but until it's being read on a habitual basis it doesn't matter too much what I say it seems. One reason I've asked Lisa to be our Blog Queen is her way of stringing together a sentence. Just go back and read one. Isn't it wonderful? Whether she's speaking in book club or writing it down she does have a way with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point I did want to mention is the new meeting and the old meeting and who is expected to attend. Well, I love it when anybody shows up but it seems I might have made it appear that I wanted 3rdSats (nickname for original group) to maybe change your day and come to 1stSats (new nickname for new group) if at all possible in order to even out the numbers. NO! 3rdSats stay where you are! My email asking for rsvp's was really a, I hate to admit it but I guess, poor attempt to rustle up some undecideds - new members and the like - for that September 6th meeting! I get nervous! And this time I'm driving down the mountain in order to be there so I'd like a turnout. Wah, poor me! But good news - it's up to 6 and its still early! See what a little begging can do and I haven't even gotten serious yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people I'm going to say it here and say it at the meeting. Even though the third Saturday of the month group came first they will now be referred to as the second meeting and the first Saturday of the month will be known as the first meeting - it just makes sense. AND our new nicknames are 1stSats and 3rdSats unless somebody comes up with a better one. This is way too long to be an email and may not be read here, but it just might be by someone and the idea is to get people wondering if there is something new here.  Today it won't garner conversation - maybe a comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2609250712057170774?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2609250712057170774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2609250712057170774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-fabulous-blog-queen-my-blunders.html' title='Our Fabulous Blog Queen, My Blunders &amp; Nicknames'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-644077314856136943</id><published>2008-07-30T08:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:12:42.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals in Books</title><content type='html'>This is my first post, and I'm going to attempt to write posts that garner some conversation. I'm also going to make it short since it's a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, portrayals of animals in books. Particularly this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Like Water for Elephants, the animals are mistreated and starving. But, life is no picnic for the circus folk, either. But what would the book be, or changed into if the animals were happy and magical? In children's books, that is how animals are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when you have a book that portrays animals, the animals tend to reflect the tone and circumstances of characters in the book. In Seabiscuit, which is also a true story, the horse and his jockey seemed to be in equal, matching states of despair. In Life of Pi, the tiger and Pi go through the entire journey together. (Go Tiger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment, or not. And take it in another direction if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-644077314856136943?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/644077314856136943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/644077314856136943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/animals-in-books.html' title='Animals in Books'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7272678640597483200</id><published>2008-07-27T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:57:49.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This time a poll to ponder...</title><content type='html'>Take a gander to the right and make a choice just for fun.  The same or similar one will be up for another vote since this page is viewed by few.  Remember, things are in constant change whether you are aware of it or not and that change is a good thing.  (I hate change too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7272678640597483200?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7272678640597483200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7272678640597483200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-time-poll-to-ponder.html' title='This time a poll to ponder...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7138264856759017768</id><published>2008-07-23T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:16:34.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my daughter...</title><content type='html'>She tends to be a little long winded, like I am... but the bossy part comes from her Dad's side of the family - ya gotta love her though.  Looking out for her Mamma like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7138264856759017768?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7138264856759017768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7138264856759017768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-my-daughter.html' title='Meet my daughter...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2026727170267927470</id><published>2008-07-22T12:34:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:06:03.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bursting at the seams!</title><content type='html'>Well I had hoped this day would come and now that it's here..... We have so many members we can't fit them all into a meeting. If you don't RSVP the day of a meeting for the next one you are SOL as they say. I have increased the cap and that seems to be an unpopular decision. Leaving it at 20 means new members never get in, what is the answer? I have thought about having two meetings going at the same time..., not a bad idea..., would the existing group want to stay put? Would new members form their own alliance? Does it matter? Should I add a second meeting on the first Saturday of the month? Can I stand to do that ? Would I go crazy? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2026727170267927470?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6364506672629481253&amp;postID=2026727170267927470' title='bursting at the seams!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2026727170267927470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2026727170267927470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/bursting-at-seams.html' title='bursting at the seams!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-2184897900913884226</id><published>2008-07-21T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:11:22.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something that will change your life...</title><content type='html'>Go &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1211060"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  You will love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-2184897900913884226?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2184897900913884226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/2184897900913884226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-something-that-will-change-your.html' title='a little something that will change your life...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-3694155218814680470</id><published>2008-07-17T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:31:41.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"email drama"</title><content type='html'>I know this site would be a good thing if we would only use it! There are members who are sick of all the email drama that goes on and then don't read &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; email and don't get any information about the book club. One member I know had at last count 140 emails that she hasn't even opened yet because it's just &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much. I know I'm an offender. But I'm not the only one. Please, when wanting to "chat" try inviting members to this site and using the chat box. It works! Members mostly just want to read books and discuss them at the meetings, I have learned this the hard way. They don't want to have it all on display and in their face. If they do they will wander over to this website and listen in and comment themselves. Where are the members I used to hear from each month? I believe they don't want to be part of the email dumping ground. Give it a go round and I think you'll find a place that could be almost habit forming and fun. And just for fun here is a good site for looking up those books we have on the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://readinggroupguides.com/"&gt;ReadingGroupGuides.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-3694155218814680470?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3694155218814680470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/3694155218814680470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/email-drama.html' title='&quot;email drama&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-1989215012755214271</id><published>2008-07-15T17:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:59:36.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Profile</title><content type='html'>Well, silly me, I didn't think filling out a profile about yourself would be a big deal but apparently it is. I guess it's either an invasion of privacy, a waste of time, getting too personal, letting it all hang out in cyberspace, nobody's business, not an appropriate request, too time consuming, and my favorite they all sound the same anyway. I apologize for asking. As I keep saying "I am always learning" and I am learning that we read books and show up the third Saturday of the month and if that happens then things are going pretty well I guess. Thank you for continuing to show up that third Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-1989215012755214271?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1989215012755214271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/1989215012755214271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-profile.html' title='Your Profile'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-9165007175872609049</id><published>2008-07-12T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:17:35.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Poll</title><content type='html'>The book poll should be up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meetup&lt;/span&gt; website sometime today and you'll be able to see the 12 choices you have to vote on. Thanks to all who contributed suggestions - and to those who thought about it and didn't have time to get them it - life is busy. Also at some point today I will have a message for you on the message board and will email it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bookclub&lt;/span&gt;-775 as well as post it here (I think). I am still deciding how to use this as only about three of us are using this but I love the three or four that are! So watch out for this very important life changing bit of info!&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid the Maltese series was voted off the book poll and we have to choose from more important books although I'm not sure what that is, 3 cups of tea?, Peace? Whatever... to each their own, I'm just trying to be fair and because it's just the kind of person I am I put others wishes ahead of my own. I can write whatever I want here because no one is reading it yet. Have a great day full of good mail, a visit from someone you like, a phone you've been waiting on, well behaved people, time to read, air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conditioning&lt;/span&gt;, a great bargain, and a book on the poll you want to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-9165007175872609049?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9165007175872609049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/9165007175872609049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-poll.html' title='The Book Poll'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-7666676062632760778</id><published>2008-07-11T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:48:18.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dare I turn loose the Dragon?"</title><content type='html'>Today, let's just give it a go, shall we? Try staying on topic. Why &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; everyone have such a love/hate relationship with "The Road"? We will have to move on once July has trotted along as we have many books ahead of us and I know without question that everyone puts their best effort into choosing each one or perhaps in the days to come nominating each one. "The Road" will become history in a few weeks. Will it darken the soul forever? Was it life changing? Maybe just a story about two people bumping along in the dark? This will all be discussed at the meeting but frankly I don't know if there is time to hear everything that you want to say. SO, feel free to chatbox or leave a comment and check the comments that are left (I think you can do that....) On the other hand, always leave a helpful suggestion and I loved hearing about Anne's garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-7666676062632760778?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7666676062632760778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/7666676062632760778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/dare-i-turn-loose-dragon.html' title='&quot;Dare I turn loose the Dragon?&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-757949638879360708</id><published>2008-07-10T17:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:00:36.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Silent Night&quot;'/><title type='text'>Silent Nights,comments,posts &amp; " "</title><content type='html'>It's been quiet last night and tonight. I didn't know if everyone is taking a night off, watching reruns of "Law and Order", tired of "talking" about "The Road", or emailing each other privately. I hope in time the blog site takes on a more interesting look and becomes something we all like to use from time to time. I'll figure out the difference between a post and a comment and chatting with a little luck. Please email me or leave me a comment, those are emailed to me as well, with suggestions (well, the kind I have a chance at ). We have a couple of new members, Valerie and soon Pat so email them if you want to and fill them in on what they've missed, or just say "Hi"! I like these things " " have you noticed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-757949638879360708?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/757949638879360708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/757949638879360708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/silent-nightscommentsposts.html' title='Silent Nights,comments,posts &amp; &quot; &quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364506672629481253.post-5907697325655893527</id><published>2008-07-09T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:03:56.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>You have found the Longmont Book Club Blog! While we are a friendly group, this blog is intended for the members of this group who have found their way from the Meetup.com page &lt;a href="http://bookclub.meetup.com/775/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. In the coming days, this blog is going to be filled with much information, and good will. For now, please feel free to use the chat box below for conversation, leave comments with ideas, and get to know each other here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to make things a little easier, cut-down on emails, and read some great books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be posting some basic rules (don't be mean) and regulations (don't be annoying) in the side bars. Later you will find polls for voting on which books we may read, links for books or interesting things, and a member list. For now, this will be mainly used for chatting and any thoughts you may have. Please leave those in the comment section. Also, you will need to register an ID if you don't already have a Google address, but it's really, really easy. I know because I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364506672629481253-5907697325655893527?l=longmontbookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5907697325655893527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364506672629481253/posts/default/5907697325655893527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longmontbookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02436605698051648462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-d3lUgoQ7uE/SHTd7ABxrBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riDBaJ-240k/S220/Picture+416.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
